see, i have reasons for hating my job and everything it stands for!

let's take a moment to discuss stupidity. let's take a moment to discuss incompetence. let's take a moment to discuss...my company.

today's adventure: transitchek hell. a few weeks ago, we decided to take the plunge into the mire that is transitchek, only to find out that our office was too small to actually participate. so, we devised a supersecret ninja way to get around the problem.

which should have been my first clue. never get involved with something you don't understand. this is why i've declared a moratorium on dating.

anyway. we devised a way to get aroudn the whole "12 person minimum" business. or so we thought. as i said above, i shouldn't get involved in things i don't understand. and i don't understand how this works. or how it is that i've spent $90 on two weekly metrocards. or how i'm going to get the mystery $68 back.

all i know is that our HR staff hasn't a clue, i'm spitting kittens, and if i don't get that $68 back in my next paycheck, someone is getting a goddamn letter bomb.

you can demoralize me. you can make me feel like an idiot. you can ignore me. you can give me no vacation. but you fuck with my money, dear employer, and you can take your goddamn moving trucks and shove them up your ass.

grrr.