Well. I suddenly find myself with tons of time on my hands. Part of me wants to be a total ass and try to go after them for harrassment, but... well, that part of me never really has been all that powerful. And honestly... They're being a lot nicer about it than they could be. A whole heckuva lot nicer than the last job to fire me.
I was weeding some flower/mulch beds with my partner in crime of late, my nephew, when I get called up to the office by my now ex-boss. My ex-boss was like... "Mister Andrew"... I think it's time for us to part ways... You were a great worker when you were hired, but you've lost your motivation - which is true, though I don't know if she quite realizes WHY I've lost it. After all... there was that "Mister Andrew" right from the get go, but I'm sure she saw my cringe that I tried, quite unsuccessfully, to hide, when addressed in such manner.
When you go into work each and every day to be run down and told to be more of a dude, and they refuse to respect you enough to even TRY to refer to you how you would like to be... And your opinions and ideas are treated as less than irrelevant... It becomes just a tinsy bit hard to keep up the motivation, no matter how hard you try. Before I was out to myself, I was more or less an automaton. And they essentially wanted me to stay such, it seems. They didn't want me to really exist, they wanted a robot to just do what they said, how they said, when they said.
Oh well... They're letting me keep my employee discount through the end of August on my Apt. And an additional $75 off my rent for whatever reason. They're being nice enough about letting me go, I suppose. I was kinda trying to make it till school started, but, whatever. I knew this was coming, it was just a matter of them finding the right excuse to get rid of me and having replacements lined up for pool duty and grounds. Farewell _________. You really did play a very important part in my life, the tedium of the job was part of the formula that was needed for my deep soul-search in which I finally found myself.
The important thing now is where and how do I go from here? Since I'm already planning on going back to school full-time with hours essentially identical to those of the full-time job I've just been fired from, I don't particularly wish to seek another job at this time. However, this might not be such a "BAD" thing. Since I was fired, and worked for them for over a year prior to, I now qualify for unemployment benefits in the state of Ohio for 52 weeks. Should be just about enough time to last till the end of beauty school. Since I'll now be on unemployment, I might just qualify for food stamps as well. I'm pretty sure I'm still SOL on health care though.
If I play the systems right, I might not be all that bad off really... about $100 a week blood money... errr... plasma, that is ;) Which is completely unreported income, and unemployment and food stamps... Live back with my mom again, so no rent, electric, internet, etc bills... I could actually stand to be in a better position than when I was working. Even if I can't do plasma for whatever reason... never know, really... It'd be tight, but doable. I just need to be able to survive until I can get a cosmetology job OUT of Toledo.
Speaking of living back with my mom... She and I seem to be mending our relationship somewhat. She's still not ready to see me as her daughter Abigail. But she is ready to stop calling me names about it. She's not quite ready to stop calling herself names, however... But... It's progress. And any progress is better than no progress. Progress is good. I can handle progress. Even if it is slow progress.
In other news... I've filed for my name change, I have my "Toledo Legal News" bill sitting here waiting for me to sign, place a check inside, and mail it off... hearing is on September 11th... Yeah... 9/11... Good thing I'm not stupidstitious. Unfortunately, that happens to be my second day of school. So I'll be starting my year off missing a day right away. Joy.
I have something called a Noogleberry ordered. We'll see if it does me any good. (Google it if you're interested... But I should warn you, the results are probably NSFW)
I also have a One Touch home electrolysis device that should be arriving tomorrow. My nephew is a self-taught tattoist, so I'm gunna see about letting him play around with it on himself and if he can sufficiently provide evidence to me that he can use it safely, I'll be subjecting myself to his tortures, since I can not afford a professional. The nice thing about doing this though, is that my nephew is very resourceful on getting his hands on normally tightly controlled substances... Sooooo... ;)
So today's an ending of a sort. But it's also a beginning. My ex-boss said it rightly. It's a "parting of ways". It is a farewell to a stage of my life that allowed me to begin to be, but then tried restraining me from fully flexing my wings. It's also a welcome to the rest of my life. I no longer have to associate with those people whom I worked with who were attempting to hold me back from fully embracing myself. I am Abigail Drew Patridge. Andrew Lehi Patridge ceased to properly exist on the eighth of October, 2011. His shadow is still here, but a little bit more has been displaced by an ever slowly growing ray of light this day. Which probably sounds pretty weird. You'd think I should be all depressed about losing my job. But, really, in a way, a burden has been lifted. Well. A few, actually.