109. His Loss
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For context, I’m a 21-year-old gay male. I and I recently quit my job. Now, I don’t know if this is the right spot to post, but I think you guys will get a kick out of this. I have lung problems. I can’t have too much movement. Otherwise, I’d start having problems breathing.
Well, 3 hours ago I left my job for reasons. My boss was a selfish person that didn’t care for people. He hated me the most. For taking “too many off days,” although I only had 2 in a span of three years.
Yesterday was my last straw. I came back from being off for three days. Since I was spending time with my brother before he died. My boss called me. “Ian (not my real name), why were you out for 3 days?” I explained that my brother died and wanted to spend 3 days with him.
“Not a good reason. Miss one more day. YOU. ARE. FIRED.” I sigh. “Then I quit. You don’t let me do my job. I would rather quit than deal with you. I’m outta here.” I don’t stand up to myself at all, but this is my first time meaning I felt proud. I’m a tech person, so he lost a lot.
