JETSON, you're fired!
the mobile {that is what the brits call it} rings, i look at the screen and see the number of my boss cory.
me: hey, what's up?
cory: hey is this david?
me: yup
cory: hey david, it's cory. how ya doin?
me: aight
cory: hey with things slowing down this summer, i am gonna let ya go...for the rest of the summer.
me: ok
cory: but you have 2 checks left, so we will set up a time so you get those, and i want the paintbrush back to.
me: ok sounds good.
cory: aight lata.
so that is the end of that job i guess. i am not the type of person to be fired. but i was getting really sick of that job and ready to quit anyway, so i guess it is only best. now i will have time to find a job around the U like i was plannin on before, as well as just enjoy the remainder of the summer. i think i am in shock. oh well.