Boo-hoo.

It was, however, the first time I've ever been fired from anywhere. Which is quite amazing to me, given that I have a less-than-subtle style, and a low tolerance for dickheads.

And boy howdy, are there ever a metric shit ton of dickheads in the fast food industry. In the short time that I worked there, I personally spoke with, argued with, or was glared at menacingly by enough dickheads that if you stacked them you'd be able to poke God in the ass from the top.

I should seriously think about writing a self-help book. I'd call it "You fucking suck, and you don't even know it" At least I'd be doing something with the vast knowledge that I have accrued of dickheadedness, other than ranting at a web-page.

*sigh* Lets start over, shall we?

I've started working at the shop again, which means that I'm hauling stage props around all day and slopping paint. It's pretty cool, in that physical labor always seems to put me in a Zen state and the hours just fly by.

Oh, and they pay me too.

SO!!

I'm still alive, although in need of a steady job. So if you find one, nail it to a wall and make fun of it for playing with dolls when it was a kid, and then let me know.