I pissed off a client, then I told them to find someone else to fuck with. It felt good. Why? Because they never seem to have a fucking clue. More and more of my clients seem to have no fucking clue. They ask stupid questions, and expect me to remain patient well past the point of sanity. God forbid they read a fucking book. Or even read the shit I send them, that tells them exactly what to do. It'll cost me almost $1000 a year, but fuck it... they were costing me that anyway in stress and time that I can't bill for. I wish I'd been more rude. I actually felt proud of what I did, because for once someone actually felt something rather than going about their daily lives 'expecting expecting expecting'. I got a rise out of 'em, and I got to watch it all go down. It was like a slow motion train wreck, and I was at the helm. Yeah, yeah... yeahhhh! Bam! Learn to not be so sarcastic, bitch! Just do what I told you to, and you can get back to your fucking life with your lame husband and worthless job trying to change the world... which is never going to happen... mankind is headed for the final showdown long before anything any of you people do makes a difference. So take your difference-making company and your new guys and your newbie lamer info-highway-roadkill users and do a header off the nearest cliff. I was right, and you were wrong, and you still are. I was so right, I told you to fuck off, and you were right, that's what I should have done with my first message to ya. You all think you know me. You think that I'm the guy that likes to look smart to everyone. That because I'm so desperate for some kind of human interaction that I have to have the patience of job all the time. But I'm not that person... I never wanted to be that person. I wanted to be a calm, happy father to my little boy. But this job really just sucks. And so does the realization that this job brings... the realization that humanity -- every human on this planet -- is headed for the big fall... and none of this will matter. The realization that technology is 99.999% hype and promises and barely the rest in 'deliver'. That our continued reliance on technology, while it'll save lives for a while, will eventually be the end of us all. I feel bad for my little boy sometimes; knowing what kind of world he's inheriting, and that there's nothing anybody can do about it. Humanity is an inherent failure... we can't handle free will. Never have, never will... not since the very first day a caveman shoved a club up another caveman's ass and took his fire, his woman, and his food. I wanted to make life better for my little guy, but each day I grow more and more depressed about it. Oh, the things he's going to see in his lifetime. How sad. I wonder if he'll ever be so disillusioned with humanity that getting a rise out of someone... detailing the many ways they are wrong and stupid and rude, and shoving those details up their ass... will actually be friday night fun. I hope not, because it means he'll feel the same despair I do, and I'd not wish this on anyone. Get a new job? Ha. This is all I know, and I'm good at it, and it pays enough to feed my family and for us to have a few nice things. No, it's too late for me.