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BAM! in la vie de TKP
Wow, that was really surreal.
I just got fired from my job. Like, two minutes ago, I was told, starting tomorrow, no more job. It was a PRN job which I guess means they used me on an "as needed" basis, which I guess means they can fire me with no warning? Or can you always fire someone without warning? A bunch of other people are getting shafted with Whatever Is Happening too; a bunch of the OR techs were just told they would only need to be there during actual surgery, which means they only need to be there for several hours a week, and some basically don't need to be there any more at all. But it's weird; it's confusing, and everybody except me is really sad but they're not acting that way.
I am not actually sad because this was a very temporary job that I was afraid I was going to get myself stuck in because I was too lazy to do anything about it. But now I'm going to be back in the flaily I-don't-know-what-to-do mode, the one where I know an English major can get jobs that pay, but I don't want to do anything except write, get published, be a big movie director, tango in Argentina with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seraphcelene, open a bakery with my friend, be a big time editor, be a professor, study in India, start a cultural renaissance with my brother and s-i-l, live with nuns in the Alps, ride elephants in Malaysia, get a cabin in a woods somewhere and be creepy, be in a poet/author circle like the Beats or the Romantics or something, make a POTO movie with my_daroga, establish my Universal Theory Of Fiction, touch people's lives, and eat ice cream.
I just got fired from my job. Like, two minutes ago, I was told, starting tomorrow, no more job. It was a PRN job which I guess means they used me on an "as needed" basis, which I guess means they can fire me with no warning? Or can you always fire someone without warning? A bunch of other people are getting shafted with Whatever Is Happening too; a bunch of the OR techs were just told they would only need to be there during actual surgery, which means they only need to be there for several hours a week, and some basically don't need to be there any more at all. But it's weird; it's confusing, and everybody except me is really sad but they're not acting that way.
I am not actually sad because this was a very temporary job that I was afraid I was going to get myself stuck in because I was too lazy to do anything about it. But now I'm going to be back in the flaily I-don't-know-what-to-do mode, the one where I know an English major can get jobs that pay, but I don't want to do anything except write, get published, be a big movie director, tango in Argentina with
seraphcelene, open a bakery with my friend, be a big time editor, be a professor, study in India, start a cultural renaissance with my brother and s-i-l, live with nuns in the Alps, ride elephants in Malaysia, get a cabin in a woods somewhere and be creepy, be in a poet/author circle like the Beats or the Romantics or something, make a POTO movie with my_daroga, establish my Universal Theory Of Fiction, touch people's lives, and eat ice cream.
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get a cabin in a woods somewhere and be creepy,
This is about all I can help you with. We can move into the woods together and be the creepy neighbors who frighten lost hikers. And then kill and eat their brainsssssss.
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Dude, we could be such cool hack slash killers! Except for the part where I would be on your doorstep all the time making puppy eyes and asking you to watch B/A scenes with me, and we would eat so much that we wouldn't have room to eat brains!
*adds to life goals*