Getting fired sucks. Most of the time anyway. Sure sometimes it’s nice to sit on your ass and collect some government cash for a bit. I’d say right up til you finally get a date with a hot chick named Marci that you meet in dog training class and when asked what you do for a living on that first date, your response is a stuttering “er, well, right now. You want to know right now what I do? like at this instant or well ya know, like, what do I want to be doing?” (By the way i am sure that’s a run-on sentence but how the hell do I punctuate it?). Not that that’s ever happened to me. It did happen to a friend though.
Evidently Lucas feels the same sense of loss for SpongeBob as the firee himself. I only wish so did the waitress that witnessed my date with Marci. I mean, my friend’s date.