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So that third job I've been doing? Wearing myself out completely? Yeah, well, in a creepily brief meeting with the Man, I learned — after doing all three jobs for weeks — that, apparently, I'm too "valuable" in one of my other positions, and this third gig, which I really would have liked, is "easier to fill." Sooo... they filled it with someone else (new, outside, young, inexperienced), and that's that.
Good thing the extra work is over, but fuck man. They really will go out of their way to avoid paying for benefits.
Then I got a flat tire.
Then I got jury duty notification.
Best birthday ever.
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