Adventures in poverty

My job is ass. Latest example: one of my managers had a boy come to work with a confirmed case of mononucleosis and expose us all to it so she wouldn't have to work on Friday. Because your three day weekend is so much more important than the health of an entire staff of people with no health insurance. Fuckin' shit. And of course I am just being ridiculous for being upset about it. In fact I don't even rank high enough for you to return my phone calls. So I turned in my two weeks. And now gotta find a new job. Lovely. Deliver pizza? Wait tables? Scan groceries? Maybe if I drop 25 pounds or so on my new no money for food diet I can get into sex work. Stripper, call girl, escort, whatever. I know: I'll become a madam. Get a few girls, put an S&M dungeon in the basement. Management position. Mo' betta.