This isn't the first time that my boss has yelled at me and it sure as hell won't be the last. Apparently, I have anger management issues. When a couple of white chicks came in and decided to make my life a personal hell, obviously, I poured their Cokes over their head.

"Is that what you want? Huh? Do you want me to fire you? Then you'll be back on the streets like the unwanted mutt you are!" My boss snaps, before slapping me across the face. Seething softly, I just stand in place. I can't do anything. Not unless I want another six months.

So, instead, I clench my fists and angrily start wiping the table.

"And that's two weeks of your paycheck, Reay. Two weeks for that little stunt!"