peak bagel, back in the saddle

I lost/quit my job at the bagel bakery.

On Wednesday, my Uncle Mike had a heart attack, he died in hospital Sunday. I arrived at Aunt Carol's house Saturday, borrowed her car to work Sunday morning, came back to Beavertron, went to the airport, went to hospital. An hour after his passing, on three hours of sleep in the past forty8, I called my boss to tell him I was bereaved and not coming in to work at two the next morning, or at five on Tuesday. He basically said no. He said I was scheduled to work and he didn't know what he was going to do if I didn't come in. I told him I could probably come back by Wednesday. Then, my boss brought up the time nearly a month ago when I called in sick and missed two days (and a concert that I was planning on going to on my day off) because I had the flu and didn't get out of bed for nearly seventy-two hours. "Someone died Jeffrey. I was very close to him and I am going to be with my family right now." He said I should call Johnny, the guy who writes the schedule and was on vacation for a few days, so calling him would have been useless. I slept just awful that night and was glad I decided not to go to work at two. Monday, I borrowed Aunt Carol's car again and came home for a couple hours. While I was gone, she went through the clothes the hospital gave her that Uncle Mike was wearing at the time of his heart attack. She found a small tin filled with a white powder, and suddenly everything got worse.
Aunt Carol was devastated by this, and Mike's sister Susie, whom came in from Nevada and was staying at Aunt Carol's, was equally shocked. I called Jeffrey, my boss, that afternoon with the intention of saying it would be a couple days before I could be back, but it sort of came out that I wasn't going to be returning because things got complicated. I left him a message and I still haven't heard word back from the bakery. I will go in next week, Thursday, to get my last paycheck, and hopefully not talk to him. But if he is there and I do, I'm going to say, "No wonder your father never loved you."

So I'm once again heartily on the prowl for employment, or means to pay the bills.