To really get this going, I'd like to discuss the wonderful world of banking! Yes, that's right! You too can fulfill all your dreams and desires by opening up an account at a local branch of your most favoritest money grubbing, abstrusely greed-soaked (and in some cases, not so abstruse), business that is profiting off of your very own blood, sweat, and tears!
Hip-hip, hooray for capitalism and all its zany quirks and kick backs! WHOOPS! Did I say kick backs? I meant, throw backs. Or...no. Throw pillows. YES! Open an account today and we'll give you a throw pillow FOR FREE!
Honestly, I'm just bitter because my bank kind of, sort of just fucked me a bit. It's okay, though. I'm going to rail their faces with something large, hard, and metallic if they don't fix it for me tomorrow.
The amount of incompetence in the service industry is increasing. I should know, I'm one of the small cogs working inside the beastly machine. The question I have to ask; is it honestly just lack of competence or is it all some contrived business propaganda? If it's the latter, bravo! A true capitalist strategy, you smarmy fucks! But, in all honesty, it's probably the worst of both worlds. A little of Column A, a little of Column B.
The only thing I know for certain is that I'm getting a raw deal. When the sun has already begun its task of warming the leaves on the trees, the lawns of the streaming suburban domiciles , the concrete war zone of the city, and the seats and dashboards of every vehicle not in the shelter of a garage, I will be wrecking havoc on whatever poor soul picks up that phone when I call on them tomorrow. There will be justice. It will be swift and severe. Okay, fine. It's not that dramatic but what the fuck, I'm livid here, damn it! I WANT THE MONEY THAT IS MINE.
They will rue the day they messed with me, oh yes. Yes, they will. This is only the beginning.
