Most people that I've known in the club business seem confused that I'm not furiated that I've been subliminally fired from The Gold Club. A part of me is glad cuz I no longer have to deal with the rediculous drama that management sprouted from their ginas. Then there's the other part that feels like I've finally acquired freedom. I'm fine with the firement just the only thing that bothers me is that I had to figure it out through hints. HINTS! If there's one thing I can't stand is a boss that loves pushing his/her weight around yet too pussified to do their job worth a shit.
rys:
I telepathically fire you!!!
rys:
Via acupuncture. I split your quitting nerve.