Today I resigned from my job after over 1 month of agony. I have joined the ranks of 9.8% of America. I think it was the best thing to do, but when my additional month of pay runs out and I don't have another job lined up I think I will be really worried. My only consolation is that Doris Day was unemployed in "That Touch of Mink" and then she met Cary Grant. Maybe I will meet a Carey Grant too. Someone to splash me with their car, fly me via personal jet, wine and dine me, get me a temporary job, and then take me to the Bahamas where I will live out the rest of my life. Who knows, it might be possible, RIGHT?
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Can I come to the Bahamas and at least help you celebrate? I would pay my own way, of course.
I really like your label: taking my life back. Keep in reclaiming!
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