I Support Assisted Suicide.

After sitting and listening to the scratchy, demanding voices come across my uncomfortable “ear-cuff,” I have decided that I support assisted suicide.

For those of you that do not know, I work as a “Reservations Specialist” for a four-star (HA!) resort in Reno, NV. It is my job to listen to people ask for things that I know damn well they will not get in a lifetime, and them politely tel them ‘no.’ While this does provide a certain level of entertainment, it tires the soul after a while. There is only so much bitching and complaining that I can take before I have a desire to kill some one. However, I am also a pacifist (a bad one I guess) that does not believe in REALLY hurting anyone. So what does this leave me to fantasize about?

Assisted Suicide.

If these people wanted me to kill them then I would not be breaking my moral code. That is the best thing about morals … because you set them, you can re-set them any time that you desire! But that still leaves the problem of them wanting to die …

My plan is to point out all of their flaws and inadequacies until they cannot take life anymore and request death. I know that this is a long shot but it is worth it.