Ever have a dream within a dream? I had one last night. I dreamt, for some unknown reason, that my boss' wife called with a computer problem and I told her I would look into it for her. Then, I had another dream that I called her and her daughter answered and neither of them knew anything about the computer problem. So, I told them that I must've dreamed that they had a computer problem! Not realizing that I was actually dreaming that I dreamt about it. Confused yet? Yea, so am I.
So, last night I figured I better watch the finale of Lost from last season before watching the new episodes since it's been so freakin' long since it's been on that I don't remember anything about what happened. The most depressing thing about watching the previously recorded finale is the commercials. More specifically, the commercials containing the news. The news commercials always have the time and temperature in the lower left hand corner. And last night it kind of threw me off because it said it was, like, 9:20 and 83 degrees! Shit! I wish it was 83 degrees!
So, I watch the two hour finale from last year. Then I go to watch the recap "new" episode they were airing last night. Which happened to be the exact same episode I just watched, only they put these silly little captions underneath the scenes and then call it a "new" episode. Come on! How stupid is that?
Anyway, I'm still a little fuzzy about a few things that took place in the finale because I don't remember the episodes leading up to it. For example, I know from the captions last night that Sawyer killed somebody a week ago, but I can't for the life of me remember who he killed or why? Anybody watch this shit that can clue me in?
Well, I guess I better get to work. It's been so busy lately that I haven't had much time to do anything at work but work. But, I guess that's the whole idea of work, right?
Note: Spell checker isn't working for some reason so if shit's misspelled, oh well. Deal with it!!
Holy crap is it cold out! My brain hasn't thawed out yet. It's the kind of cold that slaps you in the face as soon as it hits you. I just have to keep telling myself it won't last forever, it won't last forever, it won't last forever...
So, back to the topic at hand-Dennis' birthday is coming up next Tuesday. His 40th! And I'm just not sure what to do about it. Of course, I ask him and he won't tell me. It would be cool to have a party for him, but I'm not sure who would even come considering the late notice and the distance most of his friends would have to come. I thought about the antique store where they have band practice but Dennis told me this morning that they aren't getting together this weekend due to scheduling conflicts. Which brings me back to my original point - who would come that doesn't already have stuff going on?
Ah, well, I think I'll go out on Saturday while he's teaching guitar and get him a birthday cake and keep it out in the garage until Sunday. Or, if he's going to go to church and breakfast with his mom I could go and get one then. I just feel bad! It's his 40th birthday and I have absolutely no idea what to do for him! I know he would be pissed if I spent any kind of money on him so I know he doesn't want a gift. I guess I could always use the ole standby - sex. That seems to be what he wants the most anyway and always puts a smile on his face! But, it'll have to be something special - and by special I do not mean what you're thinking. Nothing goes in the out door. So, wow. I just don't know! If anybody has any ideas, I'm more than willing to listen!
Is it possible to catch something - like the flu after talking to somebody on the phone that has it?
If so, I'm not calling Kimberly any more! I feel like shit today! My head hurts and I've been having problems in the ole digestinal area. You really don't want the details. Let's just say when I go into the bathroom I'm not sure if I should stick my head or my ass in the bowl. Sometimes it's both. But it really sucks when it's the ass then the head. Not good.
Anyway, I'm at work and it's going to be a busy day so I shouldn't dilly dally by boring you with my toilet bowl drama. Boss is in early today and I'm only functioning at about 70% capacity. Which, really, is about 20% more than usual so it should be okay.
Monday already? I swear to God the Saturdays and Sundays are getting shorter.
Cindy, if you're reading this I want to tell you that I'm sorry I didn't meet up with you Saturday. I kind of forgot that Dennis wouldn't be home and taking the car. Which wouldn't be a big deal at all - if it hasn't been snowing. The only option I had was to take the Mustang out and, well, that thing handles like shit in the snow. I didn't even get to Fox Lake to get my February train pass. Anyway, I called Kimberly to get your number around 8:00 and found out she was sick. She gave me your numbers (home and cell) and I tried to call your house but you must've already left. Then I tried the cell number and I think I probably wrote it down wrong because the voice on the voice mail was a tad on the masculine side! Anyway, I hope it went well for you and you like the highlights!
One more weekend of not leaving the house for me. Until Sunday night. It's getting downright depressing! I just didn't feel like going out and doing anything. I think it's that seasonal depression shit or whatever? Of course I'm depressed. It's dark at 4:30pm, it's cold, it's snowy, it's just blah blah blah. Forget it. I'll stay inside where it's warm! We went out to our favorite Mexican place last night for dinner and, honestly, we should have just stayed at home! I was good, as usual, but the side effects were a little on the less than desirable side. I woke up around 3:00am this morning and my tummy was doing flip flops. And it still is! So, I brought some bland ass chicken and rice soup for lunch today and I'm thinking an extremely lite dinner tonight. I don't think my stomach can handle anything greasy or spicy today.
Yea, my attitude is always better on a Friday. And I made a decision. I am not going to work at the restaurant tonight. I just can't do it. Although I enjoyed it while I did, I just can't handle the little amount of money for the amount of work I had to put into it. And, honestly, I like the owner - we were somewhat friends before and I think the only way to preserve that friendship is by not working for her.
Dennis had to deal with a real ebay asshole last night. He's been selling a lot of the music gear that neither one of us use any longer. He's sold a Marshall amplifier and speaker cabinet, effects pedals, guitars, you name it - if it's been sitting in our house and hasn't been used in two years it's going. Anyway, back to the story at hand. He listed a Peavey bass speaker cabinet with a big ole honkin' 15 inch speaker in it. Unfortunately, it only sold for $50 bucks. Which, okay, whatever. It's been sitting unused for years so it's just taking up space, right? The buyer was local and wanted to come pick it up. That's fine, no problem there. The cabinet has been sitting in the garage for a few weeks - Dennis tested it before storing and listing it and it worked just fine. So, last night the guy comes and picks it up. As they're loading it in the guys Escalade Dennis tells him this:
Dennis: Dude, just make sure you allow this cabinet to warm up before plugging it into anything. It's a speaker and there are electronics in it. It's been sitting in my garage in below zero weather for two weeks. It's cold. You might blow the speaker if it's cold when you plug it in.
What does the guy do 15 minutes after Dennis tells him this? You guessed it. Plugged it in to test it out. So, the phone rings about 20 minutes after the guy leaves and tells Dennis:
Ebay Scum: Dude, you sold me a bad cabinet. Dennis: Dude, what are you talking about. Ebay Scum: Dude, I plugged it in and it doesn't work. Dennis: Dude, why the fuck did you plug it in before warming it up? Ebay Scum: Dude, I needed to make sure it worked and I didn't get fucked. Dennis: Dude, I guess you just fucked me. Bring it back and I'll give you your money back.
So, he brings it back and Dennis hands him his $50 bucks. Then the asshole tells Dennis he wants another $10 bucks for his time, gas, and trouble! Did you ever see the Exorcist? Remember when that bitch's head spun around and she puked split pea soup? Well, Dennis didn't puke split pea soup, but I swear his head spun around a full 180 degrees at least twice before he counted to ten, gave the guy $10 more bucks and told him to get the hell out of our house. And here's the kicker. The guy turns around and says, "I tell ya what, I'll take the matching 4 12 cabinet and take only half of the money back in return.".
Yea, that'll happen. Dennis said not a word, opened the door, and just pointed to his car. The guy left. So, now Dennis has the cabinet inside all night for it to warm up to see what kind of damage this asshole did. And the best part is that the cabinet without a speaker in it at all is worth more than the $50 bucks the asshole paid for it.
But, it's Friday and that's the way the Ebay ball bounces, I guess.
As Dennis is driving me to the train station, my boss calls me to let me know that the trains aren't running this morning. Apparently, there was a busted down freight train blocking the tracks. So, we drive by the station and sure as hell, there's the freight train right in front of the station.
So, I'm getting all excited thinking - cool! I can't get to work and I can take the day off! No such luck. My boss offers to come pick me up and bring me in. So, not only do I not get a day off, but I have to ride all the way into work with him. Okay, so it's not as bad as it sounds. He's not an asshole or anything. But, I was so hoping to have a day off.
Now I just pray that they're running on schedule tonight. I really don't want to have to have Dennis come pick me up.
I wish I could sneak in a nap. Yea, that's what I want to do. But, I guess for now I'm just going to have to settle on getting some work done.
Yea, I have a bad attitude lately, I know. Lately you say? I heard that.
Something horribly exciting happened to me last night! Okay, I lie. Nothing even remotely exciting happened last night. Unless you consider making soup, watching the tube, and crashing out at 11:30 exciting. And maybe you do, who I am to judge?
I would comment on the whole Heath Ledger thing, but what's the point? I didn't know him, I saw a few of his movies, and that's about it. But, you know, 28 does seem to be the age to die if you're a rock star or a movie star. Usually if you can get past that age mark, you'll be around a while. Obviously I have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. All I know is 28 years old is way too young to die.
I seriously can't wait for this whole election bullshit to be over. I'm so sick of seeing clip after clip of Hillary and Obama snipping at each other. Come on guys! Are you both 12 years old or something? Just let people know where you stand on the issues - nobody cares about Walmart or slum lording. I won't vote for either one of them, that's for sure. Especially Hillary - who wants her and her stupid cheating husband in the white house anyway? What would they call that administration? Wait, it's coming....wait for it....here it is:
Gotta love winter. Not. There ya go, I did a not joke. So lame.
Anyway, is it really only Tuesday? Christ. It's going to be a long ass fucking week.
Not much to report today. Not in the mood to work - what's new with that. Hating winter, again, what's new with that?
I'm just not inspired today to do anything. For the third time, what's new with that? Only I'm a little bit po'd at the husband. Not really anything major, just a mild irritation. Kind of like a rash that only lasts a day or two then you're over it. That kind of thing. I'm just irritated because every day I have off (Saturday and Sunday) he's busy. Saturday, working at the guitar store with lessons, and Sundays are reserved for church and breakfast with his mom, then he has band practice that is closed this Sunday - no guests allowed so they can get some stuff done. Which means another weekend where we do absolutely nothing because we're not together for any of it. It really wouldn't irritate me so if we didn't discuss last Sunday when he was gone all day and all night that we needed to take a Sunday where it's just us - no church with mom, no band practice, nothing but what we want to do. He suggested making it this Sunday, but I guess he forgot he said that because he didn't mention it when he told me last night about practice on Sunday.
And I'm a little irritated at his mother because she tends to guilt him into the whole church and breakfast thing. She's a wonderful women, don't get me wrong, but if he skips out on it she tends to make him feel like shit about it. And I understand she just wants to spend some time with him I just wish she could do something with him on a weekday when I'm at work and he's at home. I guess I just feel kind of selfish about it right now, but I think I deserve to have him to myself on a Sunday every now and then, right?
I don't know why it's irritating me so. It's not like it hasn't been this way for a while now. I guess it just feels like, somehow, we're starting to slip back into old patterns - where everything else is a priority and we don't make us a priority at all. I can't remember the last time we actually went out and did anything. The problem is that it's not like we haven't had opportunities. It's just when we try to figure out something to do the conversation goes something like this:
Me: What do you want to do tonight Him: I don't care. What do you want to do? Me: I don't know. Suggest something. Him: I can't think of anything. Me: Me either.
And we stay home. Just once I would like for him to have an opinion. To say - you know, I would really like to do (insert anything here that he would like to do). Or just say something like - I made plans for us tonight. Let's go to X. Unfortunately, we're both so passive aggressive and hate confrontation (yes, me, I can't stand it. Who knew?) that neither of us speak up.
I love the guy, don't get me wrong. And I'm not mad at him. He's just starting to itch me a little in the wrong way. Or it could be that I'm just being overly sensitive today. Which is quite possible.
I survived the weekend. Actually, surviving the weekend wasn't hard - surviving the freezing cold was.
I did absolutely nothing this weekend. I did my grocery shopping on Friday night just so I wouldn't have to leave the house unless it was absolutely necessary all weekend. And I would've gotten away with it too if it wouldn't have been for that meddling acoustic thing Dennis did Saturday night. (Good one Shaggy).
I went nowhere yesterday. I didn't even get out of my PJ's all day. I was freakin' Lazy with a capital L. Dennis was gone all day yesterday - first to church and breakfast with his mom, then he went to Chip Znuff's house with his drummer and bassist to discuss recording their stuff. I don't know if you guys remember Enuff ZNuff from the, what, late 80's into the 90's? Fly High Michelle ring a bell? No? It's okay. I don't know it either. But, it looks like they're going to get recorded sometime in the near future for a demo. Which is good because I'm tired of hearing him talk about how bad he wants to do it.
I sat around all day yesterday playing Guitar Hero and watching football. I'm still pissed that the Patriots won. Not because I'm a huge Charger's fan (everybody knows where my loyalties lie in that area - BEARS!) but because I just can't stand the Patriots. Their coach is a pompous ass, period. It was kind of tough seeing the Packers lose to the Giants in overtime, but that's the way it goes I guess. Unfortunately, I think the Packers stood a better chance to beat the Patriots in the Superbowl than the Giants do, but I still have hope that somebody will get the job done. Ah, well, better luck next year, right? And being a Chicago fan we gotta be pretty used to hearing that.
Yea, I know. Go ahead anonymous person. Blast me away for using *gasp* profanity on a blog. I don't give a shit. That's right, I said shit.
Anyway, wow, I so didn't want to leave the house this morning. I stepped outside and thought I was going to pass out. And it's not that cold....yet. According to Yahoo Weather, it's 8 degrees with a high of 23. But tomorrow, on the other hand, is only a high of 5 degrees. Yes, a HIGH of 5 degrees. I think I'm going to go to the grocery store tonight and get my grocery shopping done so tomorrow I don't have to leave the house. Unless it's on fire. Then I'll leave it, but under any other circumstances, I don't think so.
At least it's Friday, right? Dear Lord, hear my prayer, please get me through this day quickly and safely so I might stay home tomorrow and Sunday, overdose on football and Guitar Hero III, and then make Monday a little warmer. Amen.
Have you ever slept so sound, but yet woke up feeling like you haven't slept at all?
I know I dreamt a lot last night, about what I can't remember. But judging from the way I feel this morning, maybe I ran a marathon in my dreams. Because my whole body feels like I did! My only question is - did I win the freakin' thing? I guess it's my dream. I can win if I want! It just feels like my dreams last night weren't just in my head but in my whole body - like I physically did everything in real life that I did in my dreams. It would have been pretty cool if they would have been sex dreams! And they might have been, for all I remember. Crap! I could have had sex with Mark Wahlberg last night and I don't remember it! But, I guess that says a lot more about him than anything else, right?
And to top it all off I woke up this morning starving like I hadn't eaten anything at all the night before! Mostly, because I didn't. I don't know what it is, but when Dennis isn't home I just don't feel like making anything at all. And there wasn't anything easy enough for me to make. So, I had pretzels and some toast. Yea, real healthy, right? I just wasn't in the mood to eat, I guess. Yea, I know. You don't need to say it.
I totally didn't watch American Idol last night. Mostly because I was too busy playing Guitar Hero since Dennis was at band practice. Mostly because I think I had enough of it on Tuesday. Yea, I talk a big talk but I did DVR it so at some point this weekend I'll probably get totally bored off my ass and watch it. I'm such a wimp.
Well, today shouldn't be too bad at work considering my boss is leaving in a hour or two to go get his cataracts fixed in his eyeballs. And I wouldn't think he would come back into the office after that. Which means it'll be a pretty quiet day. I can live with that.
I'm at a loss today. No idea what to write about. So, maybe I should take this opportunity to write about nothing? Wait, I write about nothing every day. Oh well. I'm sure I'll come up with something.
You know, it's hard to think of things that might keep you guys entertained. And I wouldn't exactly call my stupid rantings and idiotic posts entertaining. More, I dunno - mildly amusing might be a closer fit?
Okay, here's something I really couldn't care less about but seems to be haggled over all over the place - Dear God when will this stupid writers strike end already? I wonder how many new shows will never come back to see the light of prime time because of it? But, on the bonus side, no stupid awards shows where a bunch of gazillionaires sit around and kiss each others asses going on and on about how brilliant they all are. And the stupid after show where they show how the rich and famous party and freak out because they forgot to thank their publicist.
But, on the downside, stuff like Lost kind of gets, well, lost in the shuffle. It's coming back on soon, however I wonder what kind of effect this strike will have on that? What will we get - a few episodes then wait another fucking year for the next new one? And what if the writers stay on strike forever or something incredibly lame like that? I guess I understand why they're striking. Most days I'm ready to paint myself up a picket sign and stand out in front of work screaming about lousy pay with no benefits. Well, I guess I can't complain about the lousy pay part - I did get a raise last week. But, it's still nowhere near the ballpark on what I'm worth. I mean, I think I'm worth at least 10 cents more a month than what I'm getting now. It's the no benefits thing that really blows.
Anyway, it's only the middle of the week. I still have three days to get through before another boring, uneventful, suck ass weekend.
Wow, I'm tired today! But, I have nothing but my furry, lovable, sometimes obnoxious, beast Leo.
He wakes me up at 3:30am - yes, 3:30am! To go outside. And he doesn't just wake you up - he pushes you up! He'll put both his front paws on your back and push and push until you wake up. He's pretty quiet about it - no barking but he does a lot of heavy breathing right down your neck. So, I get up and let him out. At 3:30am. I go back to sleep. Just as I'm almost back asleep at around 4:15am, I hear the little fucker outside barking his ass off. Yea, that'll make the neighbors crazy about us. So, I have to get up and get him to come inside. Only he doesn't want to come inside so he sits there and ignores me. Like I'm not there and he can't hear me. So, after threatening his life for the fifth time that morning, he finally gets off his lazy, round, furry ass and comes inside. By this time it's about 4:30 and I have to be up in a half an hour. Not much sense in going back to sleep just to have to wake up just as I'm dozing off, right?
Anyway, he's a dog. That's what dogs do I suppose. Drive you crazy - that's their true main purpose in life. But what would we do without them? Wouldn't matter if you never had him, but once you do you can't imagine your life without him. Even when they're waking you up at 3:30am.
Last night, I get home from work at about 4:45 and immediately check my porch to see if the phone case my sister sent me has arrived yet. No dice. Nothing on the porch and no note that they tried to deliver it. Fine. So, later my sister calls and asks me if I got my case. I said no, but maybe I'll get it tomorrow (today). She tells me that she checked the tracking and they said it was delivered. I told her, no, it's nowhere to be seen. But I'll check again. I peek out on the porch and lo and behold, there's a box there! I asked her what time they delivered it and she said the tracking site says 4:50. I don't get it. I was home, Dennis was home, I checked 5 minutes before and it wasn't there. I don't think they rang the doorbell or anything. Just plopped it on the porch and left.
Anyway, I absolutely LOVE it! It's so cute! The inside is light blue and has slots for credit cards and a drivers license and two little pockets - one on the inside, one on the outside.
And it sells for $60 bucks but I got it for free, thanks to my incredibly beautiful, sweet, adoring, smart sister! She decided she liked a different one better so she gave this one to me. Now, the problem is, I want a matching Dooney & Bourke purse!
Wow, I have a headache this morning! And it's not a migraine - it's from the 10,000 kids in our train car going downtown for a field trip to the Museum of Science and Industry. Talk about it being incredibly loud for a Monday morning. They were alright, though. And they weren't that loud - for any other weekday. But, all it takes on Monday mornings is one to really make you want to kill them.
Anyway, this weekend was pretty uneventful. No migraines, no going out, no doing much of anything really. Except housework. Yes, I was that bored on Saturday. Mostly because I didn't see much of Dennis this weekend. He does his guitar teaching on Saturday, then on Sunday morning he went to church and breakfast with his mom, then went on to band practice. He got home about 4:00ish I think on Sunday?
I wound up watching the Colts and the Cowboys lose their respective playoff football games. Of course, it doesn't really matter to me since my favorite team didn't get anywhere near the playoffs, but I feel bad for my sister being the ultimate Cowboys freak that she is. I didn't have the heart to call her last night, considering she was probably in a very bad mood. So, I guess my prediction for the Superbowl has changed. I still say the Patriots but now playing Green Bay. With Green Bay feeling how we felt this year by losing to the Patriots. Sorry, but I don't even think the legendary Brett Favre can out quarterback Tom Brady.
I suppose I should get a start on the day by actually getting some work done considering I got a raise last week. Yes, I got a raise and me and my co-worker were named Assistants of the Year. Whatever the fuck that means.
Well, so far so good today. No silly black spots in my vision that leads to lightening bolts flashing across my eyes.
Yesterday, however, was a day from hell. I got home about 9:00am. Dennis had to run up to his brother's house so he would be gone a few hours so I laid on the couch with the TV on, pulled a blanket over my head, and fell asleep. I woke up around noonish a little after Dennis got home, made some lunch, and got another headache. That's number two yesterday.
And, of course, I went right back to sleep. It's about all I can do when they strike. And all I want to do. I woke up around 3:00ish and things were fine for a couple hours. Then number three struck. I dozed off for about an hour and woke up around, I don't know, 6:00? God, did I feel like total shit yesterday. My whole body hurt. I don't know why when I get these things that it feels like I have the flu or something the way my body aches.
Anyway, I hope that I don't have another one for a long, long time. At least a few days would be cool. And I know why I got one yesterday. Because on Wednesday we were talking about them at work and I braggingly said, "Gee, I haven't had one in about 6 months!".
I spoke way too soon.
Well, I hope everybody has a nice weekend! And I hope that I remain migraine free!
This is gonna be short. I got my first migraine in about 6 months this morning and my head feels like it's going to explode. Imagine taking a vice and sticking your head in it while somebody tightens it - that's what it feels like.
I'm taking some drugs, getting a little work done, and possibly, taking the next train home.
UPDATE: I'm going home on the next train. Hope everybody has a better day than me!
Whatever happened to customer service? When did the stop actually serving the customer?
Verizon made me crazy, now FedEx is making me nuts. But, it's mostly Verizon's fault. If they could get an order fucking right it would be a miracle.
According to FedEx's tracking website, it will be delivered today before 7pm. Yes, 7pm. Hello! Our office is only open until 4:30 and I'm only here until 3:30! Is it so difficult to get something delivered to you when you are there? A signature is required, which is why I had it delivered to work instead of home.
So, I call FedEx to find out what's going on, that there wouldn't be anybody here at 7:00pm. They explained to me that it's marked as a residential drop and not a business drop. The idiots at Verizon not only got the next day shipping fucked up, but they didn't specify we're a business here so my package doesn't get the priority that it should have. Of course, I did tell Verizon that it's a business, the name of the business, and was told it would be a delivery of no later than 2:00pm. Shit. Get it right assholes! What's so hard about it? I work in Customer Service and if I take a request for a customer I make sure it's done right. So, the nice lady at FedEx told me they will mark the package as being a business and, hopefully, they'll figure that out. But I wouldn't hold my breath.
Anyway, it's a hump day and I'm very much looking forward to this first long week back to work to be over.
Wow, what a dreary day! At least it's warmer out and it's rain and not snow! I could get through the winter without seeing any more snow. Like that'll happen.
Finally got notification that my new phone shipped! Now, when it'll get here is anybody's guess. According to FedEx and their nifty tracking system it should be tomorrow. It was picked up on Sunday from Verizon at 5:20 on Sunday (they're open on Sunday?) and received by FedEx on Monday morning at 12:26 am (again, FedEx runs at midnight?) and that's the last thing they have on their tracking site. So, who knows. I guess it gets here when it gets here!
I did nothing last night. I laid my ass on the couch at about 6:30 last night and fell asleep around 9:30. Yea, I lead such an exciting life. Boring is more the word. My life is all wrapped up in when my cell phone gets here, going to work, coming home from work, playing Guitar Hero and that's about it! I guess now that I'm not working part time anymore I have time for all this useless crap.
Fucking Mondays. They just suck. And that's all there is to it.
See how now I can't resist saying the word "Fuck"? Although, I really never could resist saying that word.
My weekend? Boring! It was nice to not have to work this weekend though. The only downside is I didn't see Dennis much at all. He worked teaching guitar on Saturday and didn't get home until almost 7:00 o'clock. He was pretty tired so he went to bed early. Then Sunday we went to breakfast with his mom, brother, and sister. After that Dennis went to see a friend's new house and went straight to practice. By the time he got home at 9:00pm last night, I was tired so we spent about an hour together.
What did I do? I put up all the Christmas shit Saturday and did some house cleaning, followed by an intense session of Guitar Hero. Sunday, pretty much the same. Cleaned up, played Guitar Hero, argued with some bitch at Verizon about my phone order, and that was about it. My current cell phone is making me crazy. It'll ring sometimes, sometimes it won't. It'll drop calls, it'll turn itself on and off at will. I think it's probably due to the number of times I've dropped it, kicked it, and got it wet.
Anyway, last Wednesday I ordered this cool new phone since my New in Two is finally here. Which means I finally get a good deal on a decent cell phone! Here's what I ordered:
And I think it'll be really cool - IF I ever get it. It's a touch screen and opens up into a qwerty keyboard. It's supposed to rival the IPhone, but we'll see. Anyway, on Wednesday when I ordered it I was told it was in stock and they'll overnight it to me. That I would have it by Friday. Wednesday night, somebody told me that it was on backorder so I called them back on Thursday. They said no, it's not on backorder and it should arrive as scheduled. Friday comes and goes - no phone so I call them back yet again and this time I talk to this raging bitch supervisor who I wanted to do great bodily harm to after our conversation. She tells me, yea, it's on backorder and won't be shipped until at least the 9th. I'm told her then why didn't they tell me that in the beginning or when I called back to confirm it? She said she didn't know (convenient) and that there's nothing she can do. Fine, whatever. Then on Sunday I talk to a friend who just ordered this same phone at 8:00pm Thursday night and has gotten confirmation that it's been shipped via FedEx. Now I'm pissed. I ordered mine two days before he ordered his. So, I call Verizon up and bitch at them yet again. They tell me that my phone was to be shipped 2nd day and not overnight and overnight shipping has priority. What the fuck is that all about? Mine was supposed to be shipped overnight!
Anyway, the bottom line is she guaranteed me I'll have mine by Friday. And I told her that I guarantee that if I don't have it by Friday I'll take my business elsewhere. And that was that.
Well, I'm not sure what to follow up yesterday's post with but maybe we can just do the whole entire alphabet for swear words? Today could be brought to you by the letter "S" and we can dedicate today's post to the word "Shit".
I suppose you probably could go through the alphabet in swear words or names for body parts. Let's see how far I can get:
A - Asshole B - Bullshit C - Cun - I can't finish it D - Dickhead E - Effin (although not really a swear word, I got nothin') F - Fuck, of course G - Gonads (again, not really a swear word, but get over it) H - Hell I - Hmmm....Idiot - as I'm an idiot for doing this? J - Jiz? K - Help me out here. This is harder than it looks! L - Lame - as in this whole list is lame? M - Masturbate N - Nards? O - Orgasm? P - Pussy Q - Queef R - Help again S - Shit T - Titties U - Uvula? V - Vagina W - Wonder if this is almost over X - XXX Rated Y - Y am I doing this? Z - Fuck this.
Okay, nevermind, I guess I can't do it. But, I'm sure many of you can so, please fill in my blanks!
Alright, I better get to work instead of attempting to come up with way to entertain you fuckers.
There. Here's to the fucking whiner who left a fucking message on my thread yesterday fucking whining about me using the work FUCK. So, I'm dedicating this fucking post to the fucking word fuck. How does that fucking grab you?
It's so fucking cold outside I thought I was going to fucking freeze to fucking death. And to fucking top it all fucking off, we had to load the fucking train on the other fucking platform where there's no fucking shelter from the fucking cold and fucking wind. It fucking sucked.
My fucking boss just fucking called and he's got fucking appointments this fucking morning so I'm fucking bossless for most of the fucking morning. It's pretty fucking sweet! I can scream FUCK any time I fucking want to and nobody can say a fucking word.
I'm so anxious for fucking spring to fucking get here I could fucking die. The holidays are fucking over, let's get a fucking move on the fucking warmer weather.
Okay, I now want a fucking count of the number of fucking times I said FUCK in this post. I don't get why fucking fucked up fucking people get all fucking bent out of shape over a fucking word. It's just a fucking word for fucks sake and sticks and fucking stones and all that fucking shit, right? Oh, and to the fucking idiot who fucking left a fucking anonymous fucking message on my fucking post - FUCK you! And if you fucking don't like my fucking blog or my fucking language here's something you can fucking do - don't READ it you fucking moron.
Yea, I know. What a way to start the new year, right?
I think new years eve and day would be a lot cooler if they put it in July or something. When it's warm. Because the last thing I like to see after the holidays is fucking snow and ice cold temperatures.
And what's with all this snow? I haven't seen it snow this much this early in a long long time.
I'm hating life this morning. Mostly because I had to come into work today. And mostly because I'm still suffering from New Years Eve. And my attitude today just sucks. I'm grouchy, tired, annoyed and just generally in a very nasty ass mood. Today marks the 8th anniversary of my mother's death. Today marks a new year - which, honestly, I don't see being any better than last year. Okay, so slap me for my negativity. I just don't understand why anybody would want to live past about 65 anyway. I mean, seriously, what have I got to look forward to in my old age? Still working my ass off to pay for my Depends undergarments? Not being able to afford my Geritol? Fuck!
Anyway, new years eve was fun, but sucked at the same time. I made about 40 bucks I think. Of course, I was stuck in the smoking section and nobody but little old ladies in pink mink coats want to sit in there when there's live music in the smoking section. Speaking of little old ladies in pink mink coats, I had to serve a one on new years eve. Yes, I did, I'm not making this up. A little old couple. Bastards. She's showing off her brand new, beautiful, extremely expensive pink mink coat while ordering her steak and lobster. It's not the coat that pisses me off about it, it's the fact that they had an $85 dollar tab and tipped me $5 bucks!!! And they got great service. Fuckers.
Dennis didn't do much better. He had a couple of our friends out - Guy, being his bass player and his wife, Miss Bethany, that sings. So, they helped a lot with the entertainment portion of the evening. Now, Guy and Miss Bethany have been friends with the restaurant owners wife and her husband for years - as has Dennis. So when Guy and Miss Bethany came in the owner's husband told them anything they wanted to drink or eat is on the house. Nice, considering we work our asses off and his wife charges us a convenience fee for the bathroom if we have to pee. To make a long story short, at the end of the evening when Dennis went to collect the agreed upon prior sum of $300 dollars for his musical services, she tells him she'll pay him $200 since they weren't as busy as she thought they would be and wipe Guy and Miss Bethany's bar tab of $60 bucks off the books. What?!?!?! Oh my fucking God. Where do people get off anyway? I was about to go off on her, but Dennis stopped me. He held me back and said this is his gig and it's his last one so just let it go. Yea, I know he's right, but shit. I totally wanted to lay a hurt on her the likes that even Rodney King hasn't seen.
Needless to say we didn't wind up going to bed until about 4:00am New Years Day. Guy and Miss Bethany came back to our house after the New Years Eve fiasco - mostly due to the roads being shit since it snowed the whole time and they live about a million miles away (okay, maybe not a million but at least 40 miles). They wound up leaving sometime around noon yesterday.
What a clusterfuck. Well, at least I'm alive, I'm reasonably healthy (okay, I'll count my blessings on that one) and, well, I did get a new guitar for Christmas!! Okay, it's is a Gibson but it's also a Guitar Hero guitar. So it doesn't really count!
