Which Reminds Me

It is fairly obvious that some people upstairs are thinking that my entire life is just one huge joke. So tripping me up every time I turn around may seem so very funny to you, crossing all the wires and so forth, but to me it is all just one big disaster. This explains why I am currently on strike, because the management of you basically stinks, and until someone can fix this problem, it is useless for me to try to do anything. So I am just going to sit here until the authorities make you all pay for this mess of mostly your own creation.