Another rant because I have nothing better to do

So I just tried to re-establish my unemployment claim only to find out that the fucking Oregon unemployment office is closed today. It's the fucking 3rd not the 4th; the 3rd. I find it slightly ironic that the place in charge of unemployment benefits SHUTS THE FUCK DOWN ON A FRIDAY THAT HAS NO FUCKING SIGNIFICANCE. You are in charge of things that effect usually very frustrated, tired, and desperate people. It's the same with any government office I've dealt with; Everyone is a fucking moron and their job is to delay a neccesary mode of action for as long as their pea sized brain can handle. I'm so sick of people making up reasons not to work. I dealt with it at the last fucking job and maybe that's why I never quite fit in. Granted, my job wasn't hard BUT I WAS THEIR EVERY FUCKING SHIFT NO MATTER WHAT. Actually, I drove all fucking Thanksgiving night to be at work the next morning, little did I know I'd be fired five months later. I can't believe the bulemic southern bitch, the coke head who can't make it through a shift without getting drunk, and the "I'm going to take 6 months a year off because I have projects" hippie, ARE ALL STILL EMPLOYED. I took my job seriously and I was a good employee and I get shit canned because needle dick Frank Cherry needed to feel like a big manager. I can't find a job, I'm broke, and my rent is do in 2 fucking days. The world is not only unfair; it's also, for the most part unbearable, if you don't want to fuck people over. It's not like I'm a nice guy either, but I don't fuck people over and, because of that and other situations, it seems that I'm always the odd man out. At this point, it's almost hard to believe in Karma and even harder to believe in justice. I'm constantly surrounded by awful people who seem to keep things together. I don't want to be a fucking tick and it seems that no matter where I go, these fucking vermin are in excess. This falls into that "why don't you trust people?" catergory; the whole rant seems to me like a good reason to move into the woods with alot of guns. This would also explain why when I got fired I realized I had about 7 friends. Five of which know who they are because they have been my friends every step of the way. The other two seem to be a roaming two... people I considered friends stopped talking to me after I got fired. That shit hurts and it is just another level of mis-trust.