Dear Diary . . . day by day

Friday November 10th - Missed
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2000 I suppose I should tell you that I lost my job a month ago. I have been putting off mentioning this here, mainly because I am so ashamed. I really don't know when to quit. I should've left there on my own, but I kept putting it off because 98% of the people there liked me and I liked them, and it was like a family. Unfortunately, that 2% happened to contain the CEO. Not that he was around when I was let go; not that he ever had the courage to say anything about any of this to my face.
Anyway, my housemate Aron came in the other day from his last day at work (he quit to travel, though he's not sure whether he's gonna travel or not now) with a big balloon that said, "You'll be missed." And Mr. Cat, during our very nice lunch yesterday, mentioned that his coworkers are taking him out to lunch at a nice restaurant his last day. And I think about how I was told not to talk to any of my friends while I was leaving, because it would be awkward. Not that many people were still around that late on a Friday the 13th; I said goodbye to the ones that were there anyway. But I should've had a party, dammit. If I had only managed to quit in time, I would've. I was reasonably well-liked; I wasn't fired for incompetence (in fact, the things I was let go for are things that every single employee there enjoys and takes for granted; one of my friends there told me that after I left, everyone started coming in on time and working extra hard, just in case I was fired as a "warning" that they were going to get tough on slackers now. That made me laugh, as much as I don't want to be the "example" in this regard.) I actually found out the morning of, since they put my severance pay directly in my bank account, which I check every morning. I didn't take it seriously; I even told Krista, "Hey, maybe it's severance pay." They are so lucky I didn't go to them and ask what that was in the morning; I gave my last company birthday party that afternoon; I was in the middle of wrapping up slices of cake when they called me in.
Ugh, anyway. I'm telling you now because I finally stopped moping about it and am going to work on Monday for my old temp agency. They remembered me and I have a good record there, and lucky for me, they're always busy. The sad thing is, I will end up making more money temping than I ever did at my old, posh, software company! That's how much of a valued employee I was there (at least to upper management, who decides the salaries); I can make more money temping.
Ah, well. Hopefully I'll put up an entry for yesterday soon; it was a good day, which is a rare jewel for me these days.
Exercise log:
Wednesday: lifted weights - back, biceps, triceps and abs, plus 25 minutes on the precor machine. Yesterday: a longish walk to and from Piedmont Ave. for lunch with Mr. Cat.
Writing log:
Actually had a story running around in my head so much that I sat down to write a page of it last night. Don't know if it's any good; it was rather late and I was bleary. But it's a start.
The Many Masks of Halloween in Strange Horizons.
I'm currently reading:
Solaris by Stanislaw Lem
Woman: An Intimate Geography by Natalie Angier

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