bureaucratic fuck-pigs
why is it that things so often seem to go out of their way to be DIFFICULT?????
a few months ago, i lost my wallet... over a hundred bucks and various documents were contained therein. screw the money... i lost my ss card, birth certificate, passport, voter's registration card, and state id.
i have learned one every important lesson from this: DO NOT CARRY ALL THAT SHIT IN ONE PLACE!!!!
now, i can't get a ss card because i have no id. i can't get and id because i have no ss card. i can't get anything! it's going to take me three to four weeks to get a "photo card" from harrisburg after filling out a form that my computer is presently refusing to download so i can print it out and send to harrisburg, they will send the form that i must then take to the state building with my (so far) nonexistant ss card and my (thankfully recovered) birth certificate... just so i can get a photo id.
this is insanity and bullshit. i hate dealing with bureacracies. scumbag pieces of poop. i hope they all die and burn in hell like the errand-boys to the fascistic capitalist fuck pigs that they are.
and now that my mood has been sucessfully soured, i have decided to put of yet another important thing. the semi-annual blood test! whee! what fun. but, truth be told, i feel as though my temper has deteriorated to the point that the needles will spin me out. don't want that. i have to work a 10 hour shift tonight. i don't want to even look at something that might further fuck with my mood and general mentality.
i just get so frustrated when having to deal with crap like this. it's so stupid, but so necessary. the things that make it the worst is the fact that mondays are the only day i can "take care of business"... i work every other business day; i CAN'T SAVE MONEY without a bank account!!!!... and... i am 23 years old, work 60-some hours a week, and i cannot buy a bottle of vodka, a six pack of beer, or even a pack of cigarettes without there being a potential for drama and store clerks/bartenders getting punched in the face... and for me going to jail on aggravated assault charges. the store clerks moreso than the bartenders. i don't even try buying beer anymore. but the clerks??? gah!!!! do i look 17??? and, even if i do... do they think my parents let me (at the age of 17 and under) get all these tattoos that cover so much of my body??? a little bit of common-freakin'-sense, you bloody shitting wankers!
no. they're just being assholes. i can tell because of the stupid piss-eating look they get on their faces when they say "no". they may as well just say "no, you freak. haha! i got to piss in your soup today, huh, weirdo?"
gods. this is frustrating.
come to think of it, i need a cigarette now, and have none. oh, and, if you're laughing as you read this, i suppose it's okay. people laugh at me in real life for some strange reason when i'm pissed, too. the difference now is that i can't get to anyone that thinks this is funny right now, so it's relatively safe... i'd just not tell me for the next 4 weeks or so...
~dissonance
a few months ago, i lost my wallet... over a hundred bucks and various documents were contained therein. screw the money... i lost my ss card, birth certificate, passport, voter's registration card, and state id.
i have learned one every important lesson from this: DO NOT CARRY ALL THAT SHIT IN ONE PLACE!!!!
now, i can't get a ss card because i have no id. i can't get and id because i have no ss card. i can't get anything! it's going to take me three to four weeks to get a "photo card" from harrisburg after filling out a form that my computer is presently refusing to download so i can print it out and send to harrisburg, they will send the form that i must then take to the state building with my (so far) nonexistant ss card and my (thankfully recovered) birth certificate... just so i can get a photo id.
this is insanity and bullshit. i hate dealing with bureacracies. scumbag pieces of poop. i hope they all die and burn in hell like the errand-boys to the fascistic capitalist fuck pigs that they are.
and now that my mood has been sucessfully soured, i have decided to put of yet another important thing. the semi-annual blood test! whee! what fun. but, truth be told, i feel as though my temper has deteriorated to the point that the needles will spin me out. don't want that. i have to work a 10 hour shift tonight. i don't want to even look at something that might further fuck with my mood and general mentality.
i just get so frustrated when having to deal with crap like this. it's so stupid, but so necessary. the things that make it the worst is the fact that mondays are the only day i can "take care of business"... i work every other business day; i CAN'T SAVE MONEY without a bank account!!!!... and... i am 23 years old, work 60-some hours a week, and i cannot buy a bottle of vodka, a six pack of beer, or even a pack of cigarettes without there being a potential for drama and store clerks/bartenders getting punched in the face... and for me going to jail on aggravated assault charges. the store clerks moreso than the bartenders. i don't even try buying beer anymore. but the clerks??? gah!!!! do i look 17??? and, even if i do... do they think my parents let me (at the age of 17 and under) get all these tattoos that cover so much of my body??? a little bit of common-freakin'-sense, you bloody shitting wankers!
no. they're just being assholes. i can tell because of the stupid piss-eating look they get on their faces when they say "no". they may as well just say "no, you freak. haha! i got to piss in your soup today, huh, weirdo?"
gods. this is frustrating.
come to think of it, i need a cigarette now, and have none. oh, and, if you're laughing as you read this, i suppose it's okay. people laugh at me in real life for some strange reason when i'm pissed, too. the difference now is that i can't get to anyone that thinks this is funny right now, so it's relatively safe... i'd just not tell me for the next 4 weeks or so...
~dissonance