My face is nothing but broken blood vessels and liers lips.

What a fucking week.

I can officially tick off getting fired on my big list of things to do.

So here's the scoop ladies and jerks. I know you're just fucking pissing the chairs/ benches by now, so I won't wreck the furniture or mood anymore for you.

I work(ed) for a company called the Nanaimo Marine Centre. The building is a ship chandlery for boat parts, fasteners and stainless/brass/galvanized parts, as well as anything else that would appeal to the market. Right below the store is the Nanaimo Shipyard, which gets parts and supplies from the NMC. Whenever they need anything we didn't have, they would order from the purchaser in the yard (Del) and then when it came it would come to me.

When stuff came to the store, I would do several things;

1.) Check the shipment, ensure everything they said they shipped is actually there.
2.) Make sure the stuff they shipped is right.
3.) Check for damage on the items, anything bad had to be phoned in and I would get a number to return the stuff for.
4.) Check ours and theirs paperwork, ensure the cost we listed is correct and make sure they didn't overcharge or change pricing.
5.) File said paperwork and write received on it, then move on.

When stuff came for the Shipyard, I would only do steps one to three. Now it doesn't seem like much, but keep in mind I would be receiving boxes with literally hundreds of items, most of them different. Also, prices dip and change on a daily basis with certain companies, so you could spend a lot of time on the phone negotiating and haggling for better pricing or trying to get a reason so you wouldn't get shit on when you ordered paint for stock that is now overpriced.

So on Tuesday I went to work, unhappy that I was still getting underpaid and moody because I had a new jack-off to boss me around. I was told that I would now be doing steps four and five for the Shipyard as well now, with no pay increase.

That just does not fly, and here the fuck is why.

For starters, they have someone down there to do that job. She is part of the Shipyard union, therefore she makes a cushy twenty-three dollars an hour doing the job she does. Secondly, they're laying her off saying they don't need her and can't afford it.

So here's where I in.

When I asked why I would get stuck with it, they said if I don't like it I can leave. I replied with something along the lines of, "I'll do it, but I want in the Union and Shipyard pay. Besides, you can't tell me to do it anyways, I don't work for you; I work for the Marine Centre."

Apparently that's insubordination and not being cooperative.

When the new faggot fired me, he paused after I asked him if he was going to indeed fire me. I think he was waiting for me to back down and change positions in the face of losing my shitty job.

I'm proud. I stood up for what I believe in (As always!) and lost something I didn't care about. Chalk two points up for me.

In other news, my forehead is pull of red marks, lumps, and zits. I'm guessing sweaty headgear for half an hour and getting punched in the nose, chin, and forehead are the culprits. I'm really enjoying boxing now that I'm getting better, I actually beat the fuuuck out of another kid today.

Primal, brutal, whatever. Try it and deny it.

I've got a decent amount in the bank, a full paycheck coming, and I'm finally free of my chains. Maybe it's time to look further then just a regular clock punching job, whatever that may be.

My dreams are returning to previous nightmares again.