Fired!

I got fired from a temp job today. From a temp job where I felt bullied, where I was on the verge of tears for each of the seven days they (by which I mean one woman in particular, of course) managed to cope with my presence by being overdemanding, sarcastic and mean.

She didn't even tell me to my face. I got a phone call from the agency on the way home, who said that I was no longer required to come in tomorrow morning.

Of course, it's fine, because I hated it, I thought the woman was a vitriolic, bitter bitch and had just spent the whole day with mascara smeared all over my face. It's fine because when I was there I felt menial, degraded, and an easy target for the frustrations of somebody else's life. It's fine because I did not want to go back there. It's fine because I don't want to work for someone who knows how to pronounce my name but deliberately gets it wrong to make me feel like shit.

It's not fine, though, because being fired is humiliating. I feel like I have just been dumped by someone I didn't like anyway. I should have walked out this morning after I had just spent ten minutes in the toilets trying to stop crying, but I didn't.

Fuck.

Everything else is good, though. Music is going well, my friends are nice and there has been some pashing with someone I like. Things are good!

In general.

Right at this moment, of course, my cheeks are scarlet with humiliation and fury. My self-esteem has taken a battering and I feel exhausted.

It would have been so very great to have been able to say my piece before I left, but alas I did not get that chance so I must be satisfied with venting here. I think that the way people treat temps, or office juniors or admin staff etc. is very telling about the rest of their personality, and that theory has been thoroughly proven today.

I would wish for a curse upon That Woman, but I think the fact that she has to live her life being Her is punishment enough.