TRANSCRIPT
[Dmitri is sitting at his office desk weeping with his right hand over his face and his left hand messing around with a pen. He is wearing a shirt and tie. He looks defeated.]
DMITRI AS NARRATOR: The bar manager wrote me up again. Due to the stress at work, I fucked up on one of my reports. One more write up, and I'm fired. I wish I had my old job back...
DMITRI: This used to be fun, right?
Written by
Vas