I'm sitting here with an entire apple core in my mouth, gnawing it into a brown, disgusting, slobbery, mushy doggy toy pulp. I haven't done much of anything all day -- at least nothing you could quantify. No fucking mail today? I was expecting an official pink slip and a final paycheck stub. I need these things to apply for unemployment. The old boss hasn't even called me back. I suppose she finds canning someone over the phone professionally sufficient.
