I'm Bad

How bad am I? Well... I'm so bad that I didn't even go to my last day of work at Osco. Why? Because I don't want to. Because I'm a lazy bum. Because the manager that I was supposed to work with all day long was picking on me yesterday and I don't feel like being at her mercy for 8 long hours. Because I'm bad.

Here was my argument with myself:
Myself: I should really go in... I mean... it's my last day!

Me: Nah. Stay at home! Read! Knit! Watch Buffy! Clip your toenails! Anything will be better than 8 hours at Osco.

Myself: But... but... that would be wrong!

Me: How they treated you for 4 years... that was wrong!

Myself: I suppose you're right... but still... (See... I'm a bad influence on Myself)

Me: Think about it. A whole long day all to yourself. You could do anything you want!

Myself: Well... well... I guess... maybe... but-

Me: No buts!

I: Oh just stay home for cripesake!

So it was decided and so I shall. And you know what? I don't feel bad at all. Nope. Not a bit.