me: This job is just awful. And I can’t manage to meet my quota for the life of me.
mom:Quit. Then include it in your blog–another miserable day temping.
me: Okay. I should be more optimistic. But I hate harassing people on the phone.
mom: There really is no upside to it. It’s appropriate to be pessimistic. It’s not going to get better!
me: Wise words mom, wise words.
mom: Are you finished work? Are you drinking?
me: No, but maybe I should take some shots before going in tomorrow morning.
mom: That’s my girl!