Had the termination paymade up in her hand and said she would forward my things as soon as shebloody well saw fit, BITCH." Come on Phil she can't be t...at bad?" "How the hell would you know, you should see the stuck up, tight arsegroup of females she has assembled to take over the programming. Keep tothem selves and only talk to you to issue a command or convey somemenial message from the Queen BITCH. It seems she was thoroughly pleasedwith your work though. I overheard her talking to the elite. It was also time, as several of my friends-cum-coworkers had been pointing out to me lately, for me to "get back out there" socially. They'd been terribly sympathetic when I finally acknowledged that Susan had gone out of my life. I gave them no details, of course—what was I going to say?—but they realized that it hadn't been my decision. They were really sorry for me—for a while.The "while" had long since been over with, though, and I was getting pushed to "put it behind me" and "get on with. At first I wasn't concerned, but then I began to realize that I couldn't pull my feet out because the suction was so great. I also discovered I was continuing to sink into the slime.I looked around for something to grasp onto, but there was nothing within reach. I was now up to my knees and I could not move either foot. I called out for Troy, but remembered I was on the other side of a ridge and I doubted he could hear me.My mind raced to a story I had read about in an outdoor magazine. A man. For those of you who did not read that story, I'll give you a short synopsis. I work too damn hard and too damn many hours on my job. My home life sucks because I'm too damn tired from the job to give my wife the attention I want to give and get too many honey do lists finished.The stress was getting to me so I decided to treat myself to some happy hour drinks. The problem is I tend to go overboard with everything I do and after a few weeks of drinking my wife, she warned me that if I didn't.