I was talking to a friend the other day about her job. On that particular day she hated it. How much did she hate it? Here is a little bit of our conversation (a little bit of paraphrasing going on):
Her: I hate my job. I need to get out.
Me: what do you want to do instead?
Her: Anything. Anything but prostitution. I’m too fat for that right now.
When the only thing holding you back from a career in prostitution is the ten extra pounds you’re carrying around, you know your job has to be bad.