Okay, so I'm NOT scared...

I've been told, oh so lovingly, to "grow a set." Nice. What I meant to say was not that I'm scared, but that I DON'T WANT TO work for this company anymore. I don't want to rebook people. I don't want to load a plane, make announcements, find people's bags, listen to their problems. Yea, yea, that's it. I just DON'T WANT TO. Okay? There's my set. Bite me.

I'm scared

No, not scared, really... I just don't want to!! I don't want to, I don't want to!!! Go to work, that is. And when I don't want to do something, I usually don't do it but I'm getting paid to so I must. Yes, readers, you are confused by this post but it makes perfect sense to me!! And probably to Jerry. I don't want to!!! Boo Radley Hoo!! Call the Whaaaaa-mbulance! Sob... hiccup!!