Too Many Damn Homeless people.

My office has the perfect storm for attracting homeless psychopaths right outside: A Public Library combined with a post office. I see why these weirdos gather at the library, but the post office? What the hell. No free internet porn at the post office, just a bunch of surly fucks sending out packages.I'm sure they don't have a lot of Christmas presents to send; as they should definitely be spending any disposable income on becoming less homeless. Some crazy woman ran up to me at 7:57 right outside my door, asking if I could bring her pet bird inside my office, because "He won't survive the cold"... yeah and I'll bring it to my desk and feed it grubs? I come back from NY vacation and it's the damn Shawshank Redemption. I was in a terrible mood returning to work anyway, and bringing a diseased crow inside would have really clinched a great Monday. On a positive note, there was a new Calvin and Hobbes comic book collection in the bathroom. Crawling with hilarious comic strips. And probably bacteria. Oh well, I'm not eating off the damn thing....