Setting things straight

I wasn't supposed to work today.
Learning that I'm to usher the crowd on the day of the event itself does not allow me enough time to shelf all plans for that day, in case you wondered.
The six months I gave myself is up, and I no longer feel obliged to give a damn.
I honestly think it's fucked-up that you would let an employee go when he gave so much (even if it was not consistent) and there were only a few days left in his employment period. And also that most of the time, you had someone else tell him the bad stuff. Eventually that someone else would be the one taking all the rap. But I guess I don't know the full story and that I was not around to experience the daily dose of shit.
Yes, I blew my first sem, but I have more than an inkling how it happened.
Seeing me everyday does not make you privy to all that I do.
No one should be taken at face value all the time.
Really, I do think two's a crowd. Talk to me again when I'm out of probation, y'all. Unless stars and ice cream are your thing.
If I am amazingly competent at something you assumed I would be inept at, thank you and fuck you very much.
The inverse of the above conditional applies. I'm sorry.
In August '08, x, y, z ∈ Z, x != 0.
My face was crimson, but, no, this isn't another drunken blog post.