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02:34 pm: Grr...
Recycling center didn't take plastic bags... I guess I can take them back to Jewel?  Something about food scraps or whatever.  It seems to me that if something is being put into something called an incinerator, organic waste would be a non-issue... Okay, whatever. 

01:45 pm: Lazy day
 Woke up.  

Groceries were on the doorstep.  Always nice.  Ate a banana, worked out, took a shower, and fixed a stool.  Going to scout out where the nearby recycling center is, and use the boxes the groceries came in as bins for recycling.  Being environmentally conscious might be a good thing, I think.

12:12 pm: On a lighter note...
My last entry was me being a whiny and depressed little bitch.  This entry is intended to make my latest entry not be me being a whiny and depressed little bitch.

Not that anyone actually reads this, since I can count my LJ friends on one hand and I don't even come here but once in a blue moon.  When I do click on this bookmark, I'd just prefer to not see myself 17 weeks ago being a whiny and depressed little bitch.

Have a sunshiny day.

09:22 am: Life is Shit
At work, I'm strung along with endless extensions to my freelance contract with no hope of benefits or increased pay while I see people who joined the company after me and do less work than me get put on staff.

At home, I'm largely ignored.

This is not a jolly season this year.

05:33 pm: I Hate WaMu
Before I get started here, let me be absolutely clear that it's not just WaMu, but pretty much all financial institutions that I despise.  I understand that screwing their customers over is how they make their money, but in what world is a $34 overdraft fee for a $10 overdraft actually proportional?  Furthermore, when you have the money back in the account before the fee is even assessed, how is that even legitimate?

The best part is talking to the people.  The service reps are fine, but when even the manager is telling you that they can't remove the fee because there was no "bank error," that's when you realize that, despite the organic tissue, you're still talking to a fucking machine.

Maybe it's my own clouded naive view that we should treat each other like human beings, but to some of us, a $34 fee is actually significant, and it hurts us.  The irony is that the ones who are hurt by it are usually the ones that get stuck with it, since happy rich boy on his mountain up there doesn't have to live paycheck to paycheck, so he doesn't have to worry about shit like this.

Sometimes, I just really hate the world.

07:45 pm: First Post: I win.
Okay, I suppose I could go ahead and start actually posting things on here.  This goes out to the charming fellow I met on the way to work last night.

I could tell by the time you were five feet away that something was up. You had that look on your face. I warrant it, I suppose. I mean, I'm not a big dude. 5'6" and less than 140lbs, you'd think I'd be a pretty easy mark.

Why then, when you jumped me, dragged me to the ground, and started beating the shit out of me, was it impossible for you to get even one item off of me, much less something of value?

I was ripe for the picking. I had a Sony Ericson phone with the headphones attached. Granted, I only had five bucks in my wallet, and you wouldn't have gotten much off of my cancelled credit cards, but my bag; Wow! You didn't know it, but there was a sweet ass Macbook laptop in there that you would have just loved. It's not even mine. It was issued to me by the company I work for. Not only would you have stolen a pricey piece of machinery; you would have screwed me over at my job too.

Sadly, despite your four buddies keeping me on the ground, kicking me in the ribs, you were unable to acquire any of these things. Four of you, all bigger than I am, kicking with what I would hope was a genuine effort (else why waste your time and mine), and you couldn't even get the bag that was loosely slung over my shoulder. Furthermore, all of those kicks? You'd think you would have managed to at least break a rib, or, failing that, create a bruise. Christ, boy, were you even trying?

I'll give you this. I really liked that shirt, and you did a good job of ripping it to shreds. I had to go home and change it, even, so you inconvenienced me by about ten minutes. Good on you, but I've got to ask: How much of a pussy do you have to be to gang up on a short, skrawny geek and fail to even get anything off of him?

Ten minutes later, I was back on my way to work, where I make good money doing what I love, and you remain a pussy. Make that ten years, I'll be making crazy money doing what I love, and you'll probably be dead.

I think I win.

Tags: crime, first, life, mugged