The bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald

I have been complaining about my job a lot lately, because I hate it. When it comes down to it, I am not above whining.

Finally one of my old man friends told me that if I had any balls at all, I would quit immediately, flipping them off and mouthing "fuck you" in slow motion as I walked away.

His wisdom was inspiring to me, so yesterday I called in sick. I didn't think of a good excuse; I just said, "I just threw up, so I'm not going to work today."

Baby steps.