Liz: Yes, finally! Life is so much easier without one.
Peter: You had some bad luck breaking your arm.
Liz: Yes I had two lots of bad luck: breaking my arm and losing my job.
Peter: Wait a minute. You lost your job?
Liz: Yes, well not exactly. I quit.
Peter: Because of the lady you were working with.
Liz: Yep. I told the boss that I was doing my work, and most of hers.
Peter: And what did she say?
Liz: She told me that the woman denied it. What could I do? I hate confrontation, and I don't like complaining, but I couldn't take it any more.
Peter: That's too bad.
Liz: Well, never mind. I'll take some time off before looking for another job. My parents are going to visit soon, so I'll job hunt after they leave.