03.03.05 - 12:13 am

you know when you were eight years old, and the family dog just died? remember that first night? lying in bed in the dark, a bright desk lamp lighting your face, your mother slowly stroking your forehead, and you, holding the covers just under your chin. you have a slight frown furrowing your face, and your mom quietly asks you, "whats wrong, honey?" and you respond hesitantly and slowly with, "...now that doggy died....am i going to die too?" youre genuinely concerned, but your mom softly answers, "no sweetie. youre not going to die. not for a very long time...." she ends your anxiety with a single kiss to the forehead, turns off the lights and slowly closes the door behind her.

thats how i currently feel in regards to my employment, and the recent turn of events. lisa, fired for stealing. and then arrested. lisa. lisa lisa. the sweetheart. the girl who was so nice, and deligent and worked other peoples shifts for them. lisa who always kept her cool, knew the managers hated her but didnt know why. lisa the nicest girl in the world.
the managers kept their secret well. no one let anything slip. no one knew anything. expected anything. the managers were like a fucking silent assassin. catching everyone by surprise. complete and utter surprise. what the fuck?

seriously.

what
the
fuck.

am i suddenly going to be next?