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Oct. 3rd, 2001 06:33 pmHere's what I was planning on writing when I got home:
George cracks me up.
Here's what I'm going to say now:
I got a call from the temp agency half an hour after I left work... I had been in GAP and hadn't heard the phone ring... they said that they were sorry that they didn't get a hold of me earlier, but that today was my last day at the insurance agency. They said it was nothing about performance, it was just the fact that they need to start cutting back on people. Somehow I'm not sure about that... the boss always seemed to not like me much. I don't know. So anyway, they don't have anything lined up for me at the moment, but they'll keep me updated. I'm rather upset. I want someone to come buy me a drink and make me feel better.
George cracks me up.
Here's what I'm going to say now:
I got a call from the temp agency half an hour after I left work... I had been in GAP and hadn't heard the phone ring... they said that they were sorry that they didn't get a hold of me earlier, but that today was my last day at the insurance agency. They said it was nothing about performance, it was just the fact that they need to start cutting back on people. Somehow I'm not sure about that... the boss always seemed to not like me much. I don't know. So anyway, they don't have anything lined up for me at the moment, but they'll keep me updated. I'm rather upset. I want someone to come buy me a drink and make me feel better.
