The Nine-to-Fiver

"Jerry? Hi, it's Bob. Guess what, jerkoff? I played the lottery this weekend, and won. Take your job, and shove it up your ass!"
As he ended the call, Bob smiled at the winning ticket in his hand.
"My ship has finally come in!" He hooted through his cracked car window.
The first thing he wanted to do was buy a new car; his heart fluttering as he decided which dealership to go to.
"Bob!" Jerry's nasal voice ended his reverie. "If I find you asleep at your desk again, you're fired!"
Bob silently, sadly, wiped drool from his chin.