So I come in to work late one day and my dickhole boss is like "I tried calling your cell, but it picked up right away" (of course, dildo, I was on the train... you know, UNDERGROUND). So he goes on to tell me that one of our "major" clients (as in, slightly less crappy financial insitution that may or may not pay their bill) has been complaining about my attitude - that I seem "uninterested". What a ridiculous complaint! Good luck finding someone who IS "interested" in making an animated .gif of grind-dancing dollar bills! Don't bother firing me, Mr. Sagwitt - I quit 2 hours ago when I didn't come back from lunch.