Would you ask a restaurant delivery person to wash your dishes?

No???? I didn't think so. For some reason a long time customer of ours, after being repeatedly told "NO WE DON'T DO THAT" thought that we clean bathrooms, we clean toilets, we clean sinks. He's been told that we don't do that OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Some people just want to push and see what they can get. It's frustrating that a lot of people feel this way. One of our employees just quit and had the balls to file for unemployment. Now I have to dispute his claim in writing. What was he thinking? "I quit, but I deserve unemployment anyway." (Fucking nutjob!)But again, PUSH PUSH PUSH! Maybe he thought." Oh good, we're rid of him, let's just pay the unemployment just to shut him up." Good GOD! Some people have BRONZE Cojones! So be on the look out for people who want you to do things that are WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY out of your job description. Because next thing you know, they'll ask you to clean your toilet. I left a message on the guy's machine today letting him know "buddy, you need a cleaning company. Unless it's PLUMBING, HEATING OR AC WE'RE NOT GOING TO DO IT." I suppose he's going to call his telephone company and ask them to call us and beg and plead to have us come and clean his toilet; Because "what, aren't you the phone company? You guys don't make phone calls for people?" Some poeple just need to be told. I'm here to tell them. That, unfortunately is in my job description.

Well, moving on... I can't help but feel like my life is totally fucked up right now. Just disorganized really. I mean, I have loads of problems and most of them would be controlled if I could just get my proverbial shit together. Instead I feel like I work in this Dunkin Donuts (see picture). See! That's me under that rock! School's going to start soon, and as I'm sure Devastation and J-diggs know, it's the begining of the inevitable descent towards the holidays, the bottom, the sess-pit of putresence. I've used up all of my sympathy vouchers. I'm a complainaholic. I've found that after a while, I just want to shut up until I can think of new ways to complain about the same old crap. Things could always be worse. I think I'm going to take a day off and work on re-organizing my life: getting to the bottom of that pile of paperwork, buying some new clothes, throwing out a heap of old clothes, sorting out my finances, finishing my dining room so I can DEMO the kitchen. I'll keep you abreast (or a tit) of the situation as I make a solid attempt to screw my head on straight. Until then I'll be spinning it around like the gad-damned excorcist. If I get really sick, I'll try not to vommit pea-soup on you.

Peace out! I give props to you mom's like a set designa'!