Welcome to the Jungle

I don't know. I wish I could tell you. They call. They hire me. They don't listen. They pay me sthi. They then try to kill me.

That's what I do. 😦

Boo hoo. Mommy went through this. Daddy went through that. My great, great granddad's uncle's cousin once had a fucking splinter.

Go fkcu yourself

If you're miserable, there is an easy solution. Take your life. Take it to a basement. A studio. A room with no windows. Sit there. Turn the light on eventually.

It is no different than providing customer service in the brick & mortar world. Give a shit. Test your processes. Don't be greedy. Put data collection behind customer experience, not in front of it, morons.

Doing Support A** Backwards

If I buy a piece of hardware from you, I shouldn't have to give you my first born to turn it on and use it. I shouldn't even have to create an account. I own the damn hardware. Get the user using your shit-bag device, show them the basics if you can, explain that much more is available with an account. SIMPLE.

Are you fucking stupid, Tim? Don't answer that out loud. Just look in the mirror and consider taking your own life.

Taking gold to Trump? Kill yourself.

I wish I din't like kids or care about their lives. Not cool seeing you hate kids, bro. Fuck off. All. The fucking. Way. Off.

Alternatively, take me to court or bring your ignorant stupid to my yard. I'll fucking end you today. 

Cheers, you capitalistic piece of shit. Fuck you.