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awesomesproutWorst. Weekend. Ever.
Friday, I was running late taking Loren to the Bart so I gave him my car. I took my housekeys off of my keyring so I could get into the apartment on my lunch break to get my haunt clothes and gave him my car keys.
I worked and went home on my lunchbreak.
Finished the day and changed into my haunt clothes.
Got picked up and drove to SF. Only to find out that ONCE AGAIN we weren't opening.
The icky sickness was creeping into my body more and more.
So after the haunt I just stayed at Loren's becuase I was exhausted.
Saturday morning I woke up to a really sore body and a very sore throat and chest after coughing all night. I called my work to see if they wanted me to come in or to stay home and not infect everyone.
I felt like shit.
After I told my manager I felt awful. She said that I sounded pretty bad. And then she said this.
" Yah. I've been meaning to talk to you. I don't normally like to do this over the phone, but it's not working out on our end. So uh yah. We're gonna have to let you go. Would you like us to mail your final check or do you want to pick it up? "
I was fucking speechless. 2 weeks! I've only been there 2 f'n weeks! She was hardly even there those two weeks!
She didn't even tell me why. I didn't even think to ask why she was letting me go. I got off the phone and cried like a bitch. I really REALLY didn't need that.
So I laid in bed all day until it was time to get ready to go to the haunt. I still felt REALLY shitty. Time came for the haunt and we left. Only to get there and find out that ONCE AGAIN we weren't opening. Ugggg. CRAP CRAP CRAP!
So I said fuck it. I needed to get home and tend to my cats. So we drive back to my place. Only for bullshit thing to happen to Jessica that day #4 to happen. I didn't have my fucking housekeys.
Somehow, somewhere. I dropped them or set them down. I thought they were locked in my apartment or at Loren's with the clothes I'd changed out of at the vet.
GODDAMNIT!!! So after SEVERAL unsuccessful attempts to break into my apartment. Thanks to my OCD roommate who locks our apartment up like Fort Knox. I couldn't get in and had to drive ALLL THE WAY back to Daly City.
So yesterday still feeling shitty. The haunt FINALLY opened. It was a slow night and I blew out my voice about 15 minutes in because I'd been coughing so much.
So I took more of a chill role and popped out to scare people.
I finally made home today to find out my keys are not in my apartment.
GOD FUCKING DAMNIT.
So now I have to track down my goddamn keys.
Ug.
Friday, I was running late taking Loren to the Bart so I gave him my car. I took my housekeys off of my keyring so I could get into the apartment on my lunch break to get my haunt clothes and gave him my car keys.
I worked and went home on my lunchbreak.
Finished the day and changed into my haunt clothes.
Got picked up and drove to SF. Only to find out that ONCE AGAIN we weren't opening.
The icky sickness was creeping into my body more and more.
So after the haunt I just stayed at Loren's becuase I was exhausted.
Saturday morning I woke up to a really sore body and a very sore throat and chest after coughing all night. I called my work to see if they wanted me to come in or to stay home and not infect everyone.
I felt like shit.
After I told my manager I felt awful. She said that I sounded pretty bad. And then she said this.
" Yah. I've been meaning to talk to you. I don't normally like to do this over the phone, but it's not working out on our end. So uh yah. We're gonna have to let you go. Would you like us to mail your final check or do you want to pick it up? "
I was fucking speechless. 2 weeks! I've only been there 2 f'n weeks! She was hardly even there those two weeks!
She didn't even tell me why. I didn't even think to ask why she was letting me go. I got off the phone and cried like a bitch. I really REALLY didn't need that.
So I laid in bed all day until it was time to get ready to go to the haunt. I still felt REALLY shitty. Time came for the haunt and we left. Only to get there and find out that ONCE AGAIN we weren't opening. Ugggg. CRAP CRAP CRAP!
So I said fuck it. I needed to get home and tend to my cats. So we drive back to my place. Only for bullshit thing to happen to Jessica that day #4 to happen. I didn't have my fucking housekeys.
Somehow, somewhere. I dropped them or set them down. I thought they were locked in my apartment or at Loren's with the clothes I'd changed out of at the vet.
GODDAMNIT!!! So after SEVERAL unsuccessful attempts to break into my apartment. Thanks to my OCD roommate who locks our apartment up like Fort Knox. I couldn't get in and had to drive ALLL THE WAY back to Daly City.
So yesterday still feeling shitty. The haunt FINALLY opened. It was a slow night and I blew out my voice about 15 minutes in because I'd been coughing so much.
So I took more of a chill role and popped out to scare people.
I finally made home today to find out my keys are not in my apartment.
GOD FUCKING DAMNIT.
So now I have to track down my goddamn keys.
Ug.
