I got called into the office and got a stern talking to from 3 supervisors.

It is not because I am doing a bad job. Quite the opposite. The commended me on my work and my response to orders. The problem they said was with my language. Some of my co-workers used the fact that I use expletives to express my anger as an attempt to have me fired. Which is BULLSHIT!

The real reason is not my language but the fact that I dare to stand up to them. I won’t let them brow beat me, I won’t let them take from me, and I call them out on doing things that inconvenience me.

One example is that I tend to say “God Damn It” a lot, and it offends them because they are all “good little baptists”. Meanwhile these hypocritical fucks do nothing but cuss and gossip.

The real difference is that I have long hair, I speak my mind and I am not a “good little baptist”. In short, I am not a hypocritical piece of back woods shit from Mountain City, Tennessee that barely finished high school let alone got past it in maturity level.

I clean for a living. I would love to see any one in that building clean one of the bathrooms at 5:30am and not go into a cussing fit over what was left the night before. If you have to use bleach and other chemicals to scrub human shit off a God damn, mother fucking toilet bowl, or piss, or period blood, then you will find find yourself muttering things that would make Samuel L. Jackson cringe.

But, fuck ‘em. Within the coming year I will have my nursing license and I will be making 4 times what they could ever hope to make there. Then I will laugh my ass off at them while I am living comfortably.

ASSHOLES!!!

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.