Who do you say I am?

[nixonryli]

I've never walked off of a job before. Today was the final straw. I'm so tired of screwing around with this crap like its some sort of game. Like the devil is laughing at me. I feel like a fool. I called my mom because I needed the voice of reason: she agreed with me through and through. I cried. I told her I was sick of doing this. And, well, I am. Who knows if I'll be going back. Let's see if he calls tomorrow with everything straightened out.

[some say you are the carpenters son - some say you are the only one]