I knew it was coming; it wasn’t much of a surprise.
I was fired from my vanilla job, today. I had been making my best efforts for the past 6 months, but they need someone there who can put in 10, 12, 14 hour days. That’s not me, anymore.
My friends have rallied around me, because surely, I must be distraught. But really… I’m not. I’m sad, because I wanted this job to last. I like the security, and the pay was decent. But… it’s not my passion. It’s not what I love.
They always tell you to go with your strength; maybe mine is just how well I swing a whip.