The boss fired me. Saw it coming a mile away.
Said he just couldn't keep giving me handouts. He said I was given chance after chance to recover, and all I seemed to be doing was getting worse.
I could've told him what is really happening. That I was haunted by a malicious eldritch being that keeps twisting everything I hear. Even then, I could hear the faint outline of a laugh escaping his throat every time he spoke.
But I couldn't tell him. He would have me carted off to the nearest asylum.
Tomorrow I am to clean out my work area and receive my last paycheck. Saturday I will be unemployed. Monday I won't even bother trying to get another job.
The Choir has made me unemployable. I have no higher education to speak of, and now I'm as good as deaf.
I never thought I would have to rely solely on Chelsea's income... I'm going to have to show her this blog. She's been sitting in silence this entire week, and she doesn't even know why.
The Choir has won this battle. But I'm not giving up yet.