The Fat Lady Sang
The message that was supposed to appear in this space actually did not appear–because I pasted a message intended for Larisa in there instead. Fortunately there was nothing overly personal in the letter in question, only what I’m about to say right here:
My experiment with being a bad employee has come to an end. Now I get to have a new experiment: being a fired employee.
Yes, my supervisors decided it wasn’t worthwhile to beat the horse any longer, so they politely, almost apologetically fired me on Friday.
This is not as bad as it sounds at first. I’d already applied at least one other place, and I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the conditions there. All this really means is that I won’t be hanging around in Fargo any more than I have to, and I have a major impetus to look for something elsewhere. So I’ll probably be coming back to Seattle sooner than I had thought.
…deci nu mai am unde lucra. O sa mai lucrez cu tatal meu cat timp mai stau aici, dar nu astept sa stau mult. Caut un servici cat mai repede. Sper sa primesc pozitia la Mars Hill, sau daca nu, sa gasesc altundeva unde pot sa lucrez. Nu mai are nici un rost sa stau in Minnesota, deci merg in Seattle cat mai repede.
Sunt bucuros. Oricum vroiam sa plec, dar acum am primit un sut in fund. Ma intreb daca asta este primul val de care a vorbit doamna aceea, dar am decis sa nu ma chinui cu intrebari de genul acesta. Asta ar fi abuzul proorociei: sa stai pe ace ca sa vezi daca se implineste, in loc sa treci la treaba ta. In cazul acesta, treaba mea este sa ma incredintez in Domnul si sa caut un loc de munca.