Dear diary,
A kindly Vietnamese lady at work informed me since yesterday something about my last day at work this coming Friday. Now normally I’d wait until my recruiter calls me and gives me the axe. Until that happens, I’m in no position for niceness. All that I have are my computers and myself. The rest belongs to my daddy, and for without him, both sides of the family are nothing.
As it stands I’m saddened but I don’t Cate because everything is paid off. With that said, I’ll just continue to do temp work as a way if avoiding the politics of being a full-time or permanent employee of union thugs.
I’m not holding my breathe for any hope and I have given up whatever is left of my humor. Maybe now I could get to sleep in late and chat online during Trump’s rallies. I miss those events. But like most speeches his has become scripted and I don’t like that.
I’ll have to stop being so bored at home and being mean and nasty to my daddy who constantly yaks. I’m a quiet person and don’t care for small talk either. I would sit in front of my computer and relax all day.
I guess I could continue doing whatever TF they want from me here. I surprised the girl was asking about procedures yesterday and the probably today, which hasn’t happened because she probably knows I don’t care and that I’m going away.
Sincerely,
Evil Kitty 🐱
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