I'm not sorry to see my job go. I hated it, and apparently it hated me. My bosses don't have a problem with me personally, I just suck at being an office girl. I can't do it. It conflicts with my personality so badly that I'm honostly not that upset. You can't even crack a joke in that office. There is never any laughing, and when I first started working there I was told on several time that I was being too loud. I quieted up and have been that way for like a year now.

My job was killing me and I'm just now realizing this. I mean, I'm not complaning or anything. I'm not a bad worker (my work ethic is top notch) but there are just some jobs out there that suck, but you have to try anyway. I tried and my boss said "This isn't working, I'm going to have to let you go."

I told her, "whatever. It's not that big of a deal. I was planning on quiting for the fall so I could do an internship. My time table just got bumped up a bit. I'll do my last two shifts and be out of here."

Funny thing is, on Friday when I show up...what am I going to do? I'm probably gonna be all smiles because I can't think of how else to act. It's like this great secret that only I know. None of my other coworkers got the boot but me. I think I'll bring my book and read it.

"Can you make me some copies?"
"No, I'm afraid I can't. You see, I'm just to the good part and I need to see what happens on the next page."

But then they would ask me to just leave and I would loose my 10 hours of extra pay. Not a good idea. Damn, even when I'm fired I still have to be nice! Oh gods of administration! Why do you torment me!?