Right as I was getting to the top of the pride cycle thinking I was pretty awesome, the big guy brought me back to reality. I lost my job. Who fires THERM?? Well, my manager does, but really... why? I don't know. I'd like to think that my lintless life was too much for them to be around. You know how your house looks like the day after Thanksgiving? Pots, pans, crumbs, left overs, just a mess everywhere? Now picture the Stake Presidency coming over unannounced and having them there amongst the clutter. You would be so ashamed. Yeah. That must be what it is like for my (former) coworkers to work with me everyday. When I look at it that way I can accept what happened.
So I am on the hunt again. This time for a job.