tiger fire

Please fire me. I work at an coffee shop near an Ivy League campus and these spoiled, rich students are generally terrible customers. And one time, a parent of one of these kids came in, and was digging around for the change for her coffee. When she realized she didn’t have it, she reached her slimy old hand into my tip jar and pulled out the change she needed!

Please fire me. I’m a paediatric surgical assistant who had to repeatedly explain to a famous footballer that his child is going to have to wait for me to stitch up her finger. It is the middle of the night, there is nobody else available and I need to oversee a critically ill child going into surgery in order to stop them dying. The footballer in question then demanded to see my superior and my superior’s superior, all the while demanding “Do you know who I am?!” Yes sir, you’re a nasty man with an inflated ego whose kid has a boo-boo.