Testicular Fortitude.

"Never let them punk you." - Hancock


Well, I don't think I'll be getting that job. Cursed out the interviewer who gave me shit yesterday at the second part of the process this morning. I'm not kissing anyone's ass for $8.50 an hour. His office smelt like a barbecue afterwards because I roasted his snarky ass. See, besides all of his other snide comments in broken english, he made the mistake of looking his nose down on my GED for the second time since meeting him yesterday.

Truth be told, though, I didn't give a shit about the job anymore by this morning since I've already been called to three other places. That's probably why I didn't mind being nonchalant with that sarcastic asshole this morning.

"Haha! I see you have only your GED?"

'Hold on, sir. Just quit it right there. Now this is the second time I've heard you bring that up and I don't like the tone of your voice.'

"What do you mean?"

'The implications you're making is what the fuck I'm talking about. Don't sit there acting like I'm a slacker. I don't think I would've made the effort to look for an alternative in that case, would I?'

[Awkward Silence]

And to end the conversation:

"Okay, my friend, [nervously laughs] but why you not continue High School instead?"

'The same reason you're not a millionaire: It just didn't work out that way.'

Grabbed my folder, put it in my bag, and I was on my way. When I express to you how far that man's jaw dropped.... it was a beautiful sight.