He’s all ready to go Christmas shopping, got his bag packed. What store should we hit first, Momma?
Tigger kept me company while I wrapped presents, a welcome diversion from thinking about getting fired.
Archive for November 28, 2007
Not a good fit
Eighty-eight days is all I lasted. I was told today (after clocking back in from lunch), that I wasn’t meeting the criteria needed. Not enough consistent energy. Not getting the big picture. I told them that I thought that they wanted me to be manic and that I couldn’t do that, that I was giving everything I had. What’s ironic is that they used the exact phrase I was planning for my exit speech. Call it sour grapes if you want, but I never loved the job. Never liked picking up after people the whole freaking day, collecting things for them and wrapping them with care. In the end, I suppose I just didn’t care enough, and it showed. I want to solve people’s problems, not design their million-dollar interiors.
The Kool-Aid tasted like shit.
