It's final. I couldn't take it any more. Jamie came and knocked on my door at 9:30 last night bitching at me for not showing up to work, and how I must think I'm special because I get days off and that shit. And I told her that maybe if she got the responses to her articles that I got to mine, maybe she could feel "special" too. She continued bitching at me, saying that the paper was her place to run, not mine, and who the hell do I think I am for trying to take over?
I told her to go play hide-and-go-fuck herself. I didn't need to put up with her shit. So I slammed the door on her face and deadbolted it, called apartment security, and had her removed from the property. Stupid bitch. Never mess with Dan Hardy.
I called Tina this morning and said that I'd be off the payroll starting on the 1st, and I told her that that was perfectly fine.
Now, I need to go get a job... I'm thinking of the coffee shop... I'll apply there on the 3rd. It's Saturday, and that's when they're least busy and most likely to seriously accept me applying.