I’ve always wanted to get a crappy job, just to get fired on the first day. Wouldn’t that be fun?! My free time, and some mindless knitting time, has been used to concoct
diabolical humorous ways to get sacked, probably, within a few hours from clocking in on day one.
Take a those women’s “fashion boutique” mall jobs for example. Oh, the havoc to be wrecked. I can imagine my self with my very first customer…
“Do you have this in my size?”
“Of course! We can just sew two of them together!”
Then there is always having the opportunity to say exactly what you’re thinking to the rude and/or pissy customers that come your way. I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I can give a mean tongue lashing. Just think of the possibilities, “Why of course I understand why you’re upset, ma’am, it’s that time of the month. A full moon always irritates post-op tranny werewolves such as yourself.” (Cock head to side and insert big grin here).