Relief

Dear Diary:

Today I remembered the first emotion I felt when fat male partner and token minority woman partner told me I was getting a swift kick in my ass. The same feeling I get right after I do something else with my ass and that is take a gigantic shit: relief.

Perhaps this is a good thing that I was laid off.

This revelation, however, doesn’t really alleviate the fact that I was used and abused by Mr. GAM (if you recall from my previous post that this stands for mr. Gigantic Asshole Man) and then unceremoniously shown the door because he didn’t want to lower his PPP anymore.

He is still an asshole and I hope he suffers from burning roids.

While it may be good down the line that I find myself broke, jobless, in debt to my eyebrows and unforunately sober, it really fucking sucks now until I find my “calling”. I hope Disney and my kindergarten teacher didn’t lie to me about being special or else I’m fucked.

-wishing the roid fairy pays a visit to Mr. GAM

p.s. I don’t believe all minorities are token minorities but this partner is stupid and always had a deer caught in headlights look whenever she was on a conference call with the other side because they were talking over her head.

*Posted April 1, 2009

Related posts:

1. Day One
2. References