Well, first off I have to hear that %#@&#! timer ring. Depending on when we started, I may have anywhere from 13 minutes to none left. I am forcing all of my negative energies on that timer. I'm tellin' ya', it's going to go and there'll be no asking. No contract. No nothing.

T says, "Well, it's time for me to let you go." He walks towards the door to get me the hell out of there. He may ask me a general question or something about work as we walk down the hall.

Today I left bawling. He doesn't care. He just doesn't %#@&#! care. The 50 minutes was up. I'm worth 50 minutes to him. And I'm not worth more than a hippo. So what does that make me?