Boy, it’s been a taxing 24 hours.
First, there was the hassle of starting the eviction process for my housemate of two months. Don’t even get me started.
Hmm…Okay, I won’t get into the whole thing here, but I will offer this advice: When you meet an admitted loser who, 10 years your senior, still blames everyone else for the fact that he’s a loser, cut your losses immediately and move on. Everyone deserves a second chance, but leave the thirds and fourths to someone else.
That’s all I have to say about th– … Okay, if you insist, I’ll tell you a bit more. He ripped up the eviction letter, of course, and left it for the rest of us to find. All through the night, I heard him stalking through the house. And to top things off, this morning I looked out the shower window and saw him staring at me from the back deck. Ladies and gentlemen, lock your doors.
Any chance he’ll read this? Of course not. He doesn’t even have a steady job, much less an Internet connection. Loser.
Besides the eviction, there was also today’s negotiation with The Company over my promotion and raise. It finally happened though, and at the last minute, too, before a career change. I’ll evaluate things in a year and make the same choice then.
And finally, in the thick of my work day, there was the asshat, script-kiddie wannabe who decided to flood my host’s Web server just to prove a point. The cost? At least a half hour of downtime for me and anyone else on the server. A half hour of haggling with my provider. A half hour that neither I nor my boss had to spare.