Fired over NOTHING

Being fired for a cause is something. A reason. But the reason is just as useless as the time spent on it which got me fired in the first place. Likely related to a man from the past sticking his shit where he thinks it affects me. Or maybe the fact I was walking around the nursing home singing. Or maybe it was my PTSD dx in 2021. But it could also be another coworker. And if that’s the case, that’s why I don’t ever engage. This keeps me celibate. Don’t even bother formulating a reason or excuse is how I feel. Living in truth, I am glad to move on and be away from people that give me creep vibes anyways when it comes to working with them and feeling completely comfortable. There’s a decent amount of fake. And I was working 80-100 hours a week. And it was ridiculous. Never wore anything but scrubs. Not inappropriate wearing tank tops everywhere and my ethics in the nursing field is still to question. I’m gold. I am the asset. It’s the liabilities that recognize the assets and still have jealousy and ignorance in their hearts. Which waters down their value. And I am glad to be valuable and shine amongst a decent amount of invaluable people and energies. I provided strength and beautify the aura with classical music even. I know I’ll be missed. I can’t guarantee the feeling will be reciprocated.