Goddamned Department of Social Services. I get letter(read:my mother read the letter and told me about it in idle convesation at some point afterwards) saying my benefits were cut off. So, spending most of my Labor Day weekend figuring how royally screwed I was, causing no small amount of distress, I go in Tuesday to find that some retard there checked off the wrong thing on my paperwork, so they were expecting my landlord(stepdad) to send in a form he wasn't actually supposed to(and didn't know about).
And then going to the bus stop the other day, I suddenly find myself in a swarm of bees. One of them crawled into my pocket and stung me in the leg through my pants. Found the bastard a few minutes later chilling in my wallet(I promptly crushed him in the wallet). My leg is kinda itchy, and slightly swollen now. Nearly got stung again the next day. The only good thing about this is knowing that bees are the sole reason flamethrowers are legal in this country.
And lastly, I'm getting kinda sick about college students arguing about prices and policies of the bookstore. They often argue(with me; my job is to watch the door) about our policy of having people leave their backpacks and textbooks by the door, and saying it's because we think they're going to steal stuff(note, that's entirely the reason). I'm also annoyed about hearing that some of the professors are starting to get mad because we don't have enough of the books they require in stock, and many of the ones we've run out of were ones we started with a crapload of.