Soon after, I started calling off of work to the point where I was on my last straw. The supervisor had called me in her office and told me that if I called off one more time, I was going to be terminated. Most of the times I called off was simply because I didn't want to go in. I figured it was senseless. Like I said before, I wasn't making much money there and it was simply a way for me to get out of my apartment, see and talk to some people and make a little money at the same time. If it wasn't for me working that job I would have been living like a hermit. I would have literally sat in my apartment and drank all day. I had also come to the point where I realized that I was going to have to move back in with my parents. I had made enough money to complete the terms of my lease, but after that I was back to square one. So in my mind, I really didn't need the job anymore. That being said, I just stopped going to work. After my second consecutive no-call no-show, the supervisor called me and asked if I was going to call in for the day. I told her no, because after she told me that if I called off one more time I would be fired, I figured I was already fired. She said she was going to list me as quitting the job because I stopped coming to work. She told me that if I didn't return my badge that it would be five dollars deducted from my last pay check. I told her they can just deduct the five dollars because I will spend that just to come up there and return the badge. And that was it, I was back jobless. Before I knew it, it was time for me to move out. I had talked to my parents about it and they suggested that I move my things into storage because they didn't have room for it in their basement. They didn't mine me moving back in with them. As a matter of fact, they suggested it. They had been constantly telling me that it was something I was trying to hold on to that was stopping me from truly getting my life together. And they were absolutely right! I wanted to hold on to my freedom of course, but I also wanted to hold onto being able to drink whenever I wanted to, and as long as I was doing that, I would never get my life back in order. The closer it came for me to move in with my parents, my girlfriend suggested that I move in with her. Although I had considered, I didn't think it would be a good idea because she worked and I had just quit my job; and I didn't want to be sitting around her place not being able to contribute.
