Yes, kiddies, it's that day--eggs, chocolate, bonnets, bunnies. All things sugary and peep-like that we hold dear. It's also the birthday of Mariah Carey (35), Christina Modica(33), and Russell Jones (37--no, NOT ODB, a friend of mine). It's also what should have been my birthday. Can you imagine what life would have been like if I had been an Aries? I'd get what I want, for one. Instead of seeing everyone else pass in front of me while I beg for crumbs. This whole psychic thing ain't worth it in the end. I'd gladly give up seeing ghosts and being visited by dead people in my dreams like that damn Sixth Sense kid if it meant success. I work hard, play by the rules, and still get shit. Ides of March my ass!
In other news, I've added not one but THREE new allies in my quest to get the hell outta AP. Baldo's lackey that sits next to me is basically uneducated in the facts. She's exactly what this place wants: passive, quiet, thankful to get 28K per year. YOU GOTTA BE FRIGGIN KIDDING ME. Sorry to be so "Bensonhurst", but I don't give a rat's dead, diseased ASS what these fuckwits think of me now. I'll do the work, find the way out, get hired somewhere else, and probably get some snide comment on how my co-worker left with only 4 days notice, am I going to do the same? To which, with full glee, I will retort with "Don't you have any faith in me? Oh, that's right. You don't. That's why I'm leaving. Here's my two weeks notice." I welcome nasty comments at this point. It's going to take the bitch-slap edge off the masterpiece that is my resignation letter. Burn bridges, my ass, kiddies. All my references no longer work there. If I cared less what the people at this hole thought, I'd be in a coma. I will, however, make up for the Friday I wanted to take but didn't at the hellhole acting school and leave on a Thursday and not a Friday. At this point, I need the money, so I ain't taking the vacation days I should. If I don't get paid for them, it's off to the NY State Labor Board so I can file a case and sue. Just because I dress plainly and am not a skinny ass WASP doesn't mean I'm going to sit quietly while they ream me. THAT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN, HONEY!
I am worth 42K to start. And I'm gonna find it.
After I leave, I'm planning on posting my resignation letter right here for all to see. Some of you have an idea of how wicked I can be, and how dazzling my writing skills are when there's lots at stake, so stay tuned!
It's gonna be a DOOZY.
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