Oh, Momentum, we don't have to discuss that job crap. I'd pull up on the job parking lot, get out of my car, put feet back in car and drive the hell back home. I'd be: Not today!! Temporarily saved myself from high blood pressure, stress and the urge to kill for 24 hours. There are no words to describe working with white men and women for 8 hours. They bring all their prejudices right along with them to the job. Give ya fuckin' migraines.