Day 55: Need to Know Basis

There's information that needs be shared. And then there's information that should NOT be shared. Myself, I like to keep myself on a need to know basis; there's alot of information out there that I REALLY don't want to know. Like why some guy stopped calling me two months ago. I got the hint after a couple of weeks, thanks. No need to email me any explanations. You were already forgotten. On top of it, lame apologies are just that - lame. Your an a**hole. Move on. Get over yourself. Period. Your not redeeming yourself with statements like, "You'll find a guy who appreciates you someday.". Of course I will, I'm not the a**hole. I like people for who they are and even more for what makes them unique. I enjoy every moment of people I choose to be with. What leaves a bad taste in my mouth in the end (which to me was about two months ago) is someone trying to make a pie out of cake mix. I'm not a pie. I'm 100%, sweet delicious cake. You either like cake and the funky icing on top or you don't. I won't judge. And you shouldn't, either. One thing is for sure for me now, nobody is ever going to make me put my pants on for the pizza delivery guy again. And the icing is staying on, too.

Heyyyyyyyy. There. I'm done. I'm back. It's still a beautiful weekend and life is sweet. Because, well, I'm alive. Bunnies not even required. What does this have to do with unemployment? Hah, good question. I'll think about that... Okay. ALOT. I'm also a veteran of bad jobs. Breaking up (lack of a better phrase, we weren't even really together) is alot like getting fired. I think it's always decent of the company to let you know that they are firing you and let you know that showing up for work the next day wouldn't be such a great idea. Information you don't want to hear, though, is that the door codes have been changed and the premises are being monitored by security to make sure you stay away. That just stings, man. I don't even remember how to make it past the traffic circle to get there. People assume too much about me.

Lastly, after you've been fired or dumped (lack of a better phrase), you really don't need to be re-fired or re-dumped. I can just imagine my ex-boss calling me tomorrow and saying, "By the way, I'm just calling to remind you that you're fired. Do you want to do lunch?". Yeah, no, thanks dude, and I hope you still have security guarding the premises because that just makes me feel a little crazy. But then I'd have to remember how to get there. And I can't. Once again, I will forget everything that happened in the last 48 hours very shortly. It's my 48-hour rule. So if I don't set fire to anything tonight, it's definitely never going to happen. Sleep tight.