Yesterday was my last day of work until the 10th of June. I hate being a temporary. 

The man who is supposed to retire in June, at which time they will make me permanent, has been saying that he will stay on for another YEAR. I hate that fat, worthless bastard! He is probably just doing it to spite me. He weighs 450 pounds and has me and another guy to do his work for him, so he has it good. He might as well be on welfare cause all he does is sit on his ass and collect checks. I do twice as much work as him, I have not missed a day of work, I follow the rules and that useless lump makes more money than me and has benefits. Maybe when the time comes in June for the option for him to retire he will take it. Every time I think I am going to climb out of the hole, my footing crumbles away and I stay in the dark. 

So anyway, my bitching and venting aside, for the next month I am officially classified as “laid off”. But, all is not lost. With the pay checks I am owed, my rent is covered and I get to apply for unemployment, which I did this afternoon. The first week is waiting as they process me, but they told me that I will be paid about half of my actual wages. That’s not bad. I will be ok. And they told me that I can get a part-time job and still draw. 

I think I am going to do alright.