Well, it's time I spill the beans about my shitty job. I work for a maniacal millionaire. He's very crazy. He's also very evil. To put it in perspective, all this is happening because he
thinks his wife is cheating on him. The guy's father says, in response to how evil his son is, "I should have splooged on the wall." That's really fucking heavy when your father says that about you.
Monday morning he came in and told everyone they were fired. We have about 15 employees that collectively run 3 radio stations. They are very talented employees. I am still an intern, but in addition to my unpaid 30 hours a week, I work at nights as a "skilled laborer," which is about 20 hours a week. I eat, sleep, hell, I live at the raidio station.
But now I am only to work 30 hours a week unpaid. But the thing is, I'm not learning anything new since I'm interning during my "skilled laborer" time. I have no income now. I have no drive anymore, probably because I know I won't be hired when I graduate.
This throws everything out of whack. I had planned to move into a house with the person closest to me, but we'll see now that I'm jobless with a 30-hours-a-week commitment.
I don't know what to do. I really don't. But fuck it. I've dealt with much, much worse. It just hurts. I guess.
Here's the last commercial I did for them. I wrote and produced it. Cheesy commercials were my specialty.
Edited to add just a little bit more sadness to the, ahem, pot. Not that I hoped to create a pity party. Last week my purple nugs and handy stealth consumption device were confiscated at a concert. How sad. Boo freaking hoo.