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05/31/2016 22:48 (NSFW)
9 years ago
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Oh God Damn It...
Ahem...
So... Remember how I said earlier that I didn't go to work today? Yeah, well my temp agency doesn't seem to be pleased with me (even though I used the excuse that my stomach was bothering me, which has been a consistent issue). Well, right after 17:00, someone from my temp agency called me (from a Seattle number that I did not recognize), telling me that I did not need to report to my assignment tomorrow, but they wanted me to come in tomorrow morning to talk about how the assignment is going. As she was saying this, my heart sunk to my stomach and I started to get super anxious (all in less than four seconds). Politely (and obviously nervously), I asked what they needed to talk about exactly, and she just repeated "We just want to talk about how your assignment is going." After getting off the phone with her, I spent a good hour shutting down, shaking, tearing up, not being able to speak, not even to the voices I heard shouting in my head. At around 18:07, I decided to call the Seattle number back, and the same lady picked up (so I'm assuming it's her cell phone number or something). I explained that I had a bit of an anxiety attack, and that I didn't remember what time exactly I needed to be there, aside from being there before 11:00 or after 12:00.
So now I'm all like "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck... They're going to (at least) put me on some sort of absentee probation and/or remove me from the assignment or just straight fire me (worst case scenario). My roommate (we'll call him "Big Daddy") assured me that our living arrangement has become a lot more than just business, that we've all become really good friends, and no matter what happens, everything will be okay, and they're not going to just kick me out just because "life happens." Big Daddy also reminded me that I have the option of calling that one lady that owns the interpretation company who showed interest in me (she owns a condo that one of my cousins live in and my dad was over there working on a dishwasher when they started talking about me). I've therefore attempted to be somewhat optimistic, and I am feeling a tiny bit better.
Goodness, it was 22:48 when I started writing this thing, and it's now 23:10... I didn't even have anything super complicated to say... Oh well. I guess to help lull myself to sleep, I shall smoke more weed and go to sleep to the background noise of Adult Swim (thank god for the comic relief of the Adult Swim lineup).
So... Remember how I said earlier that I didn't go to work today? Yeah, well my temp agency doesn't seem to be pleased with me (even though I used the excuse that my stomach was bothering me, which has been a consistent issue). Well, right after 17:00, someone from my temp agency called me (from a Seattle number that I did not recognize), telling me that I did not need to report to my assignment tomorrow, but they wanted me to come in tomorrow morning to talk about how the assignment is going. As she was saying this, my heart sunk to my stomach and I started to get super anxious (all in less than four seconds). Politely (and obviously nervously), I asked what they needed to talk about exactly, and she just repeated "We just want to talk about how your assignment is going." After getting off the phone with her, I spent a good hour shutting down, shaking, tearing up, not being able to speak, not even to the voices I heard shouting in my head. At around 18:07, I decided to call the Seattle number back, and the same lady picked up (so I'm assuming it's her cell phone number or something). I explained that I had a bit of an anxiety attack, and that I didn't remember what time exactly I needed to be there, aside from being there before 11:00 or after 12:00.
So now I'm all like "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck... They're going to (at least) put me on some sort of absentee probation and/or remove me from the assignment or just straight fire me (worst case scenario). My roommate (we'll call him "Big Daddy") assured me that our living arrangement has become a lot more than just business, that we've all become really good friends, and no matter what happens, everything will be okay, and they're not going to just kick me out just because "life happens." Big Daddy also reminded me that I have the option of calling that one lady that owns the interpretation company who showed interest in me (she owns a condo that one of my cousins live in and my dad was over there working on a dishwasher when they started talking about me). I've therefore attempted to be somewhat optimistic, and I am feeling a tiny bit better.
Goodness, it was 22:48 when I started writing this thing, and it's now 23:10... I didn't even have anything super complicated to say... Oh well. I guess to help lull myself to sleep, I shall smoke more weed and go to sleep to the background noise of Adult Swim (thank god for the comic relief of the Adult Swim lineup).
