Last day. But not really.

God? Just one thing. Let's see if just one thing can go right today. We're already fucked on the cell phone, the credit card, the boss doesn't even come close to a good thing, the office is fucked, the help ain't coming for the bonus, I'll be lucky if she doesn't just tighten her ass up and squeeze out a quarter, the letter of recommendation is likely fucked, and all I need to do for the rest of the day is pack shit, organize the case register, and try to get everything organized. Let's not have any car accidents. Let's have the trip to the dentist go well. Let's at least be able to buy a TracFone, eh? Let's jsut one something go right somewhere, because I'm about ready to throw in the towel on the whole fucking day, and she's going to come in this afternoon to review the to-do list and the register and tell me how worthless I am and how I'll never succeed, just because of my personality. Too laid back.
Jesus Christ, "I don't know if I can write you a letter of recommendation? I'm not sure if I can recommend you?" That's your fucking answer to three years of service and being more than flexible on the actual leaving and notice? That's what you're leaving with?
"If we'd been working like we have the last two weeks, the both of us would've been rich!"
Yeah, right. Leaving aside the collapse after running 110% after a few weeks, there's always the "It's my profit! I'm running with it! Here, you can have a $0.50 raise. That'll shut you up, right?"

I need to play something peppier. I just need to get this done and take what I can. God Fuck.

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Patience pays off. Don't rage. Vent a little if you have to, ask for help when you need it, be proud, but not too proud, and wait.
The credit card will be there for me when I leave Yellowstone, and Dad was nice enough to fix the cell phone problem. We'll be okay.