Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-016

### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## # ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ## ## ## ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ###### ####### [ Preventing a Murder ] [ By THE CHIEF ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ PREVENTING A MURDER Why I write this shit you ask me? Because I wanna kill someone badly. This shit is worthwhile for me, because it prevents me taking the rap for a murder I would have committed instead of writing this text. WHY YOU ASK? Ok, it all started last night. My girlfriend and I were talking on the phone, and she was babbling away like always, and I decided to ask her if she really still needed me, and what do you think she answered? ... "well I don't know"... FUCK YOU BITCH! She spent about 2 hours trying to tell me that she had found "new sides" of her that she had to accept, and that all she needed right now was to be alone, AND with friends. (I haven't the slightest clue on how to do That). Let me just begin with telling you that I'm not stupid, and the last shit I'd believe is all that "find yourself"-crap shit of explanations. All right, so I told her to take her "new sides" and shove them up her ass. Hung up and wrote her of my list. Second, some punks had had some fun during the night, I noticed when I walked out to my car this morning. The car didn't look like a car no more. All right, I could cope with that, so I called the insurance company to get my insurance money, and they told me to call the cops first, and then they'll look into the matter. Ok, I called the cops, they came over (now I was about 20 minutes late for work) and gave me a box of papers to fill out. I did that, and gave them the papers, they signed them, and I got the copies back, which I posted to the insurance company. Came to work about an hour too late, and got a lesson in how to not be late for work by my boss, who didn't want to hear any explanations. "To be late is a sin". That's his call in life. So you think it sounds bad now? I had to sit and answer the phone all day. Degraded to a simple answering-machine, because I was late. If you think that's a nice job, you don't know what you're talking about! It's hell on earth! The company I work for sends out about 34.000 bills every 3 months, and about 1/3 of them complain about too high bills, too low bills, too normal bills, how to pay, how to read the bill, how to get lower bills, how to ....whatever! Yes, that's right. This was the week after they had sent those bills. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY $2.000?? Everyone who calls, think they've reached a place generally called the "complaints" department (when it actually is the switchboard) and starts screaming, and shouting, with general abuse included. A normal number of callers lies around 2-300/day, a normal number of callers a bill-day lies around 1-2000! Say that 20% of them wants to kick the first one who answer's ass, hard. You begin to understand why I write this text? It wasn't just because I was late I had to spend the day answering the phone, no sir! The person (?) who works there, just had to write some papers, drafts, letters and misc stuff the very same day. Ok, I could understand that. But when all she does is to sit and talk (spreading rumors, talking behind backs and so on (you know the type)) all day, I just need to kick some ass. Fine, you say. That's not so bad, is it? You really think that's all? Hahahahaha. The insurance company calls, only to tell me that they won't give me any money. They had been speaking to the cops, who had said that the estimated damages would not reach the level where they grant any insurance money to be paid to the owner. WHAT?! HAVE YOU SEEN MY CAR OR WHAT!?! My car was demolished, totally stripped of everything. The only thing that was left untouched was a tape with N.W.A's "Straight outta Compton". I told them I'd send some pictures, but they said that I easily could have made the "extra" damage myself, only to get the insurance money!! I told them to get lost, or find a real life. Next up, I see the woman I've been "involved" with at work with another man, and they're not working, if you understand what I mean. I face her with the facts, and she tries to explain. I haven't heard such a lame explanation in years, so I tell her to find a better excuse or call her husband and kids. All right. Now the working day is over and I want to kill someone pretty badly. But, the day isn't over yet. When I come home, I find my harddrive spinning, and my board down. I try to restart it, but it won't start. I try everything I could think of, but it doesn't find the harddrive. It has crashed. I try to save some files when restoring the data I could scrape off from the drive, but I can only save about 100-150 files. Considering that I had: 4500 Textfiles 200 Programs ..in the file-areas 1 BBS Program 20 Online Games 3 Games 2 Front-End Programs 2 Graphic Editors 1 Programming Package 25 C++ programs I was working on 6 Textfiles I was working on ..running I guess you can easily understand my feelings. CONCLUSION If you have had a bad day, you don't know what you're talking about. Try to beat mine, and you can submit the story to the uXu series. I need to hear that some- one can have a worse day than me. By writing this text, I have restrained myself from killing someone, which I would have. It's just unbelievable that all of this could happen during just ONE day! I have had bad days before, sure but nothing like this. I'm surprised that I haven't been arrested yet, or that the Socialists haven't taken control over this country once again. I really expected that to happen today as well. Eh, what the hell.. I think I go kill someone anyway.. See this knife, asshole! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa........ HeEHeEHheEHEEE! ______________________________________________________________________ (!) 1991 THE CHIEF & uXu Productions ______________________________________________________________________

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