alaspooryorick

When my restaurant went belly up, we moved the security system to my home to finish out the contract. Well, 10 months ago, they decided to raise the rate by .90. Well, I can damn well afford .90 a month, but my contract says that I'll pay 29.95 a month, so I've gotta fight it on principle. I called them at the time, and they reversed that .90 charge. Ever since, though, they've charged me 30.85 a month, and I've paid them 29.95. I called the fuckers once; if they can't pull their heads out of their asses long enough to fix it, fuck 'em.

How the fuck do people manage to be so incompetent? Not just in this instance; I mean the fuckers who put onions on or left the cheese off my goddamned burger; the fuckers who built my house with the magical flying shingles; the fuckers who have shot the budget deficit through the fucking stratosphere.

I'm lame. I'm up front about it. I spend an embarrassing part of my workday browsing the web and playing minesweeper. And that's *after* getting in there at 11 am. But... But... the work I do get done is never EVER half-assed, even if I have to send an email to my boss saying "dude, I have no idea what I'm doing" (which I actually did).