My dad gets home today at around 11 and I go out to say hi, and I ask him innocently, “Why are you home so early?” To which he replies, “I got fired.” Fired, fired? You’re kidding, right? Nope. Well, that’s just great. Thank God I finally got a job when I did, or the tension level in this house would be so much freaking higher right now. This is not good people, not good.