Well, it's official. After less than 10 weeks, I'm leaving Memphis and returning to the warm embrace of western Pannsylvania.The disenchantment with my job and my nutcase roommates finally overcame my stubborn desire never to give in. I had initially set my deadline for becoming a manager on June 1 or else I would blow, but I found myself wanting to blow more than becoming a manager. THEN I go and find myself becoming qualified for managership (the details of which I won't go into, because I'm too friggen tired to explain it all to you, and, considering the current average IQ of Internet users, you're probably too dumb to understand it anyway). I had to get out.
Coincidentally, a new chick we had brought on recently and I was training spent the day telling me how my two roommates and fellow Pittsburghers were bad mouthing me relentlessly. Then the evil bitch goes and immediately tells the guy roommate (who is now hooked up with he female with whom I have some history, but that's a different story). Now this guy's about as stable as the San Andreas with Paul Bunyon doing jumping jacks on it and totally freaks out, accusing me of badmouthing his girlfriend. I finally convince him that that backstabbing cow a lying bitch and we're cool again, but DAMN. Talk about an emotional rollercoaster. First I feel all betrayed by my fellow Pittsburghers and then I find out this bitch was the backstabber. This little episode really didn't have any effect on my decision to leave, but it sure as hell made me miss the place a lot less.
One thing that came out during our little battle, too. One of the things tha backstabber told was how the chick I screwed around with belittled our little affair, saying things like I kissed HER and SHE didn't know what do do. Then I hear the same thing from the guy, who goes on to tell me that "if you tell me my girlfriend's lying, I'll throw you off the balcony". Well, gee, how can you argue with that? I decided to let that one slide, since I was still reeling from the revelation about the backstabber. WEll, slick, if that's what she told you, then she WAS lying. I just didn't have the heart to tell him that we were still messing around when they were supposedly together (not that I knew they were together, but still...).
I beleive I bitched aboutthe headgames these people play in previous entries. I don't know who's got a problem with reality, but it's probably everybody but me. Well, they can go and be as neurotic as they want, cause I'm getting the hell out of here.
I'm outta here. I'm gone. I'm history. Fuck this trashy town. The only irony is, though, that once again I have not lived outside of Pennsylvania for longer than 10 weeks. Kinda strange, that...
I've been packing all day and am extrememly tired. So if none of what I wrote makes any sense, don't worry about it. It made sense at the time.