I knew my job sucked, I always knew I did not fit well there, and I knew Peggy was is and always will be a complete unpleasable biatch.
I said so in June.
I said it again in July.
I bitched about being unhappy in August.
I just mentioned the random bitchiness two weeks ago.
When Dennis came home and I told him I was laid off, I got even more upset. I feel like such a loser. I've never been let go before. It wasn't even for anything I'd done wrong. I can see firing an airline pilot who wrecks planes. She said, "Your work is good," as she was doing it.
Maybe 27 years is high time to feel this bad.