Sunday, November 23, 2008
This morning I broke down crying at my boss, but it turned out he was on my side so things are slightly less terrible.
"I will comfort a ten year old when they are crying," I said, "you can fire me if you want."
Other notable highlights of the conversation?
Him: "sometimes you have to live in the real world."
Me: "the real world can go to hell."
Why does everyone keep suggesting that I should make a career of this?
People who abuse children should not be placed in charge of children for a living. There is no fucking excuse. Why is this so hard?