This whole blog really cracks me up with how scattered it is. If you were trying to follow my life this would not be the place to do it.
With that said, I find myself without a job, without a car and back in with my mother in Ohio? Is your head spinning because mine surely is.
So, after 3 months of being a statue in my driveway, I finally get my car fixed. Turns out it was the starter all along. I fork over 500 to get it fixed and legal. I've never driven with insurance (yes, I'm aware that's illegal) and my license plates had expired. I fix all that and decide to go to Princeton for the weekend. On my way back, my car is struggling to accelerate and eventually just shuts down. I lose all control and have to gently force it to the side of the road. I call my friend, she brings my mechanic, he works on it for an hour to no avail. We decide to tow it. $85 and two trips to Princeton later it's now resting in my friends driveway. We towed it there because that's where my mechanic lived, but unfortunately when you're a fugitive on the run your luck runs out. Of course I'm moderately annoyed that he had the audacity to go to prison before my car got fixed. So right now it's just taking up driveway. At least I know it's safe.
3 days later, I was fired. It wasn't because I lost my car. Apparently, (I say that even though it was proven it happened) I put a customer on hold for 1:51 and then disconnected the call. Now, this is baffling to me simply because when I hang up on people it is usually instantaneous; they've said something smart, or rubbed me the wrong way and I just let it go then. I'll admit it. So the fact that I released the call after an extended hold is unusual. There was no hiding, the monitoring device showed quite plainly that it was I who released it. I was fully prepared to take my write ups, and move on. Cough. It seemed that my call center had an epidemic of repeat offenders who consistently hung up om people, and my vendor manager had had enough. Subsequently, she chopped us all. When I left work on Wednesday, I was supposed to get final write ups, by Wednesday bedtime I knew I was getting fired. Ever think you're having a bad day at work, try going KNOWING that it was all about to be taken from you in a matter of hours. The kicker is they made my supervisor, and my favorite supervisor fire me. My supervisor and I were best friends. We had private conversations, laughs, jokes. We understood each other and we had been with each other from the very beginning. The other supervisor gave me daily bananas because I liked them, hugged me every chance she got, I grew close to her twin boys and we had a beautiful Snapchat relationship. Naturally, they both cried letting me go, which of course, led me to cry. I was trying to get out of their with at least a shred of dignity.
So I'm back in Ohio, a decision made in an hour. I go down this weekend to retrieve my stuff and Charlie. I'll explain more about that in another blog. I'm tired.
Nate
