[Useless]

There was a point in my life that I was horrible job hopper. If even a little stressed or if I disliked who I was working for, quiting meant nothing. In my last couple of jobs, I said fuck it. I'm going to just go to work and perform at my pace and behave how I wish. I decided I'd be better off letting them fire me. I ended up leaving one for better money and the last one loved me. If it wasn't for their move to Mexico, they probably would have never of fired me. Damn them.