Anger and sadness over the sudden loss of my job/haven
So I've been working at The Diner in town, and I really like it. I love every single person that works there. It's also a wonderful home-away-from-home full of wireless, coffee, and friends. This is pretty invaluable since I'm living alone and get extemely lonely and depressed sometimes. It's great to be about to go there late and just study and talk to people. Also as far as waitressing there-- it's great. I work really hard for my tips and end up doing pretty damn well!

I went there to eat last night and found out it was closed. As it turns out, they were shut down by the health department. An angry ex-employee called and complained. You know what? I eat there. The food is fine. The violations are stuff like not having a working men's room (the female is now unisex) and the kitchen floor being horrifying. Don't get me wrong-- it IS horrifying, but it doesn't affect the food. The food has tested fine many times.

So I don't know if the owner even can afford to fix that kind of stuff any time soon. I also like the fact that NOBODY FUCKING TOLD ME and I was supposed to work tonight. If I hadn't tried to eat there earlier, I'd have had no clue and would have gone to work like usual. And STILL nobody has called me about the fact that I guess I no longer have a job for an indefinite period of time!


I was counting on that money and I needed that diner just for mental health purposes as well. All that, and I'm not even a part of what I'd consider to be the most fucked over people. At least I can borrow money if I need to.