I seem to end up thinking "yo, don't like the job? Why are you sitting there then?" After that I think "well, maybe they're stuck." And then I think, "last time I was stuck, I got unstuck all by myself."
It's a matter of resolve. It's a matter of fucking standing up for yourself. It's the difference between being a self-defined person versus being Gil from the Simpsons.
Luck favors the prepared, darling.