I think I just about severed the ties to everything I know/do.
I worked 3, 10+ hour days in a row (two of which I had to take a cab home for, because the last skytrain/buses ran already, and it cost me 35 bucks each night)... and then this morning, I went in... and the gay owner of the restaurant was there.
I don't enjoy his company. He continually makes sexual innuendo's of me and him, and then does nothing but bitch about how crappy the restaurant he has is, because we microwave some things (when he won't put up the money to get more toys for the kitchen).
So he was bitching all morning, and let me know he was going to be there every morning for two weeks with me... to make sure it's being run the way he wants. Eventually, I told him to fuck off, and that I hated him being there, and I was getting sick of this job.
He said "Well, go home then" ... and so I left. He wasn't expecting that, at all. And because I left, two of my staff said "fuck this, if Phil's gone, we're gone" and left with me.
It was cool to start a general mutiny, but I felt bad (I'll explain why in a second), and now I don't have a job... and the reference from this place is pretty much fucked right over. I doubt they'll give me a good reference when I caused 3 of the 5 workers to walk off line an hour before the lunch rush.
Now, here's why this all bothers me. The girl at work. She lives a bit away from me. I don't have her phone number, and we hadn't gotten to the point of being good enough friends to hang out outside of work. We got drunk (at work) on saturday night, and she was sitting on my lap drawing various things for me, and we were laughing and having a good time.
And then bam, I'm gone. It seems that it's a continual trend in my life that everytime I start something with promise... something else in my brain goes off and tells me I have to fuck it all up. Why? I can actually tell you that.
The thought of being happy, scares me. I'm fucked, for life.
I worked 3, 10+ hour days in a row (two of which I had to take a cab home for, because the last skytrain/buses ran already, and it cost me 35 bucks each night)... and then this morning, I went in... and the gay owner of the restaurant was there.
I don't enjoy his company. He continually makes sexual innuendo's of me and him, and then does nothing but bitch about how crappy the restaurant he has is, because we microwave some things (when he won't put up the money to get more toys for the kitchen).
So he was bitching all morning, and let me know he was going to be there every morning for two weeks with me... to make sure it's being run the way he wants. Eventually, I told him to fuck off, and that I hated him being there, and I was getting sick of this job.
He said "Well, go home then" ... and so I left. He wasn't expecting that, at all. And because I left, two of my staff said "fuck this, if Phil's gone, we're gone" and left with me.
It was cool to start a general mutiny, but I felt bad (I'll explain why in a second), and now I don't have a job... and the reference from this place is pretty much fucked right over. I doubt they'll give me a good reference when I caused 3 of the 5 workers to walk off line an hour before the lunch rush.
Now, here's why this all bothers me. The girl at work. She lives a bit away from me. I don't have her phone number, and we hadn't gotten to the point of being good enough friends to hang out outside of work. We got drunk (at work) on saturday night, and she was sitting on my lap drawing various things for me, and we were laughing and having a good time.
And then bam, I'm gone. It seems that it's a continual trend in my life that everytime I start something with promise... something else in my brain goes off and tells me I have to fuck it all up. Why? I can actually tell you that.
The thought of being happy, scares me. I'm fucked, for life.
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delusion:
i came here vaguely intending to make some smart ass remark about your erm....strong opinions on the coheed thread but damn...i actually agree with most of your favs so um...never mind. but you should relax, the boards really aren't a place for name calling. simmer down. 
laputa64:
That sucks that you got the promotion and everything didn't work out but there is nothing worse than working a job that you don't like. I did it for a long time and almost went crazy. On the other hand, is there anybody at your job that could get her phone number for you? it would be a bold move that might impress her if you go out of your way to get in touch with her.