I feel like puking. I got fired from my job of a year and a half at Applebees tonight. Undercover minors were sat in my section, I was dumb enough to not card them. When I came back from the table they were gone, and a police officer in their place. I go to court in January, but I’m less concerned about that, and more concerned about the fact that I don’t get to return back to a job I loved. It happened so fast, and it feels so surreal. I keep replaying it over, and over again in my head. The more I do, the more I regret it. It was stupid, beyond stupid. I take full responsibility, it was my fault and no one else’s. Though I will say, those little minor fuckers have quite a lot of nerve with that as a job. What a shitty fucking thing to do to someone, tricky little bastards. This isn’t something I can “feel better” about, it’s something that is just going to take acceptance and time. This losing of a job kind of stuff usually has a hint, or a working up to, like you know it’s coming. But this feels like a break-up out of nowhere. I feel decieved. Like some mean, hateful person just came into my life to set me up. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened. My manager was more than kind about it, stating that this was the “most difficult thing he’s had to do as a manager”. Hearing that was nice, having to hear it sucked. Tomorrow, I look for other jobs.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time, accepting hardships as the pathway to peace. Taking, as he did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it. Trusting that he will make all things right if I surrender to his will. That I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy with him. Forever in the next. Amen.
