Tumor Rash

So, I didn't get paid. I realize that it is a nice little HR mistake due to my disability and that it probably happens all the time. But, seriously, I didn't get paid. So, I am blogging at work. Take that giant corporation that doesn't give a crap about me.

Also, my boss totally doesn't get me. After realizing my paycheck was non existent, I had this conversation:

Erratic: "Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler."

Boss: Looking around, "Why would I have your stapler."

Erratic: "It's a quote from the best movie ever. You seriously have never seen Office Space?"

Boss: "No."

Erratic: "Well, there is this guy Milton and his boss takes his stapler and then they cut off his paychecks and it is funny because I didn't get paid."

Boss: Blank stare

Erratic: "Then he sets the building on fire."

Boss: "Are you going to set the building on fire?"

Erratic: "OK, just never mind. It stopped being funny like 10 minutes ago."

Also, does anyone know why my hair is falling out? I have a few theories, but I feel like they are all flawed.

It could be a reaction to the trauma and/or the drugs.

Aliens could be sneaking in my room at night and exposing me to high levels of radiation.

I am dying of some disease I cannot pronounce, but WebMD says so, so it must be right.

It's a tumor. Accompanied by a rash. We'll call it tumor rash.

That's all I've got folks. But, seriously, I am pulling out handfuls of hair after I get out of the shower. My shower drain clogs halfway through washing my hair. It is out of control.

So, if you see a balding panhandler this weekend, mumbling something about tumor rash, spare some change. It's been a rough year.