Well, the past few days I've been bombarded with negative images of what my life's gonna be like. I'll be in debt, choose the wrong college, choose the wrong major, chose the wrong parent, chose the wrong state, etc, etc.
Well,
now, I've left the back door open to the store. (where I work)
there's an old dog who lives there.
I closed the door, did some stuff, head was already out-of-whack from crazy stuff, and then took out trash, and forgot to check back door.
No more than 30 min after I leave, patrolling cop sees door open, is almost attacked by dog, and tazers her.
Obvious to say, I am never working at Accent on Pets again.
I'm glad that Mercy's alive.
Hm. Thinking maybe choose a day for everybody who works there to grill me and then take my leave officially.
Now, before you say it was just one mistake. I've forgotten stuff at closing before, and I'm the one who's been there the longest so i should know what I'm doing. No doubt everybody there hates me right now and will be forever disappointed.
I can't work there ever again because most likely:
- no one will forgive me
- I will feel death stares for the remainder
- I will have no respect
- I deserve whatever criticism will be talked about every day
- I will be reminded every day about what could've happened to Mercy
so. now I have no job. that's it.
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