Yeah. Come back soon. I mean, like, tomorrow, if you make enough money by then.
Goodbye, darling. I love you.
If you love me why are you leaving?
Welcome to London! Can I give you the flu, make you ruin your relationship with your boyfriend and your father, and spend all your hard-earned money for you today?
I need 87 files pulled by 4:00. If you can't find any one of them, look through 600,000 unfiled documents for the single unmarked page that I need or I'll have you fired.
*You have new mail.*
...A file clerk for about 50 underwriters, all of whom think they're the only one I help.
What are you waiting for? Get going!
I'm waiting for a few MORE underwriters to tell me what to do before I climb in the bell tower.
So you're going to leave your job if you hate it so much, right?
Mom, I don't hate it that much, and besides there aren't that many--
And what do you need a job for? I thought you were going to be this great writer, right? Why can't you get any agents to give you a second look?
I'm trying as hard as I can, Mom, it's just really hard to--
Are you smoking? Did I just hear you smoking? Why can't you just quit? I did it when I got pregnant with you, and it was easy. But it seems like my effort to make you a smart girl was wasted.
Would I have anything to say that would make her stop, even if she DIDN'T keep interrupting me?
This woman is far more annoying than a mere cartoon can express.
So no more temps, huh? I guess that project wasn't so good. My daughter's doing a project right now that's not going so well. And I see you're working 8 to 5 again, huh? Why'd you switch back?
>working< My bosses asked me to.
And yes, she will stand and talk and ask you stupid questions for hours if you let her.
I like working in the early morning, but you seemed to really like the afternoon. How come those temps left? Do you like this shift better or what? My dog likes the early morning a lot better.
>working< I like the afternoon.
And no, I don't have the guts to tell her to go the fuck away.
...And so that was how my third son got conceived. I guess that was a pretty terrible thing, huh? Do you have any children? I like dogs better. Say, what are you working so hard at anyway?
You should be ashamed of yourself. Even a vote for the country's biggest cipher is still a vote against Bush.
But I was following Gandhi's passive resistance model.
Don't pawn your inaction off on Gandhi. You were just too wishy-washy to come down on one side or the other.
Uh...an abstention has as much merit as a raised voice!
You're not even fooling yourself, Sad Girl. But I have been unused in this country for so long that this exertion has made me close to death...I will say...no...more...VIVA CANADA! *choke*
I just wanted to let you know that it's 100% OK that you didn't come to see me this year. I mean, it's not like Thanksgiving ever meant anything in our family, right? And it's not like I'm alone.
You told me you didn't want me to come.
And hell, it's not like Thanksgiving is a family holiday anyway. And not like I gave birth to you. So I hear you're going to Angry Man's parents' house. Do you owe THEM as much as you owe ME?
OH MY GOD MY DAUGHTER'S DEAD?? OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD
No, Dr. Sad Girl, she's not dead, she's faking the whole thing to get her book published.
...
I'm gonna fucking kill her. Why didn't she tell me anything about this? Why didn't she ask my opinion? That girl, she just can't listen to good advice...
I'll have to call you back. There are other homicidal impulses in this house right now that I need to take care of.
I just had the weirdest dream about getting published.
It didn't involve faking your own death, did it? Because that's really a desperate move to make just to see your name in print, and it'd also never work.
Actually, it did work.
Well, whatever it takes to make you happy, I'll help you with it...
Don't you feel like you could be doing better at finding work that's meaningful and mentally challenging?
I feel like I've tried as hard as I can.
What about all those Saturdays you just stayed in bed? Or evenings when you screwed around online for hours and hours, instead of calling places back and putting in more resumes?
Look, that's sort of irrelevant...that time is gone, now, and I'm looking at the future.
Does looking at the future include an hour on Stripcreator?