Caught in the Unemployment Voice Mail Undertow.

MONDAY’S UNEMPLOYMENT LUNCH SPECIAL: Waterlogged crescents with bloated blue cheese, horseradish flotsam, and sour cream pond scum. Try not to throw up until after you’ve finished pressing every voice mail option and screaming obscenities at the cyborg operator. I’m convinced that my Uncle Sam’s phone system was designed for the criminally insane or for flat-lined… Continue reading