Thursday, February 23, 2017

Going home

I'm not messing with TSA anymore from here forward. Even if they start hiring again, I'm done with their drama, their patented lack of maturity. I want to outright hate tsa, but they have tons of quality good solid people working there who come to work and get the crap shoveled and don't start drama. But then the drama comes from the managers and supervisors who need something to do to prove their existence matters.

Am I perfect? Not by any means, but they don't care. They ask for perfection like a lot of jobs do then when you don't deliver the impossible they blow it up to be the end of the known universe.

I sit here not really feeling bad about losing the job. Jobs always will be around, who gives a shit. It's that I LIKED the guys I was working with. Now I'm divorced from them, that life style I'd gotten used to over night. It's gut wrenching and just obscene shit to have your life you know stripped in five seconds away from you like that.

I didn't bother anybody. And I could have but I showed the utmost restraint and didn't ass around like I tend to do. They have no idea what kind of pest I COULD have been if I didn't mature over the years as a worker ant in the grinding gears of the work world.

I'm spinning around not knowing where to turn for comfort or who to trust anymore right now. It's such a scary position to be in. Can I ever get a job and keep it? Or am I just going to be kicked and booted from every job I get from here forward after a few months.

Well, holy shit, didn't see that coming. Might as well rob a store and be done with it. Honestly that's what I think is what society wants from my black ass. Go rob some place for money, then go become inmate number xxx in some prison.

So stupid. I mean, what would society prefer, black people contributing productively or loafing around in the subway for warmth and shelter... Give blacks jobs, even shit like tsa, and call it a day. Why is that a big deal?

Why make a statement about race and politics by firing a young black male from a decent paying job to prove you don't care about black people or something. Why do you have to prove that with ME? Who the hell am I?

It doesn't make sense. If I did something outrageous, like punch somebody, then ok, let's go, fire me. The reason they gave for firing me from my fucking JOB was that I wasn't all super duper quality like they wanted. THAT'S IT. Not that I fucked up horribly. Not that I hurt a child, which I had millions of chances to do by bumping into half of them or just being a douche bag and insulting some kid, or hurt the elderly people we deal with which luckily I never did but came close a million times as well cuz they have us bending down and maneuvering around someone who's 90 and frail as a twig. No I'm fired from my JOB, the thing that sustains my life, cuz I don't gots da awesomeness they want.

No they don't say, do things better and we won't fire you. They just straight MURDER my ass, over not being upbeat enough or some pussy little complaint they came out their ass with. NOT gonna try getting back in at TSA, sorry to say. I liked that job, felt like home. Why I even bothered re-applying. I liked it...

So I'm done with jobs for a while. Going to go home, take months off and just re-think my objectives.

Fuck work. Fuck it so hard.





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