Um, ChriZ, don't you have an MC skin to work on? Hmmm?
Charlemagne--
FWIW, I've been fired from almost every job I've ever had. And the few where I left of my own volition I left such a lasting resevoir of ill will behind me that I almost wished I'd been fired, just so they'd soften up a bit towards me, out of pity.
But no matter how many times the axe comes down on me, I can't help but feel gratified. You see, when a guy like me gets canned, that's a sure sign that the system works.
I'm a Darwinian at heart, and an evolutionary outlier. Or at least that's the conclusion I've drawn from years of hard knocks at the hands of Society at large. Otherwise, how could I pick myself up from the pavement so many times?
Failing once or twice in life is a natural side-effect of striving for something worthwhile. But failing continually, consistently, like I have? That's a natural side-effect of a major disconnect.
So there. I go through life certain that I've go some secret, glorious purpose that the world hasn't figured out yet. As a matter of fact, I haven't either. But the old Diaphragm keep inflating and deflating, and the heart beats on. And as long as I've got breath in my lungs, I'm going to make excuses for my conduct.
Hope this helps.