Somehow, I Still Have a Job!

Somehow, I still have a job.

To recapitulate, I had a bad job, hated that job, didn't feel like going in for a while, didn't, lamely pretended to be sick and somehow, someway, still have a job. In all I worked for a week and then mysteriously didn't come in for three days (until I had two days off anyway) and now I find myself unintentionally employed.

I called up my employer today, mostly to brave getting yelled at long enough to inquire about getting paid for my week's worth of work. Upon finding out that I was well, my employer asked if I'd like more hours to make up for the ones I've missed. What could I do but say yes? The truth is that I hate the job but I need cash, so keeping the job that I somehow still have is the the simplest way for me to keep having cash. In addition, I'm perplexed and excited at the prospect that my being incredibly irresponsible could be completely inconsequential.

Anyway, I'm hoping to get a better job (like one of those ones I've been looking for since I graduated that don't care how much I can carry) so that I can quit. But maybe when I quit next time I'll do it like a grown ass man. Probably not.