2002-08-31 | FREE AT LAST

I'm finally done with work for awhile. Yesterday was my last job at the restaurant supply company.

They were kind of nice to me at work yesterday, but I feel like a lot of it was ingenuine, and I still feel somewhat unappreciated, but some of it could be my fault, too, because I don't speak up enough. But anyway, I'm glad I'm away from those people. They're like some disease. I'm glad to be "healthy" again.

Maybe I can lose some weight in the next month or two.

You may ask how I can lose weight when I'm not really going to be doing anything.

Well.....I have to save some money. And when I'm at work I have more money for food, and a lot of great places to eat nearby, and I work up an appetite because I'm working, and I have an hour lunch, so I might as well eat something.

Also, when I am home and not at work, I normally don't have an automobile available. So I'm stuck with the horrible house supply of food.

Ramen again! Woo-hoo!

I'm going to try and go for a few walks, and get in a few games of basketball.

So at work yesterday, I was about to make my final delivery to the docks, which I do every Friday, then the warehouse manager tells me to wait because I have to do another delivery on top of that. I was pissed. I was thinking "of course, on my last day, more fucking 'add-on's'"

Then he came back and told me that Ron, the Operations Manager wanted to see me in the lunch room. Then it was obvious. Everybody would be in there waiting for me, and wish me farewell, or whatever.

As I was walking there, I heard them talking about how the cake they bought (a Costco carrot cake with apricot filling in the middle) was the only one they could get, because all the rest said "Happy Birthday" on them.

When I entered the door they started singing "Happy Birthday" as a joke. Hardy fucking har.

Then Ida, the general manager told me to say something. I was blushing heavily. I didn't really know what to say. I'm too much of a pussy to tell them how I really feel, because I hate so much of those people. I just didn't know what to say. I said "...Just.. thanks everybody for all of your help....and...whatever.." Then we had cake, and people were trying to say funny stuff, and start a conversation or whatever, but I was just kind of overwhelmed, or underwhelmed, or I don't know...I just felt a little weird.

They gave me the check for my vacation, and then they gave me a hundred dollar bonus check.

I didn't feel emotional leaving the place or anything. I was totally ready. I feel relieved.

They don't realize how much I did for that company. It's a shame. I feel like I will make my mark somewhere, and they will all find out what they missed while I was there. But most of them are idiots anyway, and I really don't want their approval. They're not the type of people who are authorities on things like that. Most of them only know about one thing, and they get paid lots of money to do it, but when a question comes up about something else, they're completely clueless, because they have no street smarts, and most of them have no lives. Their job is their life. So I feel better about myself, even though I may not get paid as much as them. I'm free. I never let my job become that important. I'm not tied down to anything.

I'm going to go back there in a couple weeks and park cars for them for this open house thing they're having. They're going to pay me under the table.

Hopefully in my free time I'll be able to finish typing up my screenplay. And I'm going to try and make some inquiries about freelance writing. Wish me luck.

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