Day Sixty-Five, March 5th, 2024

Hello and Hi-ho.

I was trying to find the silver lining. After being removed from my position yesterday, I stood aimlessly, drifting and in a void of confounded dizzying. Even still the night of the 5th I am trying to wrap my head around with my wording and how to convey this not being right.

Right quick, I will and do take complete and total accountability and responsibility if there was or is something that I had done that was unforgivable, immature, unprofessional or otherwise. Now what has me very curious into what happened how it happened and what I hadn’t requested that made it where me getting fired had me getting fired. And I don’t know how to convey to a lawyer that something is a miss, something is a foot.

The thing is, I addressed my concerns after the infusion, just the first of the first-round which that first round takes two infusions, the first being two weeks between one another and then a six-month wait before that second infusion. In that second infusion is in fact the second because number one and two at the beginning is only for the initial first infusion. I know it’s confusing, but it is true.

I communicated with my team, I communicated with everybody that I had been having some difficulty, noticing some changes, asking for this, asking for that, which had me leaning into HR requesting for part-time. And after that part-time request, after it was finalized, and turned in just last week I got fired this f****** Monday. What the actual f*** went wrong? What the f*** step, what did I not communicate? What is there that I’m missing? Was it something that I did incorrectly? That didn’t have a reason or at least there was askew? What was that something that was ignored? At least that’s how it feels, that’s what it seems like. Maybe I am losing my f****** mind but god damn it I really f****** hope that’s not the case.

Sorry for the language but it is what it is. Luckily it’s censored, apparently my mic is programmed to *** the graphic content. Hahahaha.

I’m perturbed and while dealing with this, calling firms, hoping for an assist in how to address this. I’m trying to see the silver lining. Do I immediately jump on a prospective job? Do I take a moment and take care of the items that have fallen to the wayside? Do I reel in my focus for school and the side job? My art?

Just this last day alone I was able to get most of the laundry beast to its caverns, nooks, and crevices. Was able to clean up the kitchen counters and dishes (kitchen floor and table tomorrow), was able to play with my boy and breathe a bit, it was a panicked shaking breathing but, still a breath.

We’ll see, maybe I’ll do a journal post through each hour tomorrow. We’ll see how productive I can be at home. Here, where I always am.

C’est la vie

Good night and good morning, to those waking good morning and good night.

Nosce Te Ipsum