You know, I'm sorry to hedge. I didn't know you were going to give it to me like that so quickly. How about three weeks, like you said? Maybe even a week? But OK, I'm sorry that I decided later, and then now. You sounded so fucking disappointed, like you lost your commission, and I can't have that, so I fucking changed my mind, OK?
And now you're saying that I'm "under consideration" for it? You mean I blew my chance? You go from offering me a position that starts this week to maybe getting this same position two weeks from now? And all because of me going "uh ... uh" and my car?
Is it because I told you I had a family function on Friday? Do you think I was lying to you? I have car trouble, OK? And I'm kind of anxious about it. And yeah, I could use the money I would get from starting early, and you told me there were rolling start times, but all of a goddamn sudden you're hitting me over the head with starting this week. What the fuck was I supposed to do?
Things were going so well. Then, in the course of one fucking afternoon, I go from finally finding employment to being stuck in the same shit place I was before. And now I have to toss and turn, waiting for a call that'll wake me up in the morning with the possibility that I will still remain jobless. Plus I have to bring my car in for an estimate that'll probably be more than what the car is worth. I thought I would at least be able to pay for it some time soon. But because you ask me to start now, I might not start ... at all.
Fuck my life.
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