A (large) part of me is (incredibly) surprised I managed to make it through these past few months without getting fired at work. I’ve taken ‘fucking off at work’ to a whole new level. Thankfully, today was my last day and I survived. In a perfect world I’ll never have to sit in that shitty cubicle ever again – or any other shitty cubicle for that matter. I’m pretty determined to start living life on my own terms and supporting myself outside the horror that is the framework of corporate America. I want to travel, I want to write, and I want to live unencumbered by the societal expectations forced onto me.

My manager is a total dick and must have seen the curve in my work hours created by my leaving a little earlier every day this week. As a result that asshole scheduled a “touch point” meeting with me at 3:30 pm this afternoon. I’d not planned on staying past 3 so this was especially devastating. The meeting went alright. I was determined to not give him anything so basically agreed with his assessment that I’m a shitty worker. Granted it’s a pretty fair assessment, but there many things I wanted to say and a conversation I would have loved to have regarding all of that, but at this point it’s definitely best to leave things be. So I’m done. Tomorrow morning is surgery and then I’ll be on the other side of the knee surgeries and focused on recovering. That’s going to be great.