Employment, economies, men and ankles

Well since the last time I posted my life seemed like the equivalent to a commercial broadway, unfortunately that form of happy was very short lived.
The least now of these events was that the individual that I was semi seeing realized he didn't have time for me, seems justified, at least he was honest and I'm going to believe that and not the BS hearsay that seemed to surface about him in five directions afterwords.
The small business I worked for briefly (note, very fucking briefly) fired me. I was told it was because they realized that they shouldn't have taken on a full time employee-- whoops. (I just the think that the owner really resented me, when his wife had to break the news, she was in tears). I blame the decline of our economies.

Soooo... FUCKTITTIESFUCKASSBITCHFUCKCUNTFUCKED

I really didn't want a vacation, I didn't budget for it.

So being the resourceful gentleman I am, I instantly stopped all the spending I was doing and started making some phone calls to some friends in regrettable places, yes, back to my old job.
Unfortunately I could go back to my comfy position, thats the way it is-- but I never wanted it back, I wanted to leave it, period. So I took on a part time position and began to look for work to supplement it with. I am hoping to secure a fulltime position with this other job first and foremost.

Oh and then when going to a friends birthday party, an angry drunken stranger punched me in the face. Goodtimes!

BAM, new job. With urban outfitters on yonge street. Now normally retail is just retail, but has actually been the best retail experience I've had to date. People overall are fantastic and it's at least a place where there is something I can justify always doing. I like that about a work place.
Been there a month now, a few days ago was the staff party, you can see my shame (drizzunk) on mah facebooks. I had a really good time.

But the following afternoon at work. My right ankle just wouldn't stop hurting like, it was really sore. It hurt so badly to go up and down the stairs. So I really didn't think much of it, I sorta have a history of shitty joints. Until tuesday, my day off-- I stupidly walked around Toronto with someone who has kept the art of conversation interesting. (in my opionion, so worth it)

So now as I am writing this as I woke up extra early for work so I could ice my ankle so I hopefully can have a somewhat normal day. And you know, make dem moneys.