Sorry, my upvote ain't worth a penny.
But, yeah, just up and quitting my job would be fatal.
Even though is the case that I have to go cater to these ungrateful little turds, whose Daddy gifted them upon graduating high school with a car that is worth more than my house appraisal, (and whose mom, I know for a fact is like..." Oh thank you, Jesus! Johnny is finally getting out of my house!")
And if any of these kids cross me today, they're gonna find me at their table, having a "sit your ass down, and listen!" conversation. (Grabs a to go bowl of cereal, and scatters).
Cuz, I'm just tired of being "Mr. Nice Guy".
It's time (overdue) for real talk!