Well, my day yesterday sucked. At least, while I was at work.
I found out "officially" that I was not going to be hired at SLUH around 10 am. I was then informed that my replacement was coming later that afternoon, to begin her training. Interesting. This woman obviously could not have finished the application and interview process in the time between 2 pm on Friday and 12 pm on Monday. I've a feeling that I wasn't *really* a contender for the position, and they were just yankin' my chain. Which of course, pisses me off even more, and makes me not even want to go in today. Besides, my position will officially end as soon as next Tuesday or Wednesday.
But, I've burned enough employment bridges in my time, and the little cash I'll make this week is less cash that I'll owe my parents, etc.
Last night, Michael and I celebrated his birthday at
Modesto with his cute friends, who are a lesbian couple. I had a good time, but I obviously had a lot on my mind. (On top of finding out about my imminent unemployment, my direct deposit didn't go through on Monday, because of the fucking bank holiday. So, I couldn't even pay for dinner, as was my original birthday plan)
Michael noticed, and continually asked if everything was ok. I appreciated the concern, but after the third or fourth time, I became less appreciative. All well, it's the thought that counts, eh?
Well, I guess I'm off to work. My replacement has hours from 8-4:30, but *my* hours don't start until 9 am, and I'm not coming a minute too early. Fuck 'em.