Anger on the Front Lines

The bitches at the payday loan place fucked me good this time. They cashed my check a day earlier than I thought my cash to them was due. This is the place where they give you a check and then you pay them back in cash. For collatoral you write them a check dated for the day of the loan instead of for the day it's due.

They overdrew my account, which I realized when I went to my bank and tried to take out enough cash to cover the loan, most of which was already in my wallet and therefore obviously not in my bank. I raced to the payday loan place to yell at them, did so, and then spun gravel away from my tires onto their front window.

Unfortunately, I only have a half a Soma left. God knows where the rest of it went. I could send mad emails to my girl, but I'm sure she didn't empty me of my stash and it's just that I forgot how many I have left. Or maybe it's because this is an old bottle I'm looking at. Either way, I only have a half a Soma running through my system.

Theyre painting the walls in my office today. Theyre doing it as I sit here, griping and hollering at people as they filter in with questions, complaints or unfocused muttering. Green paint is dripping everywhere and it's clogging up my keyboard.

The elevator factory next door is banging around. The furniture movers are here, shuffling enormous bulks of wood and steel past my door. It's a miracle we were even able to order furniture. We had to pay off our Italian facilities manager up in Hoboken with 20 pounds of prime proscuitto, and even then it was a struggle. He called up our furniture rep and called her an ugly whore for selecting extra-wide bookcases. They werent her idea, either. But that didn't matter to him. It was a profoundly sorrowful scene that followed. Lots of phone calls and accusations. I met with the corporate VP and tried to get him fired, but it wasn't of any use. The kickbacks coming from the facilities manager carry a lot of weight. Anyone operating within a corrupt business has to deal with these things.

The unusual downside of this situation however is that I don't get to kill anyone for crossing me. Measured extreme personnel removal would be a bonus that few middle managers can capitalize on. Unfortunately I get all the problems stemming from dealing with mobsters and wholly unethical greedmongers without any of the benefits.

So I'm left with aging painters spilling slime on me and people lining up at my door to complain about the movers blocking the hall. At least they don't seem to mind my cigar smoke.

- posted by seanmh @ 12:20 PM