Today I was called into my supervisor's office. I knew what was coming - "your numbers are consistently too low in the past few months, unfortunately we are going to have to let you go."

My low numbers were not accidental. This has been planned for a while - get fired instead of quitting without hurting my coworkers, receive severance and employment insurance, have one year of complete freedom. (I also have my own money saved of course)

I'm free now. No more cubicle or production numbers, no more office monotony, no more artificial lighting, ocular migraines, cunty old ladies...

While I don't have a step-by-step plan, I will be learning to write screenplays, edit and shoot short films. I'll be an extra in local shoots as much as possible and I've also got a gig as a coffee bitch for a production company working on a TV drama show about strippers. Instead of staring at grey cubicle walls I'll be looking at tna.

I'm ecstatic. Just like my previous shitty jobs such as fast food, dishes, housekeeping and call centres I'm now blacklisting office-esque cubicle jobs. Never again.

Thanks to TRP for helping me realize what's important to me. While my coworkers display dismay, sadness and pity towards me for losing such a great job I show them the very same emotions for staying.

C'ya, shitty government job.