Let me tell you, getting fired for poor performance is not very fun. It's totally demoralizing, actually. I pretty much thrive on my cocksure attitude, mostly because it involves cock of which I have an abundance. Someone telling me that I am not adequate is difficult for my fragile psyche to accept. And my cock of which I have an abundance.
So after a one week involuntary vacation I was re-hired somewhere else. Finding a job is a stressful affair. It's like trolling for a date for the prom. This is pure conjecture, cause I've never had a prom date, but I think it is fitting. You look for the best, and after repeated rejections you reach a point of such abject depression that you actually feel that you deserve the obese chick with the obnoxious laugh that smells like ferrets are dying in her flesh rolls under her arms.
I didn't reach that point in this recent job search. I got fired on a friday, and scheduled two interviews on the same day. I was hired by the next thursday. I have two words for that: BOO Yah!! The pay offered was 80% of what I asked though. I took the job with the following logic: something is better than nothing. I figured that I could continue my job search for better pay while still working.
This last week, after only a month of work, I was given a raise for exceptional performance and good feedback from my superiors. The raise brought me only a dollar away from my original asking wage. My balls once again can be loaded into a pirate cannon and launched at a ship full of booty. Only the biggest balls of steel are used for that.
