Boss: “Hey, Dave. You know how this is the first nice evening we’ve had in a year?”
Me: “Yes…”
Boss: “And you know how you had plans to go out for pints with your good friend John that you haven’t seen an months?”
Me: “Yes…”
Boss: “Well how would you like to forget about those things, and instead spend your evening in work making barely above minimum wage while I sit in a beer garden and drink cider?”
Me: “No…no you can’t make me.”
Boss: “Come on Dave…we both know how this is going to end…”
Me: “No…no don’t say it….”
Boss: “Think about the money….whore.”
Me: *sobbing* “No! No I won’t!”
Boss: *Handing over cash* “Come on. Make your money whore.”
Me: *reaching for cash* “Oh god! Why are you doing this?!”
Boss: “Ah ah…I want to hear you say it.”
Me: “Haven’t I suffered enough?”
Boss: “Say it.”
Me: “I’m a whore.”
Boss: “What was that?”
Me: “I’M A WHORE! A FILTHY WHORE, OK!?”
Boss: “Enjoy work, whore.”
Me: *sobs of self loathing*
