This morning I got fired from my waitressing job. In a voicemail. Who fires someone in a voicemail? They didn’t even say, “You’re fired.” They said, “You don’t have to come in this week. We covered your shift, so don’t worry about working here anymore.” It sounded like they were doing me a favor, which is fitting because they are! Losing that dumb job is the best thing that’s happened to me in two months!
I knew it! My good mood plan is working and I’m already having better luck. After I got that voicemail, I went downstairs to the vending machine and there were Cheez-Its! Two bags of Cheez-Its and a Diet Pepsi later, I’m a happy girl typing away on an article I’m writing for work.
It’s going to be a good week. I can tell.
