Awww tr33. I'm sorry to hear this.

JUST HAD A MEETING. IN IT, WE DISCUSSED DELINQUENT CREDIT ACCOUNTS NOT WITH REGARD TO GIVING SOUND FINANCIAL ADVICE TO ACCOUNT-HOLDERS WHO ARE DELINQUENT, BUT WITH REGARD TO KEEPING THEM IN THE SIX- TO TWELVE-MONTH HIGH-FEE, LOW RISK DELINQUENCY BAND IN ORDER TO MAKE THE MOST MONEY FOR THE BANK.

THERE MUST COME A POINT IN CERTAIN MEDICAL CAREERS AT WHICH THE DOCTOR REALIZES THEY AREN'T THERE TO MAKE SICK FOLKS WELL, BUT TO MAKE MONEY BY PRESCRIBING EXPENSIVE DRUGS, NO MATTER WHAT THE COST TO THE PATIENT; AS LONG AS THE PATIENT SURVIVES, IT'S IN THE DOCTOR'S AND PHARMACIST'S BEST INTEREST TO KEEP THEM SICK.

WELL, THAT'S WHAT OUR MEETING WAS ABOUT, ONLY BANKING. MADE ME WANT TO EAT LIBRARY PASTE. I'M SORRY, EVERYONE; I'M SORRY, SELF. I KNEW THIS WAS THE CASE ALL ALONG, BUT UNTIL NOW I'D NEVER HEARD IT STRAIGHT OUT (FOOLED MYSELF INTO THINKING I MIGHT BE INSULATED FROM IT OR MAKE A DIFFERENCE SOMEHOW). I HOPE WE HAVE A WORLDWIDE DEPRESSION SOON, MAYBE SOME OF THE DECISION-MAKERS HERE WILL TAKE THE WINDOW ROUTE TO STREET LEVEL. OF ALL THE STUPID RANDOM DECISIONS I COULD MAKE, WHY DID I BECOME A BANKER?

AT LEAST NOW I CAN FEEL GOOD ABOUT NOT GIVING A SHIT WHAT HAPPENS HERE. YEAH, NOT SO GOOD.

SUNDAY NIGHT SLEEPS ARE THE WORST, AND I HAD TO GET UP EARLY THIS MORNING SO ONLY GOT ABOUT 3 HOURS SLEEP. THEN MY LUNCH WASN'T CLOSED PROPERLY AND DRIPPED OIL AND VINEGAR ALL OVER MY BOOK WHILE I WAS WALKING TO THE SUBWAY. THEN THE LAB TECH IS BEING VERY ANNOYING AND ASKING FOR HELP WHICH I CAN'T PROVIDE AND WHY CAN'T HE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE? I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO ANYONE.

I HAVE THE CHOICE OF EATING MY LUNCH EARLY, WHICH MEANS THAT I WILL BE SHARING THE LUNCH ROOM WITH CHATTY-GUY, AND WON'T BE ABLE TO READ MY BOOK, BECAUSE I'M TOO POLITE TO IGNORE HIM, OR EATING LATE, WHICH MEANS THAT I WILL BE SHARING THE ROOM WITH LOUD-CHEWING GUY WHO ALSO SUCKS HIS GUMS AND TEETH OR SOMETHING, I DON'T KNOW WHAT, AND THEN ALSO FLOSSES HIS TEETH THE IN LUNCHROOM I SWEAR IT'S DISGUSTING.

I THINK I'LL GO WITH CHATTY GUY TODAY.

I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN 24 HOURS, I WENT INTO WORK AROUND 6, DID SOME WORK, LEFT THREE HOURS LATER. MY MOTHER (WHO WORKS AT THE RECTORY AS A SECRETARY) TEXTS ME AN HOUR AGO TO INFORM ME THAT MY COWORKER IS APPARENTLY PISSED OFF THAT I'M ALWAYS "LATE" (I DON'T HAVE A SCHEDULED TIME TO SHOW UP, MOTHERFUCKER), AND SAYS IT'S OBVIOUS THAT I DON'T WANT TO WORK THERE, AND THAT I DIDN'T FINISH MY WORK ON FRIDAY OR TODAY, AND BLAH FUCKING BLAH, AND EITHER HE OR MY MOTHER IS SUGGESTING THAT I SHOULD BE FIRED FOR THIS, IT'S NOT CLEAR IN THE MESSAGE. THIS IS THE SECOND TIME HE'S BITCHED TO MY MOTHER INSTEAD OF CONFRONTING ME ABOUT ANY COMPLAINTS HE HAS WITH ME.

HEY GUESS WHAT, ASS HOLE? SHE'S MY MOM, YEAH, AND YEAH SHE WORKS THERE. THE CONNECTION ENDS THERE. YOU HAVE A PROBLEM, GROW A PAIR AND TELL ME, OR IF NOT THAT TELL OUR BOSS BUT DON'T BITCH TO MY MOTHER ABOUT ME AND PULL HER INTO IT. I LEFT HIM A VOICEMAIL SAYING THIS IN POLITE, CIVIL TERMS.

ON THE PLUS SIDE I CALLED MY BOSS AND HE LAUGHED SAYS NOT TO WORRY ABOUT IT, I'M NOT GETTING FIRED, HE HASN'T HEARD A COMPLAINT FROM MY COWORKER (JUST MY MOM) ABOUT THE TIMES I SHOW UP, AND HE DOESN'T THINK IT'S A PROBLEM. HE TOLD ME TO JUST WORK IT OUT WITH MY COWORKER.

HE'S A NICE GUY, REALLY, BUT FOR FUCKS SAKE, GROW A SPINE AND QUIT IT WITH THE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE ACTS, YOU'RE TWICE MY AGE.

DEAR SF MUNI RIDERS: WHILE I ACTUALLY DO FEEL THAT HOMELESS PEOPLE WHO PAY THEIR BUCK FIFTY TO USE THE BUS AS A PLACE TO SLEEP ARE FINE, IN THAT I WOULDN'T WANT TO SLEEP ON THE STREET EITHER, COULD YOU AT LEAST TRY TO BE GOOD CITIZENS AND OPEN THE FUCKING WINDOWS SO THAT THE ENTIRE BUS DOES NOT SMELL LIKE BO AND DIRTY WOOL AND GREASY HAIR WHEN I GET ON IN THE MORNING? I KNOW YOU THINK IT MAKES YOU LOOK RUDE OR PRO-ACTIVE OR SOMETHING TO STAND UP AND OPEN A WINDOW, BUT IT REALLY DOESN'T TAKE MORE THAN FIVE SECONDS AND THE HOMELESS DUDE IS ASLEEP AND SO UNLIKELY TO GET OFFENDED.

ALSO, DEAR RIDERS, IF YOU COULD MAYBE THINK ABOUT BRUSHING YOUR TEETH IN THE MORNING BEFORE SITTING DOWN NEXT TO ME (EVEN THOUGH THERE WERE MANY OTHER EMPTY SEATS), ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE THEN GOING TO PROCEED TO BREATHE THROUGH YOUR MOUTH, I'D APPRECIATE IT.

AND, DEAR DRIVER, I KNOW THAT YOU WANT TO KEEP THIS OLFACTORY SYMPHONY GOING FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE, BUT I'M FAIRLY SURE THE BUS *DOES* GO MORE THAN 10 MILES PER HOUR, AND THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO STOP AT GREEN LIGHTS AND WAIT FOR THEM TO TURN RED SO THAT YOU CAN THEN WAIT FOR THEM TO TURN GREEN AGAIN. NOR DO YOU HAVE TO STOP AT BUS STOPS AT WHICH NO ONE IS WAITING AND FOR WHICH NO ONE ON THE BUS REQUESTED A STOP, AND YOU *CERTAINLY* DON'T HAVE TO PARK AT THESE PHANTOM STOPS FOR SEVERAL MINUTES ON THE OFF CHANCE THAT SOMEONE WILL CHANGE THEIR MIND AND DECIDE TO GET OFF AND TAKE A WALKING TOUR OF THE TENDERLOIN.

THANK YOU.

I'M TIRED AND HUNGRY AND NEED MORE MONEEEEEEEY!

I'M ALSO MILDLY HUNGOVER WHICH IS OF COURSE MY OWN STUPID FAULT YET I GET MAD AT MYSELF ABOUT IT ANYWAY AND I'M SLEEPY AND DIZZY AND MY CHEST HURTS FROM SMOKING TOO MUCH, ICK, ARGH, I HAVE TO QUIT THIS SELF DESTRUCTIVE YET FUN BEHAVIOR. AND I'M HAVING LUNCH WITH MY MOM WHICH IS NICE EXCEPT I HAVE TO WALK TO THE RESTAURANT AND IT'S REALLY REALLY HOT AND AIRLESS TODAY AND ALSO MY PANTS KEEP FALLING OFF BECAUSE I COULDN'T FIND MY BELT THIS MORNING: I AM PRETTY SURE MY SON, WHO CAN NEVER FIND A BELT BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL AT THE BOTTOM OF HIS CLOSET UNDERNEATH A METRIC TONNE OF FILTHY LAUNDRY, NABBED IT. NOW I HAVE TO WALK AROUND DOWNTOWN HOLDING UP MY PANTS. ARGH. ALSO, HALF THE PEOPLE HERE TODAY ARE SICK AND A KID THREW UP THIS MORNING, HELP, I DON'T WANT TO GET SICK!

Hugh, that sucks. I'm sorry; it's always so dismaying to encounter that mentality.

(((TR33))))and ((((HUGH)))) IT IS HOT AS HOLY FUCKING GODAWFUL HELL HERE. SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE 100'S SEVERAL DAYS THIS WEEK AND MAKES US WANT TO SELL ALL OUR SHIT AND MOVE TO THE MOUNTAINS. OR SLOVAKIA.

GOOD SHOUTING: I FINALLY GOT THE CALL FROM A DESIGN COLLEAGUE WHO WANTS TO COLLABORATE ON SOME INTERIOR WORK (ASIAN STYLE) AND WE'RE SHARING SPACE WITH A CONCRETE COUNTERTOP AND CUSTOM ACCESSORY FABRICATOR!!!! I'M TERRIBLY EXCITED AT NEW OPPORTUNITIES FOR MANGLE-AGE!

I STARTED STUDYING LATVIAN THIS WEEKEND AS I'M MOVING TO RIGA AT THE END OF AUGUST AND WHILE I'M OK WITH BASIC PHRASES, THE GRAMMAR SEEMS LIKE IT WOULD TAKE ME YEARS AND YEARS TO LEARN, SO I'M WORRIED THAT I'LL END UP SOCIALLY GHETTOIZED THERE, WITH ONLY ANGLOPHONES AS FRIENDS, WHICH SUCKS. I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO GOING TO CHEAP BALLET AND OPERA, THOUGH, EVEN IF I HAVE TO GO ALONE!

ON SATURDAY NIGHT, AFTER HAVING A FUN TIME OUT WITH MY FRIENDS, ONE OF THEM, WHO'S GOT A WHOLE BUNCH OF ADDICTION AND ANGER ISSUES, GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH THIS RANDOM GIRL AFTER HE APPARENTLY HURLED SOME IDIOTIC DRUNKEN MISOGYNY, AND INSTEAD OF JUST APOLOGIZING WHEN SHE STARTED FREAKING OUT AND SCREAMING AT HIM, HE RAN OFF TOWARDS US, SO SCREAMING GIRL CAME OVER TO OUR LITTLE KLATCH OF UNAWARE LATE-NIGHT DRIVE-THRUERS WITH HER HUGE, SCARY FRIENDS, SCREAMED THAT SHE DIDN'T SEE ANY COPS TO THE MEMBERS OF HER GROUP TRYING TO HOLD HER BACK FROM CLAWING OUT MY FRIEND'S VOCAL CORDS WITH HER NAILS, AND SMACKED MY DOPEY FRIEND IN THE FACE, HARD, THOUGH SHE DIDN'T DRAW ANY BLOOD. AFTER WE HIGH-TAILED IT OUTTA THERE, THE SMACKEE CONTINUED TO DENY THAT HE'D DONE OR SAID ANYTHING TO THE SMACKER - APPARENTLY ALCOHOL DOES MORE THAN DULL ONE'S JUDGMENT; HONESTY WITH THE PEOPLE WHO TRIED TO HELP YOU GET HOME ALIVE ALSO GOES OUT THE WINDOW. AND THOUGH THE GUY'S KIND OF A HASSLE TO DEAL WITH AND SEEMS TO BE MORE TROUBLE THAN HE'S WORTH, HE'S A PERENNIAL FAVORITE AT NIGHTS OUT EVEN THOUGH WE'RE CLEARLY NOT HELPING HIM BEAT THE ISSUES THAT HAVE GOTTEN HIM IN TROUBLE BEFORE.

AND IN A HUGE KERFUFFLE LAST NIGHT WITH MY MOM AND BROTHER, I DISCOVERED THAT MY 17-YEAR-OLD BROTHER THINKS THAT APPLYING TO COLLEGE IS NOT WORTH HIS TIME OR HIS ENERGY, SO HE'S PROPOSING LIVING WITH OUR DAD AND GOING TO THE LOCAL COMMUNITY COLLEGE, WHICH WOULD BE FINE, EXCEPT THAT A) IT WOULD TAKE WAY MORE THAN TWO YEARS FOR HIM TO DO THIS AS HE'D NEED TO WORK PART TIME TO PAY FOR A CAR, GAS, AND INSURANCE IF HE'S COMMUTING LOCALLY AS MY DAD WANTS TO TEACH HIM A "LESSON ABOUT RESPONSIBILITY" (AS, OF COURSE, BEING A FULL-TIME STUDENT ISN'T RESPONSIBLE ENOUGH IN THE EYES OF THE OUTRIGHT ANTI-INTELLECTUAL, ANTI-CHANGE MEMBERS OF THE FAMILY), AND B) MY BROTHER DOESN'T REALLY KNOW WHAT HE WANTS TO DO (AGAIN, MY BEEF ISN'T WITH THIS) AND I'M WORRIED THAT HE'D GET BOGGED DOWN TAKING "REQUIRED TO TRANSFER" CLASSES AT THE CC INSTEAD OF GOING STRAIGHT TO A FOUR-YEAR SCHOOL AND HAVING MORE CHOICES LIKE STUDYING ABROAD, WHICH I KNOW HE WANTS TO DO. NEITHER OF MY PARENTS WENT TO LIVE-IN, FULL-TIME COLLEGE, AND THEY NEVER GRADUATED, BUT SOMEHOW EVEN THOUGH I JUST WENT THROUGH THE WHOLE PROCESS FROM START TO FINISH, NO ONE LISTENS TO MY ADVICE (PERHAPS BECAUSE I'M SHOUTING).

OUR GROUP AT WORK IS NOW IN A NEW SHARED SPACE. WE HAVE A BIG WINDOW, WHICH IS NICE, BUT NO ROOM TO STRETCH OUT AND ABSOLUTELY ZERO PRIVACY. FOUR OF US ARE IN A SPACE BARELY BIGGER THAN ONE OF OUR FORMER INDIVIDUAL CUBES.

LUCKILY, WE ALL REALLY LIKE EACH OTHER. BUT STILL.

I'VE TAKEN TO ACTUALLY PERCHING ON MY DESK, LAPTOP ON MY LAP. THERE'S MORE FLOOR SPACE THAT WAY!

FLOSSING YOUR TEETH AT THE TABLE IS COMPLETELY FUCKING REVOLTING! SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE A TALK WITH THAT GENTLEMAN.

RIPPING PEOPLE OFF IS EVIL. HUGH, I DO NOT SHARE YOUR HOPE THAT YOUR BOSSES WILL END IT BY THE WINDOW ROUTE. I HOPE THAT WHATEVER RIDS US OF THEM IS SLOW AND PAINFUL.

LEARNING OBSCURE LANGUAGES -- HELL, LEARNING OBSCURE ANYTHING -- RAWKS! MDONLEY, GIVE YOURSELF A HUGE AMOUNT OF CREDIT FOR UNDERTAKING THAT COURSE OF STUDY.

I HAVE A COLD. COLDS ARE FUCKING ANNOYING.

I NEED A FUCKING RAISE TOO.

I AM SAD.