Arg

I got into a yelling match via cell phone with my manipulative bitch of a boss about four hours ago. Funny thing about this whole situation is that I turned in my two-weeks notice, oh, over a month ago. I agreed to work one day a week because she begged me to and she somehow twisted it around to make it sound as if she's doing me a favor. I'm sorry,but what about a two-weeks notice is unclear? I quit and yet now I'm praying to be fired...?? This is the type of nonsense that only happens to me. Hopefully, when my anger subsides, I'll laugh because I'm sure this is funny.

The most pathetic sight I think of is a semi without anything to pull. It looks so lost without all 18 wheels. Like a turtle on its back. I think I'm the semi. Stubby and with no purpose for the moment, but hell if I don't know where I'm going.