Melancholy

There are times when a sense of futility overwhelms me and I feel like a waste of space. Then I tend to look down upon my emaciation and console myself that at least it's not very much space. In addition, the questionableness of my existence is being backed up by others more often now. Every time I make a doctor's appointment, or show up for my appointment, I have gone missing from their computer systems. I've had the same thing happen with other customer service systems as well. Places I've done business with for years are unable to locate my records despite being provided with my account numbers, telephone numbers, full name, address, and whatever else they ask for. While this is terribly interesting, it has also become mind-bogglingly inconvenient.

In entirely more relevant news, my e-mail is now working once more. If you attempted to send me anything last week, please resend it now. Apparently my internet service provider had decided that my own domain name was sending me spam, and started blocking it all at the server. Brilliant. Assholes.

My employer is doing very well in its project to destroy everything that I love. I figured you may want a progress report on this front. They've just fired the best boss I've ever had. We've reviewed her situation and I've advised her to find an attorney and sue for wrongful termination. I'm not even going to get into the story on this one, that's how completely ridiculous it is.