chill
You stay in bed, giving a symbolical middle finger to The Man. You never liked retail anyway. The customers are awful, your boss is worse, and 8 hours a day on your feet has been killing your back. The sounds of the construction next door lull you back to sleep.
An hour later, you're rudely awoken by your ringing cell phone. It's your boss. You're fired.
The next few months are a blur as you struggle to apply for job after job with no luck. Your car gets repossessed, you get evicted, and you're on the streets. Maybe you should have gone to work. Oh, well.
An hour later, you're rudely awoken by your ringing cell phone. It's your boss. You're fired.
The next few months are a blur as you struggle to apply for job after job with no luck. Your car gets repossessed, you get evicted, and you're on the streets. Maybe you should have gone to work. Oh, well.
