I've HAD It

Ever have a day when you KNOW people have NO clue WHAT'S going on. That would be today, Friday, here in the NY/NJ/CT tri-state area. Ever get the feeling that people just like screwing other people's lives up to get their rocks off? I think that's THEIR problem. For instance, I went into yet ANOTHER employment agency today, which WILL remain nameles, because EVERYONE who followed me around KNOWS which agency it is....and he gives me an assignment, just for the day. I walk uptown and east to Lexington, because I KNOW someone's coming DOWNTOWN. And guess WHO it is? Paul, yet ANOTHER Greens Farms Academy graduate, I BELIEVE Class of 1982 or 1983. Scrambing around in his Mercedes. Well, wanyway, I walk uptown, as someone if she knows WHERE the 400 block on Madison Ave. starts, it IS UBS Warburg and Chase Bank's neighborhood. I get up there and tada! They gave him the WRONG address! Just FIGURES. Like every other schmuck in the NYC/NJ area that REFUSES to doublecheck their OWN job location information! So they pass it on to the agency, it's incorrect and EVERY PeopleSoft user that inputs it is now INACCURATE, unless, of course they heard me pitch a fit after walking BACK to the agency, because I hadn't activated my new phone yet! JUST like so many other agencies. STOP USING THOSE PEOPLE SOUTH OF NYC TO UPDATE YOUR CONTACT INFO FOR NYC! The phonebooks are wrong half the time, because people do NOT want you in their turret system or trunk line information. Now, on TOP of this, I nearly got run over by a brand new, black, Mercedes sport-something the other day driven by a DRUNK! Not just ANY drunk, a psychotic drunk, who throws liqour bottles at people's heads...when he misses them with his vehicle. Sounds like that STUPID semi-truck driver who was pitching Snapple bottles out his window back in 1995 at people's windshields! I WAS one of the people he did that to, and I am LUCKY that I am NOT a skittish driver. The JERK had no idea that the windshield of my old Duster was alot harder than a regular windshield. UN-BE-LIEVABLE! The arrogance out there. And NO, I do NOT need a THERAPIST, YOU DO!