It was...

...nothing out of the ordinary for the toxic boredom of a corporate office setting (combined with a few latent psychotic personalities), but I started to get into it when I realized that I was going out with a splash. People from OTHER departments were coming up to me and asking me to tell them the story. And I was only too glad to oblige, because it was fucked up.

A woman was declined a child rider because she had a history of depression. A child rider is one of the bells and whistles you can put on a life insurance policy. You pay a little more and if one of your kids dies you get a little money, maybe $10,000-$50,000. A gal at the agent's office asked why depression in a parent would cause a child rider to be declined. My coworker Mike sent her a Wikipedia link to Andrea Yates. He had a rapport with this girl and she knew he had a sick sense of humor.

But either through stupidity or malicious intent (probably the former), this gal sent the link on to her boss, who emailed our boss's boss and said he didn't find it funny, blah blah blah. They fired Mike and scolded me and Laura for some of the shit we said in emails to Mike the day he got fired.

I didn't let them steamroll me when they called me into HR for my scolding. Human Resources resides, along with Marketing and all of the rest at the top of the company food chain, in the penthouse suite on top of the building, a full ten floors above my little cube. It was three of them against me in the little glass fishbowl conference room they have up there. But I knew they wouldn't fire me. They were short on case managers and I was good at my job. They put me on "probation" and made me sign something. Two days later I gave my notice. I'm starting to think I'm not made for the corporate life.

I miss public transportation ( the trolley, at least)

A few months ago while I was at work, I was robbed. Someone stole the catalytic converter off the bottom of my car (part of the exhaust). Apparently, you can recycle the little buggers for about 60-70 dollars. Who knew? Not me, cause I probably would have turned it in myself for weed money, even if it did make my car sound like an incredibly irate woolly mammoth.

A couple weeks ago, some one stole my whole car. Ironically, I was at work that day telling everyone how this new trolley station I went to was so much safer and secure.

I miss the trolley. I miss the people that were weird and ignored me, but somehow not as much as the people who were weird and engaged me. Now, I'm assuming this is like the whole "I miss being in a relationship" thing, where you focus on the happy times, and forget about the times when your girlfriend was a drunk idiot, or when a punk 17 year old tries to fight a middle aged woman. But dammit I miss it.

I took the bus a few times, but that sucked.

Those people are losers.