Oh man, earlier today I had this one ungrateful son of a bitch who I bent over backwards to help for the better part of an hour. During that time, I got one piece of information wrong but when my coworker questioned me about it I corrected myself and apologized. Then this asshole gets mad and says I need to get my act together. Fuck you, buddy! I'm pretty sure that getting my act together would probably involve shooting you the bird from both hands and walking the fuck out to take my chances in the wild west of the job market.
Oh, a man can dream.