So, I woke up this morning. Tried to eat breakfast, which made a speedy ejection from my stomach naught but 20 minutes after. So, like a rational person, I called into work. I felt (and still kind of feel) like shit. There was no chance of me being productive. I proceeded to dry-heave all morning, slept most of the day away, had fucked up dreams about gold, swords, and for some reason, Stanford quarterback Andrew Luck being a wizard.
Later in the afternoon, my dad, like the cool guy he is, asked if I needed anything. I was awake, so I checked my phone. Voicemail. From the hiring agency. So I called the dude back, and turns out, I got the lay-off today. Now, I was re-assured it wasn't an attendance thing. I had a workplace incident a few weeks ago that caused me to miss a day of work, not my fault. But it seems suspicious.
However, there is a silver lining. They're placing me in a different plant for the same company, one that's a little closer. Same pay and all that jazz, don't know what I'll be doing, but it'll be similar. So I'll still have a job, but at what cost? I was getting really sick of that place, and maybe a new plant will be a better change of pace, but I can't stay out of my own head, and how much that isn't what i want to be doing. But my car has broken down (borrowing my dad's car at the moment) and I need more money to get it fixed. So harsh. Goddamn it. I'm sorry. I don't post anything for quite some time, and when I finally do, it's all this stuff. I'm getting really sick of my life.