Here in barren California, we have a push. The tax benefit from the federal stimulus package is about equal to the new (regressive) taxes being levied by our great state to dig themselves out of a $42 billion dollar budget hole. Our forced donations are coupled with massive cuts to schools, among other things. Nice job. The company where I've been employed for more than 11 years is in Bankruptcy (not because of the economy, as they like to say, but because of their idiotic, leveraged deal that saddled the company with $9 Billion, with a 'B,' in debt) and laying off people by the bucket load. I live in an absurdly over-priced apartment, for the location, which is less my fault than it is the fact the area's apartments are all owned by the same company, constituting a near-monopoly, but hey! my pad is only 50 miles away from my job, a job I get to via mass transit for the low, low price of $300 per month. I can't move because AJ is here. And by "here," I mean a city with a total dearth of white collar jobs. X won't move, because The Douchebag is "established" here, which is a curious word, considering he was a 35-year-old man living with his Mommy before X took him in and for the fact he's "established" himself 1300 miles from his own children.
What circle of Hell am I currently in? Please show your work.