Here is something that really gets my blood boiling:
This job recruiter I'm supposed to meet for the first time next week has asked me to bring my passport along with me. I wonder if I would have been asked to bring it if my name was Jack Smith and not something totally unpronounceable and very plainly weird like Moshe Reuveni.
I can't escape hoping that type of people ends up falling with sublime precision on top of a baseball bat that just happens to be erect. I also hope that further developments on other fronts will mean that I can vocally express my sincere hopes to that recruiter.