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I quit another job the other day. The management didn't know how to treat its employees like people, no matter how many times I gave them the chance and the benefit of the doubt.

So now I'm unemployed. Again. I don't think I care, though. I am not too worried about it. My housing situation is alright, and there seems to be promise for the future, assuming I write some letters to the right people, and assuming I do it properly. My future hinges on a few letters. They're very important letters. Huge consequences. It is unnerving.

Reporters are ********.

Here's what's wrong with people today: "the customer is always right."

I learned a valuable lesson the other day, as I quit my job. Failure to yield to a customer's unfaltering correctness is a strike against you, no matter how justifiable your reasonable basis for action happens to be. This is the world of retail. It is a sad and miserable world fit to serve the sad and miserable people who patronize it. "The customer is always right" no longer serves the better good of man, or even of the local population. It is a tawdry scrambling for every last buck at the expense of all dignity and is disguised as humility - as good business. This managerial mindset has turned the consumer population into babies, who when they throw a tantrum within the right earshot, can get anything they want and a smug sense of self-satisfaction to carry home to the wife, who is almost certain her husband's p***s no longer functions to the needs of human usefulness. It is for this, the fifty-year-old baby cries to the grocery store babysitters and a cheap half gallon of egg nog with a lowered price tag rests coldly in his refrigerator. His prize. Or rather his compensation for dying alone, with the respect of no one.