BUREAUCRATIC DENOUEMENT

I'LL EXPLAIN LATER. IN THE MEANTIME, HERE IS A VISUAL DEPICTION OF HOW I FELT WHEN I GOT OFF THE PHONE WITH THE GUY WHO WAS PRETENDING TO BE IN THE STUDENT ACCOUNTS OFFICE ON CAMPUS, DESPITE THE FACT THAT HE WAS OBVIOUSLY L IN SOME GODDAMN CENTRALIZED CALL CENTER SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF SOME GODDAMN FLAT PIECE OF SHIT RED STATE AND TELLING ME I HAVE TO BRING MY MOTEHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING PRINTED RECEIPT TO THE MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING SHITBAGS WHO WORK IN THE ON-CAMPUS OFFICE FOR THEIR "CO-OP" JOB AND FAIL TO DRAW ANY SORT OF PARALLEL BETWEEN THEM WORKING FOR A SCHOOL WHICH THEY ARE PAYING WHY ISN'T THERE SOMETHING BIGGER THAN CAPITAL LETTERS BECAUSE THEY DO NOT EVEN

BEGIN TO CONVEY THE EXTENT OF MY FUCKING ALL-SET-NESS

YOU PAY THEM!

THEY SAY, "HEY, THANKS FOR THE CHECK... WANT A JOB? ... GO SIT IN THIS OFFICE AND SIGN FORMS FOR 8 HOURS A DAY FOR ALL OF NEXT SEMESTER AND WE'LL GIVE YOU 8 CREDITS" IT'S LIKE A CONCENTRATION CAMP! IT'S SLAVERY! IT'S EXPLOITATION! IT'S WRONG!!!!!!!!W AAAAAAKEEEE UUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
AHGHGHHH WHY AM I STILL HERE? TOR..THRE...WHEREVER... WHAT'S MY DEAL!?!?! IT GOES AGAINST EVERYTHING I' BELIEVE IN!EVERYTHING I STAND FOR!! WHICH,ADMITTEDLY, ISN'T MUCH,BUT..IT'S ALL I GOT.... AND I AM NOTHING BUT A SELL-OUT AND A CAPITALIST WHORE

ANYWAY

here's my picture. i'm going outside, i think.