Farewell

...but this one is in the job sector. Had to call out of working the rest of this week for the bookstore and well... *shrugs*

Me: Did you get my message?
Boss: Yeah.
Me: Look, I'm sorry
Boss: It's alright. You're not on the schedule for next week.

And since next week would be my last week...yeah, that's it. I know it's a job I wanted to quit, and had turned in a two week's on, but jeesh...didn't even bother letting me explain oh, what happened.

This adds wonderfully to an already iffy day. I got another suggestion to block bad dreams that I'll need to try, but this one is going to involve a trip up to Chinatown. I was told to wear my Chinese shirt when I go and braid my hair back for best results.

Unless anyone near me has a dream gourd? Merlin, maybe just being gone from this job will help...who-bloody-knows...