The Gift That Keeps on Giving

I was watching a segment on the news the other day about how they need psychologists in the Gulf Region because of the oil spill. The discussion was about PTSD and how people in New Orleans are still reacting to Hurricane Katrina and how long they may react to the spill.

Night before last, I had a terrible dream about the ass at my last job. He was in the back seat of my car while I was driving and he was YELLING at me about how to drive, where to turn, etc. What the fuck?  Now I get it in the dream, too? I think mental health counseling should be offered as part of this whole health reform crap. I need it. I worked for it. I suffer. All of this at the hands of people who have pretended to be smarter than me. People in charge of what I would do with my days. People who have used me.

There should be extensive testing done on people before they are allowed to own businesses and hire unsuspecting victims. Before they are promoted to positions where they are allowed to fuck with me. This can't possibly be legal. Some of my experiences can only be classified as acts of terrorism. And yet, this whole culture is completely under the radar. I say let's bring these dickwads in to the light, expose them, show them the fallout of their actions and general bad decision-making skills.

Then I will hurt them.