I woke up and looked at my alarm *11:00 a.m.* crap, I'm late again for work. I've unsuccessfully tried to get fired the last couple days. I hate my job, the people I work with, and just about everything that my company stands for. I got changed and headed over to my job. I took my time getting there, realizing that if I was already 4 hours late, an extra 10 minutes shouldn't really matter. By the time I got there, my boss was waiting for me at my desk. He said, " This is the 3rd day in a row that you've been late, you're fired." I flipped my desk over and replied "You can't fire me, I quit!" He stopped me right there, and said "Hold on just a second. That's the kind of passion I like to see out of my workers. You're rehired!" I replied "Are you serious?" To which he said, "No, I was just kidding, security is coming to escort you out right now." I stormed into the elevator and said that I'll walk myself out. Apparently, the security guards were already in the elevator, and thought that I was trying to attack them. So, they both tazed me. I was taken to the county jail, where I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was lying in a bed and it was morning. Whew, it was all a dream. "Good morning sunshine", said the person next to me. I looked up and it was my cellmate. Damn, I'm still in jail.