ha, alright. i used to work at this taco place in the mall. i went for a run one day and got locked out of my house…i tried to get in via the roof but ended up “stuck” on the roof. i was due to be at work in like an hour and had no way to get inside, get dressed, get my keys, etc. so i sat on the roof for hours and hours. i know i could of got off, had i tried, but it was risky, because the way i got up wasn’t as easy to get down. the ladder was shaky and it was too far away, i would have had to jump kinda. anyhow, so i could have done it, the roof isn’t that high, but i didn’t, because i fuckng hated that job and the religious freaks that ran it and didn’t wanna go in. so i didn’t…and i couldn’t call off…and they already hated me, so i just didn’t show up, obviously. i must have sat on the roof for 5 hours.
finally i got off the roof and when i got inside i had a text message, yes a text message, that i was fired. i was happy. a day or two later i was unemployed and feeling free and good so i bought a plane ticket to san francisco to visit my brother. my friend and i went a few weeks later, and it was amazing. this led to me using craigslist rideshare to get from sf back to pittsburgh a month later, which led to me meeting the guy that drove us from denver, co back to pittsburgh, who, if you’ve read my other questions on here, is now my boyfriend, and i am moving to boulder, where he lives (but not strictly because of him at all) in less than a month.
so yeah…kind of an irrational little decision in the first place to just blow off work, maybe? but the chain of events that followed me being fired have led up to the best relationship so far in my life. kooky.