Doom!
Suddenly my job doesn't seem so bad. There's a guy outside of my office building waving a machete in one hand (gotta love those Seattleite no-see-ums) and holding a 'Slash your Mortgage" sign in the other, while wearing a cheap knock-off hockey mask. Unfortunately he's also wearing khakis and a golf shirt, making him MUCH scarier than Jason ever was. It's the uniform of the dupes, the blanks, the fucking PINKS that I hate sooooo bad I can taste it...in other news, I have to work Tuesday through Saturday at 6:00 am. I give up my time to train nurses, and am smashed in the groin for my trouble. 'Variable hours' my ass...