When everything goes fucking wrong.
When I’m typing from Notepad because a paying subscription to Office is bullshit, and I parked at a bakery that for some insane reason doesn’t have wifi and burns their coffee.
When the only reason I have to camp out and kill time is because somebody acting like a cunt has removed my and another’s agency in an ongoing situation.
After I’ve been told I can’t open an account with a new bank I would prefer to do business with over my old one; first, because of a legally lesser status to someone I no longer have anything to do with and second, because a mailing address I’ve used my entire life isn’t good enough even though I live in an apartment that doesn’t receive mail and which I don’t plan to be living in much longer anyway.
Then sucking it up to deposit check at current shitty bank, hoping they let me have some cash.
Because oh yeah, my place of work has been so hard up for funds that I’ve been the recipient of PAPER checks for over a year.
When I’ve spent all day on pointless, tedious, and soul draining tasks to zero goddamn avail for a class B company still puts me in constant danger by its very nature. (Not horrible: I did not fear my car would be totaled by an uninsured nimrod today.)
During which I received intentionally humorous but actually abhorrent facebook comments from my boss, poking at the festering sores caused by the poor arrangement I’ve been suffering with for too long.
When I don’t give a flying fuck for a 1/10 of the rat’s ass that make up the majority of my clients, and even less so for attempting base communication with more.
When the cumulative stress of the past two weeks of inner-office and client flakiness, passive aggression, moronic ineffectuality, and disregard for timely execution of materials that have to go through many channels before probably not meeting deadline.
After I’ve just realized that for the second time in my life, I can objectively define an organization as “nepitism plus me”.
When the financial support to my entire living situation is up in the air, hovering darkly dying, or dead and doesn’t know it yet.
When I’d fucking love to retain what little sanity I have left, but it’s got a half life of every hour I’m stuck…
Even this rant is late.
