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fired

10/23/2018

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     i got fired yesterday.  today i am free.  it feels pretty odd to be at peace with what could be interpreted as being labeled unwanted, dispensable, irrelevant.  
     i was mad - crazy and infuriated - when the *insert yosemite sam-esque expletive here* said the words, '-so we have to terminate you.'  and i exhaled, already having expressed that he was lying, then said, "have a good day," and walked out.  Now, i had this brilliant idea to throw a dildo/vibrator on the termination table to exclaim, 'go fuck yourself!'; but alas, i was unprepared.  Am i disappointed?  Not really.  As he took a breath to say other words, i walked out of his office, gathered my plants and left the building.  That was enough a display of strength without the vulgar insult.
     Today i am free.  I woke without pain in my belly and head.  (Literal pain.)  I'm concerned that my medical needs will not be met, but i am certain i will work that out in the coming days.  Today though, i am not in pain.  I'm not walking around wondering why i cannot get the job of a monkey done, forgetting that i didn't have experience throwing shit on others. 
     Today i am free.  I'm breathing and exploring what could be next.  I have resumes out already, because i don't think i know how not to work.  I applied for unemployment compensation, which was a whole thing - so i'm proud i got through it.  But i feel like i can write again.  In less than 24 hours, my brain is back and i feel as though words are coming out from hiding. 
     Is it lucrative?  ha!  Will my bills get paid?  I always figure a way. 
     I feel like i just recovered from rock bottom and can finally rebuild my life through words.  I cried in the past three years because i had no time to put thoughts swirling in my head onto paper.  I cried because i was being intellectually abused by my workplace, that honestly, i was so excited to go to three years ago.  Reason had no place in the office.  And now...   
     So, why am i sharing this?  Well, i'm going to take a couple days and clean up this site that has been neglected too long.  And then, i promise i'm going to write.  I'm going to write every day!  I had been given the tremendous experience of living what i don't want to be for years.  And now, there is nothing left but for me to release the person i think is hiding in my brain.
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