If you take that attitude of yours out onto the floor they will break it off in your butt. If they do that and my production goes to pot I will have y...u out of here in a heartbeat and I don't care who your sugar daddy in the front office is. I don't give a shit about your sex or the color of your skin. All I care is that you get the job done. Are we clear on that?" You can't speak to me like that!" Oh yes I can lady. As long as this is my department and you work for me when I talk you will. " Since you left mom, you mean?" I accused, my voice shrill."I didn't call to have an argument honey?" Please don't daddy," I finally whispered. "God, I just can't take any more ... shit, why do you always try to make me feel bad?" I demanded as I felt my voice getting louder and shriller. Don't, I warned myself."Things going badly honey?" dad asked, his soft inquiring tone now full of concern."Shit, I can't paint daddy ... not even a bloody vase of flowers ... its fucking snowing here every. It was unusual because it was out in the sticks and they didn’t have any electricity laid on there back then. The only light in the place came from old oil lamps and candles. Hey, even the tills were those old fashioned things with the big buttons that had to be pushed all the way down and then they made a bell ring as the cash drawer opened. And there was none of your ice cold beer sold there either, just genuine English ale at cellar temperature. It takes a good publican to serve up true. I sent her an email to follow up on my frantic voicemails to get in touch with me. “Family emergency, a matter of life and death!”After 30 minutes of no reply, I requested her hotel send someone to her room. 10 minutes later my cell rang…“Hey sweetie, what’s the emergency?”“Check your email.”I hit send and forwarded the photo to her.“Oh my God!”“Don’t say another word! Pack your shit and get on a plane tonight!”“Sweetie I can’t…”“If you’re worried about losing your job don’t be. Just pack and.