1. I just found a job posting that lists one of their candidate requirements as "must have a batcher's degree". Fucking idiots.

2. I have a gas bubble in my chest and it hurts. It's been lingering for the past two hours.

3. I just had a transfer from OnStar. The customer's story was thus: "I keep getting a 'low tire pressure' message on the display and I keep filling up the tire but by the end of the day it's low again. I think there's a nail in the tire... what do I do?" And where was this shining intellect from? That's right, southern California. How hard is it to take your vehicle to a dealership, or even your local tire shop/gas station/lube shop/anything that touches cars, and have them patch it up. Really? You don't know what to do? How have you made it this far? Why are you operating heavy machinery? I won't even begin to expound on the ineptness of OnStar, or at least the system in place that refuses to empower OnStar agents whatesoever.