Good day: Eat lunch without interruption, get coffee, run some good, legitimate calls. You know, help some people who truly need help.
“I can’t believe we actually get paid to do this. This is pretty cool.”
Bad day: No food the whole day, get up 5 times after midnight, run dumbshit vomitings, anxiety attacks, psych holds, drunks, drug rehab don’t-feel-goods, insuritis neck pain. You know, babysit some dipshit whiners who need nothing but a slap upside the head.
“I can’t believe we get paid to actually do this. This is fucking bullshit.”