Well, as you may have seen in my last entry, I've had a heck of a week...totally toasted. Right now, it's about a quarter after eleven, and I'm driving home. You know, the only thing that's keeping me going is the fact that Erica told me I wasn't crazy about what happened last Friday.... *garbled* It's a long, involved tale that'll probably be friends only when I _do_ tell it, so let's just say that it is possible to be backstabbed by a customer. Those of you who frequent customers_suck (the lovely LiveJournal community of that name) probably already know this. The rest of you probably think "How could a customer stab you in the back? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Shouldn't - businesses are supposed to be the big, mean, evil people, and the customers are poor, sweet, innocent little lambs being led to the slaughter on the altar of Commerce and Capitalism Run Rampant." No, it's true. Customers can fuck you over...bend you over and do you without lube with a sandpaper dildo. And I don't say that lightly. Or maybe I do. I don't know.
Anyway, it's a long day, and it's still not quite over yet, but I thought it was really important that I let people know that yes, I'm still alive. Anyway, take care - I'll give you details later...hopefully I'll have the energy to even consider typing a polemic about the whole subject later.... *garbled* But who cares. It's late...er.
Anyway. Talk to you later... *laughs* ...and hope you're all doing better than I am tonight. Bye.”