Thursday, October 17, 2002

I'm pissed off. Indulge me while I swear a bit.

Fuck. Fuck. Mother Fucker. bastard. Fucker. Fuck.

Fuck.

Three things collided tonight...
1. C6 and I had a date.
2. At work we instituted a new policy where special customers can page us and make us jump through hoops to solve their problems.
3. The people at my work who are supposed to be working nights arn't sure about the policies and how to handle this customer.

C6 and I had just finished dinner and where about to have dessert. That's when I got a call. "Barry, can you help us? We're not sure what to do?"

So. I'm at work now, and C6 is driving home.

Fuck.

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