I get to work this week and maybe next even though I am getting laid off. The restaurant isnt doing enough business to warrant two prep cooks, so the millionaire owners are cutting me loose.
We always bitch that we dont get a two weeks notice when we get fired, but this boss did.
But I am still shitcanned, and that dredges up all the trauma I have accumulated from two decades working as a millenial. So here I am sitting in the parking lot, trying to dredge up enough fucks to go in there and make the rent money.
Now all the little things I have done outside my normal duties just feel ultra tedious because I know doing them wasn’t actually enough to keep my job. So maybe I will go in there and finish the week but im done changing my coworkers diapers