Worth it

I feel entirely useless already and it has only been two days. And I technically went to work yesterday. I was just not permitted in the building.

And everyone from work now thinks I'm an ass. Lovely. Of course, those are the people I disliked anyway, so there is a vague satisfaction there, I suppose. But I bet word of my anti-depressant usage will spread. I don't want the people with whom I still socialize to know about that.

Oh, Meg. You unemployed retard.

The day I was fired, I won a Comcourse blanket as part of their Employee Achievement Recognition Program.

I had better still get that.