Let it slide

Wait a moment, why should you care about some third-rate hiney-hustler gonking your job? You hate the horrid working hours and dull coworkers! Good riddance. You hope all the best for this 'Christie Adder' or whoever-it-was, and also for your Director and the rest of the film crew to burn in Hell.

You didn't schedule any photoshoots for this week due to the film, so you guess you have a summer break? Great! Time to head for a bar somewhere and sit around all day with hardly anyone daring to speak with you.

And so you find yourself twelve hours later, sitting at a stylin' beach bar. This would be less depressing if you hadn't been here for three hours by now.

Just before you're ready to go home to pass out, somebody approaches.