When I woke up I was already in a bad mood for some unknown reason. I hauled myself out of bed and threw on some clothes and headed off to work. I have been working at this company for two weeks. About an hour into it, our supervisor comes into the room. "I don't know how to put this," she says. "So I'll just come out and say it. There's been a bill that's been passed in Ohio, and we no longer need you."

Bam. That was it. Like we were some kind of feces to be flushed down a toilet. I knew this was a temp job, but two weeks? Jesus Christ. It was great money, good hours, and valuable experience. Now I'll never get a car. It doesn't matter what I do, I never get anything I want. I work my ass off and put effort into earning enough money to get the things I want, but no matter what I do it just never seems good enough. Everyone else gets things handed to them without doing anything and they prance around like their shit doesn't stink. When I was sitting in that cubicle and our supervisor was telling us that our time was up I wanted to cry. I know it's not anything that I did personally and that all of the other employess were in the same situation, some needing the money a lot more than I did, but still, it really hurt. Like nothing I did counted for them, like I was just another number, another warm body to fill a seat. Like I was nothing.

I have Shoprite to go back to but I really would rather not. It doesn't help that my mother screeches about everything. She's such a dillusional woman. Telling me that I'm not interested in earning a degree when my GPA is 3.95. Fuck yourself. When I get rich I'm moving away and never talking to anyone. The fucking end.