I remember when I got fired from my last job. That shit hurt so bad. I gave all I had to that place. I hated the job, it was always cold and the all around vibe was dreading but I stuck around because it was a rewarding experience. And I was broke.
There’s something about the independence that came with my own income that was very liberating. Being the prideful person that I am, I hate asking for money. I didn’t want to be more of a burden to my struggling parents and it was good exercise since I’m headed straight for adulthood. I don’t think I’m ready for that and at the same time I can’t wait but that’s a whole other blog post.
I could buy what I wanted, when I wanted. My first trip to the bank as an account owner had the excitement of waiting to ride a rollercoaster. When I got used to withdrawing money, it made me feel like a boss so it was a win-win all the way. My favourite bank trip was by far checking if I got payed. It made all those ours worthwhile.
I should have saved more.
I really should have.
When I got fired it hurt bad because I was on a roll, I was feeling invincible. I went from 0 to 100 real quick. I knew it was gonna happen but I was planning to quit before they kicked me out. Little did I know that I was already fired before my last shift.
I found out in class and it ruined my whole day.
Worse text message of my life (yup, they fired me by text message)!
I showed everyone the text. Even my teacher!
Look at me now, 6 months later, it’s a new day and your girl has a new job. After using all the money I managed to save from my last job on printing out curriculums, someone called me back! This job is just as tiring as the other one but it’s all motivating and encouraging vibes. That is what I live for and now I can’t let them down.
This time I’m going to save more but most importantly, not get fired. I’m staying here.
Y’all ain’t ready.
Find out about my old job here.