Jerks
[This was written in, I think, Spring or Summer of '02.]

I hate my job sometimes. Giving telephone surveys sucks ass. My latest "assignment" has been to give these fucking surveys for the department of fish and game. I was on the phone to some dipshit a couple of nights ago, when, in the middle of the survey, he starts to go off on me. "You fish and game people have screwed everything up!!
"Sir," said I, that's why we're giving this survey...the department of fish and game knows that many people are dissatisfied with the way things have been going lately...this survey is to gather public opinion so we can figure out what to do about these problems."
"I'm sick of all you booksmart people!!!" the jerk ranted on.
"Hey, man. I'm just giving the survey." As if I actually work for fish and game. Dumbass. I'd already told him, as is required by law, that I was calling from the ______ ________ ______ at _____ _____ __________.
"Yeah, that's right," he said disgustedly. "Goodbye," and he hung up on me. What an ass fucker. I wish I'd kept that guy's phone number.

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