Zombienerd

 Just where I was heading was farther from my head than feet: all I knew was that I was gone. Although I've never had a home, there was still a part of me that felt desolate. Like I was missing something, feeling homesick already and an hour hadn't even passed yet. I hadn't even noticed it earlier but the knot my manager had left in my belly was long gone now: an eerie, light feeling replaced it. Like all was right with the world...or I'd just shot up with enough heroin to put me in the hospital. Not that I'd know anything of that, of course. Its a weird feeling but I wasn't going to shun it: 's a good contrast to the looming clouds that had

 “I need to see you in the office.” normally my manager tacked on whether or not the chosen person was in trouble. The fact he neglected this should have been cause for alarm. “What do you want?” “Sign this. I'm ending your season." being that I work in a tourist trap, this is a basic way to lay someone off in the winter when business dies down.. I didn't know if this was one of his jokes or not: he's rather fond of 'firing' people for a laugh. “Ending my what? Firing me?” “No. Ending your season. This way you can't get unemployment.” At a loss for words, I scratched down my name and left without u