I was let go from my job today. Two different people gave me different reasons. One said that it was only meant to be a temp job; the other said it had been a temp-to-perm, but I hadn’t measured up. There was nothing I disliked about this job, and much that I liked. So I can’t even console myself by saying “At least I don’t have to do that anymore”.
Mr. Rilch is out of town, and I need him right now. Every time he goes out of town I get fired.
I can’t find my W-2s. They were grouped together as part of a larger group of papers. I found the other papers from that bunch, but not the W-2s. Maybe Mr. Rilch did something with them, but he’s not here to ask. Or maybe I can call all the places I worked last year and ask them to send new ones. How I long for a time when I will only get one tax form from my steady job.
No more Peanuts.
I was going to make Valentine cookies yesterday and bring them in to work, but I thought, “Why try to make an impression with baked goods? I should make an impression with my work!” Good thing I didn’t. Or maybe not; maybe I could have left them with a plate of guilt.
Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green