Blog day 128: The uniform isn't working at all with the girls and I'm so deep in debt, I can't even afford a $2 prostitute. Not that it matters, because I have a severe respiratory infection, probably from the mysterious black moldy substance growing on the ceiling of the "hotel" the company put us up in last night for our reduced-rest overnight. Calling in sick is not an option because I'm still on probation and will be fired immediately. My hopes of upgrade any time before mandatory retirement have once again been dashed because the price of oil has reached catastrophic levels, and it looks like there will be downgrades and furloughs in our company's future.
The good news is, I learned how to make a noose out of the escape rope on my second 4-hour airport sit today. Oh, sweet escape, indeed.