I Think I Just Got Fired!!!

So I think I just got fired. And I have a sore throat. Oh, and I happen to be in Israel and my name is Danka, or something close to that. It'a actually a combination of my name and the name of a coworker who still works at the place from which I think I just got fired. Does the fact that your name is missing from next week's schedule mean that you're no longer wanted at the particular establishment, or might it just be a typo? A very big typo...repeated seven times for every day of the week?
Yea, I seem to have a think with getting fired. Not to sound cliche, but I'm very good at it. I've had jobs where I would like to get fired, and I have to to everything in my power to get the bosses to dismiss me, like pouring hot oil all over their faces. Other times, when I think I got a great gig and I'm the luckiest person all of a sudden, I get fired in the first week, and it's always for some lame reason, like my friend puked in the owner's other bar, or I was too good for the place.
Ok, my throat hurts like hell becuase I just spent a week working at a new bar/restaurant where I contracted a deadly cold/virus and then instead of resting like I should have, worked five days continuously under the spell of repressive medications that stifle your symptoms and therefore got much sicker. I was doing this why? Because I was trying to give a good impression, i.e. that I come to work even when I'm sick. Of course, the impression I gave was that I am a sickly worker.
I don't actually know that I'm fired yet, but the fact that my name does not appear on next week's schedule is definitely suspicious. And of course I tried to call those in charge and no one picked up the phone, as if no one has the balls to tell me directly that I am no longer wanted, that I should just as quickly forget about this job as I so quickly dismissed the others I was so kindly offered last week while grinding away at this one, trying to look good.
Anyways I'm in Israel, and if you continue reading this blog you will find out the reasons why I am here, and also, why I shaved me head and other fun details. Funun.
That's right, Funun. In Hebrew this means cool, but it's not actually an Israeli word, it's a combination of the word Fun twice. Yes this is how Hebrew came into being, every word is actually one and half times that word in English. Hot dog in Hebrew is hotdogdog and kleenex is kleenexnex. Speaking of which, I need a Kleenexnex.
Ok so I got the idea to write a blog from my parents who both continously tell me, as I'm sure all parents tell their kids, that my stories are so fascinating that I should write them down. So here I am, writing this stuff down, and as I'm writing I find it hard to believe that anyone in their right mind would take time to read this. But if you are then I am grateful, and rest assured that things will only get better and better.