I got fired today.
After being yelled at the whole day and crying the entire time, I got fired.
This was my first job. It made me exactly half happy and half super sad, but it was a great experience that helped me organize things better, work with people and get my physical condition better. Plus I lost about 8 kilos. That was nice.
It also taught me that I could never be happy with a job that doesn’t involve thinking at all, creativity or intelligence.
All of my colleagues were around 30 years older than me, none of them finished high school and most of them used to work as a cleaner.
I was the only one who liked reading. The only one who spoke any other language than Czech. Only one who had their high school finished (well..).
The reason was, according to them, that they can’t employ ill people (I took one day a few weeks ago because I threw violently at wok. Also I left early once because I was had a complete mental breakdown).
The true reason probably is though that they didn’t like me and the manager wants to employ her daughter instead of me.
I could write a whole damn article about how hard is this to get employed when you suffer from a,long term mental illness, but I won’t. I don’t want to admit to myself that I am ill, I don’t want the world to change for me, but I have to change for the world.
Hopefully I will have better luck next time.
So yeah, no more work for me till September, when I hopefully get a job in a theater. Wish me luck.