I didn't have much of a job. My mental breaks over the past few months had reduced my hours to almost nothing at one job and lost me another. Well, now I find out that when I read the schedule for this week, I read it wrong. I was supposed to be there yesterday (I couldn't have been anyway, sick child) and I no called no showed because I thought I was supposed to be there today.

So now I have no job. I'm not that upset because I'm trying to get out of the restaurant biz anyway, but I hate to go out like that. She wasn't even willing to talk to me about it. So yeah.