the firing line

Okay, I've been questioned by a number of you as to why I was recently given the old heave ho from that seventh level of Hell I referred to as my job. I've answered everybody who's asked, but I'm growing a bit weary of typing out the same response over and over again. Therefore, I've decided to write out the whole thing here. And if anyone asks me in the future, they will be given a link to this entry.

Yes, I'm incredibly lazy. ;)

I'll start at the basic beginning of this ( mess. )