8/11/99 The gods are frowning.

Kick me when I'm down.
I absolutely feel like crying. Why do these things seem to happen to me? It looks like my bonus is going to be about half the amount I though it would be.
figures.
I can't get an even break. I owe Ted about $300... and Monica has estimated that Calvin's back-to-school shopping will be a few hundred dollars. Bye Bye bonus. I was going to catch up on some bills, but that looks like it won't be possible, much less doing something fun.

Monica's suggestion of bankruptcy has me bothered. Can't we try to work our way out of our woes? Can't we just tighten our belts, roll up our sleeves and make things right?

Work was a blur, I skipped lunch to go drop off the car payment, I wasn't hungry anyway. When I got back to the office I just sat and waited for somebody to call me...anyone. My day has been that bad. I just wanted to talk to my mom, but I couldn't think of a good excuse to call her.
I noticed that the message light was blinking on the phone. Atlast, maybe this Ed McMahon giving me the sweepstakes money I so completely deserve.

My voice-mail began,"Hello Ken, this is Andrej..."

It was Dr. Romanovsky... the evil Russian research surgeon, I sometimes do freelance jobs for the guy.

"I'm not entirely happy with the job you have done on the presentation..." his thick accent and monotone continued,"I don't feel that I should pay you for the work."

"Great, the production costs on this job was over $200. "Am I supposed to take a loss? There was nothing wrong with the presentation. I produced a 68 slide miracle in less than 36 hours. He begged me to do the job, I went without sleep, my kids need school clothes... It took him three weeks to let me know that he was dissatisfied? He can't do this to me."

And they say the Kennedy's are cursed.