I quit my job. There was many reasons why. But the one reason that pushed me over the edge is something I can’t prove.
Some one I worked with would bully me, do anything to make herself feel like the top dog and me the shit on the bottom of her shoe. However, when I found my bag had been stabbed repeatedly with a box cutter I called who mattered and quit.
(take that bitch)
Now I am teaching a few ceramic classes at a place I have been wanting to work at for some time. I do my first class tomorrow I am not that nervous…I am not sure if that should worry me or not.
But I am hoping that things will look up from here on. Cause for a while I was busting my ass for 7.25 an hour just to come home not be able to do any of my other work like writing my story or throwing pottery. Speaking of which I need a kiln. I hope these classes work out so I can get one soon.
I also have an idea for a class.
Frustrating week at work and you want to blow off some steam. Come on down smash some pots freshly thrown by me. You want to take a whirl at it too be my guest. No matter what I will be there to help you throw pots on the wheel or some one to vent too while you smash pots with a Splat! Come on Down, We’re all mad here!
Sounds cool uh! I think I will use a version of that to advertise
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