October 2008 Archives
Dear Supernatural:
I really, really could have done without the Uvula Cam view, there. Really.
No Love,
Me
is it can be November 5 now plees
Thank you, ontd_political, for saving my sanity these last few days. XD
Things done this weekend:
- Did some art stuff for someone
- Finished Mother 3 (how many of you have finished? How many of you cried like little bitches at the end? Yes you did, get those hands up.)
- Went to Target, got cat food.
- Dipped another toe into 21st-century technology, bought cheap pink 1GB Spongebob MP3 player. Well, it does what I need it to do and it was $25. It is also tiny and has a clippy thing on it. I’m not going to retire the MD player yet, but this is so much more convenient for all those times when I think “hey, I would like to take such-and-such a song with me but I don’t feel like putting a fresh battery in the MD player, finding an empty disc, and waiting the four hours for the software to burn it.”
- Let Stepmom’s dogs out to pee and play.
Is it just me?
Please tell me I am not the only person this happens to:
Me: …and may I have your phone number, please?
Person On Phone: …
Me: …
POP: …
Me: …
POP: …
Me: Hello?
POP: Yes?
Me: Your phone number, please?
POP: Oh. …are you ready?
fffffffffffff YES I AM READY, I HAVE BEEN READY OR I WOULDN’T HAVE ASKED YOU FOR YOUR HUMPING PHONE NUMBER.
There’s also the popular variation, “oh, I thought you were getting it.” FROM WHERE, STRAIGHT OUT OF YOUR BRAIN?
Or less commonly, “I thought you were getting it off the Caller ID.” Okay, one? Sometimes people order shit from phones that they don’t normally answer. Two? Sometimes Caller ID goes “hur, idk” and won’t give it to us. And three? I JUST ASKED YOU FOR IT. HOW THE HELL DID YOU INTERPRET THAT AS “PLEASE HOLD WHILE I POKE THE CALLER ID”!?
And if it was a one-time thing, I’d probably just forget about it, but people do it all! The! Time!
Is it just me? Is there just something about the way I ask for a phone number that makes people go hmm, this seems like a good time to stare into space and ponder the meaning of life while this person does whatever?
RIDDIKULUS, part 2
Oh dear. (via underfiend@lj)
Wall: apply directly to the forehead
I’m not even going to start on the bear. Jesus wept, what the fuck is wrong with people?
OH FUCK YOU TWC.
So a month after Manager Cousin and I applied for our disaster unemployment money seeing as how we were out of work for a week after Ike and lost a paycheck, after TWC has sent us both letters saying “yes, we will pay you,” after multiple jackasses at TWC have told me, MC, and Aunt Boss “yes, you will be paid” multiple times…
WE’RE NOT FUCKING GETTING PAID.
That’s right. Long story short: we don’t qualify for the federal disaster unemployment money because Aunt Boss pays all the taxes and shit she is supposed to pay. We DO qualify for state unemployment money, but guess what those fuckers do with the first week’s payment! Go on, guess!
If you said “they hold it until you have requested payment for three weeks such that if you were only out of work for one or two weeks you will never actually be paid,” GO GET YOURSELF A COOKIE. You’ll have to pay for it yourself, though. OH BUT THEY WILL LET ME APPEAL THAT IF I AM WILLING TO FILL OUT A WHOLE SHITLOAD MORE PAPERWORK yeah um no.
No, I’m not that broke, I’m not hurting for money right now, and thank FSM I had an extra bill-free week last month and sat on that money so I could pay my rent and phone bill just in case something like this happened and you know what, there are people who need that money worse than I do, but son of a bitch, if you say you’re going to pay me, then is it unreasonable to assume you’re going to put a check in my mailbox, which is kind of what the dictionary definition of the word “pay” implies?
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.
is it can be beer tiem nao plees
