Getting Fired Sucks like a Flaming Ass Hole

" 6 months?" I say shoving my laptop in my pathetic cardboard box of shame.

" 6 months. 6 jobs. All expenses paid for." He says with a smile that I think is supposed to be reassuring.

" Fine." I say after a second of not needed contemplation.

" Adrian will help you with your stuff. He's going to ride back in the UHaul with you."

I look over at the tall, 6" 5'ish, guy with tattoos crawling over his arms and up his neck. Typical gangster.

" Adrian?" I say looking at him.

" Hola Blanca." He says deeply.

" Great."