My dearest GigSpot,
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can fall, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and problematic folly.
I hate thee to the level of every day’s
Most raucous need, by darkness and candle-light.
I hate thee freely, as men strive for release from your wretchedness.
I hate thee purely, as all turn from your aggravation.
I hate thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s nightmares.
I hate thee with a hate I seemed to lose
With my lost sanity. I hate thee with my breath,
Frowns, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but hate thee better after death.
The nail in the coffin for GigSpot? Tonight I was working on an application on GigSpot (foolishly) for a company I already work for and it TIMED OUT and erased my requested narrative and everything else I spent 15 minutes on. It's not bad enough that I can't get GigSpot to display right mobile. I also had to uninstall the app because it wouldn't work. Some of my jobs won't even show up! I hate that it changed all my passwords to the MSC websites. I swear up a storm as I'm trying to log into the websites and half the time I can't figure out what is the problem until I request my password... OH IT'S GIGSPOT, THEY CHANGED MY PASSWORD. How could I be so stupid? Of course. My god, if I knew it was going to be this ridiculous, I would never have signed my name in blood to use their service.