Last day of work.

I wish this had happened:

"Young woman to friend: And I was getting so fucking mad at my boss, so I reached into my bag and pulled out the emergency extra strength maxi-pad I always carry, and walked into his office and threw it at his face. And he looks at me calmly, picks it up, opens it up and sticks it to his desk, and then takes his bottle of water and starts pouring it onto the pad. So I scream, “what the fuck are you doing?” and he looks at me and says, “I want to see if the commercials are true."

But it didn't. ANYWAY I DON'T WORK HERE ANYMORE SUCK MY DICK!

What a very sorry state of affairs

Officially joining AFTRA in about 45 minutes.

Quitting my job in t-minus 7 days.

Thank jeebus. Here's to the pendulum swinging the other way.

Hello, 23, how are you? I'm just fine.

And away we go...