There Will Be Blood... In My Mouth

So I arrive at work and toast myself one of the gourmet bagels they had left out for the employees, and sat down for a day of cold calling. While setting up my system I bit down into the bagel, and lost the majority of my back left molar. Long story short I've spent the majority of the day drinking my own blood, and trying not to vomit. But God is merciful.

It seems my predictions may come true. I was hearing conversations all day about how the higher ups weren't happy with the number, and at 4 they told us we'd be going home early. They even told the guy who sits behind me that he didn't need to come in tomorrow. So I think tomorrow will be my last day... again. No skin off my bum.

This was what played instead of a dial tone when I called some woman today.