- I’m talking about this thing you have, this inability to improve your station in life.
- Fuck you!
- It’s true, man. You sit there and blame life for dealin’ you a cruddy hand, never once accepting responsibility for the way your situation is.
- What responsibility?
- All right, if you hate this job and the people… and the fact that you have to come in on your day off, why don’t you quit?
- Like it’s that easy.
- It is. You just up and quit. There’s other jobs. They pay better money. You’re bound to be qualified for at least one of ‘em. So what’s stoppin’ you?
- Leave me alone.
- Oh, you’re comfortable, right? This is a life of convenience for you, and any attempt to change it… would shatter the pathetic microcosm you’ve fashioned for yourself.