As an American, let me repeat something a Facebook friend posted this morning. Scotland’s indyref is like a kilt in that… it’s none of our business what’s going on beneath, but we can’t stop thinking about it nevertheless.
Goddamnitsomuch, T-Mobile you fucking shitstain of a corporation!
I try to pre-order a new iPhone last Friday. Their website keeps telling me there is a problem with my card, call my bank. I call my bank, they say no transactions are hitting them. I try another card, same shit. I check my personal emails and I have TWO emails with the purchase agreement, but no actual order #. I stop at their store after work. Idiot looks something up in like 2 seconds and tells me I’ve ordered a phone and assures me I’ll only get one, not two.
Flash to today. Still no order #, no ship date, nothing. So I call their support #. 30 minute hold and I get someone. She was nice enough, but if I have to fucking repeat everything 3-5 times, you have no business in that position. At no point did she mention having issues hearing me, static on the line or anything that might explain it. Her voice was crystal clear to me and I was speaking clearly and slightly loud. Tells me my order was ‘incomplete’ and didn’t go through. We go through a new order process. Had to repeat my credit card number at least 7 times, only to have her finally read it back and have a wrong number in the middle. Those numbers do not sound similar, dumbfuck, you need to be fired after this call. I mean it, I worked in a call center for 3.5 years. You’re friendly, but you’re fucking incompetent.
At the end she tells me that my order won’t go through because it is telling her it can’t verify something, but not what that something is. “You’ll have to go into a store.”
Would that be the store with the little cunt who pretended to look stuff up and tell me I had ordered a phone?
Dammit. Long story, but I sent something in the mail to some people, and they didn’t go to the post office to get it, so there’s a real possibility the package will just be sent right the fuck back to me. Damn people who don’t pick up their mail!! 
Also, people who stop and stand in the middle of doorways are the worst.
Well, you did better than a friend did. He was backing his convertible out of the garage and hit the button to lower the top. The top got tangled up in the still rising garage door and he panicked, shifted into drive and hit his house. As I recall, he was able to put all of the damage on his car insurance (New convertible top, new garage door, bumper damage and house damage.), but his car insurance rates went up right away.
I’m a very bad friend. I laughed my ass off while he was telling me the story.
I got my teeth cleaned yesterday and have TWO cavities under my braces. The dental hygienist scolded me because I wasn’t brushing right. Those fucking braces are tight, there is NO way I can get under them to get my teeth clean. Its not like I can take them off or anything. Grumbles…yeah…1st world problems.
Sonuvabitch!
I stepped out of my apartment this afternoon to make a trip to Costco, only to find a parking ticket under my windshield. Written mere minutes before I found it. My immediate thought was that I’d been ticketed for leaving the car parked on the street for too long; I’m on vacation and haven’t needed to drive anyplace in the last couple days. Nope:
“Parking an unlicensed vehicle”, $30 fine.
WTF? I stepped around behind my car to look at the plate, and sure enough, my damn tabs expired in fucking June.
How the fuck did that happen? Sure, I completely failed to notice. I rarely carry things in the trunk, so I just don’t look at the back of my car very often. So that’s on me. So then I thought, “Maybe the new tags were included when the state sent me the title?” I went to my desk where I keep my car title … and it wasn’t there. That’s when I realized that I never received the title after it was transferred to me by the previous owner (we did the transfer together, in person, at the courthouse). I was told by the DOL lady at the courthouse that I would get my new title in the mail in “six to eight weeks”.
That’s when I also realized that, on top of never receiving the title, I never received the customary 30-day notice that my tabs were about to expire. I think I know what happened. The previous owner signed the car over to me in April … a bit more than two months before the tabs expired. Something got crossed in the bureaucracy and computers, and whichever computer was responsible for sending out license renewal notices hadn’t gotten the information that the car had a new owner. The 30-day notice would have had to go out right in the middle of that “six to eight weeks”. So either the notice didn’t go out, or it was sent to the previous owner and he neglected to tell me.
So the long and short is that I got to walk to the courthouse (fortunately only five blocks away) to renew my tabs in person. Between the fee for the tabs, and a fee for a new copy of the title (why the fuck I should have to pay that, I don’t know, since that wasn’t my fault), I spent $82. And I still need to pay this $30 ticket.
Kinda put the kibosh on my trip to Costco :mad:
The only upside to this is that I’m extremely glad that I don’t drive if I’ve been drinking even a little. The way my luck runs, I’d get pulled over simply for the expired tabs, and then have the cop smell alcohol.
I’m convinced that dental hygienists have to take a “Scolding 101” class…you know, if I had an arsenal of tiny metal scrapers, a high-powered rotating polisher, a supply of gritty toothpaste, and the knowledge to properly use all of these, I’d have PERFECT FUCKING TEETH. No need to repeatedly tell me I’m not doing a good job, or to remind me how ugly my teeth are (heavy staining due to fluorosis – fortunately, all the visible ones have been repaired), or accuse me of “nursing” a cola all day, or tell me how I should switch to sugar-free everything even though it’s in my damn file that most sugar substitutes cause massive digestive problems for me. And don’t bother complaining when the hygienist pokes your gums so ferociously that they start bleeding…after all, if you would just make the effort to keep your teeth clean, you wouldn’t be having this problem.
It’s a wonder that I actually make it to my cleaning appointments every six months.
Why in the seven hells did someone decide to set off a fireworks show tonight?
Now I hear sirens. I hope they’re on the way to give someone a stern talking-to about that.
My dentist asked me if I’ve been flossing like I should and, before I could answer, said “be honest, we can tell”. I’m 35 fucking years old, I don’t lie about stupid shit like flossing.
I think he wanted to spank you.
And now I’m still awake because some asshole called me at midnight fifteen and I can’t get back to sleep. There’s a vast conspiracy to keep me up all night.
Fuck you 55% of Scotland. Fuck you.
Saw the result first thing when I got up this morning. Sorry, hen.
Thank you. Everyone’s talking about another referendum, but you know, No means No. Can’t keep pushing and asking in case people change their minds. The people of Scotland have spoken, and half of us are cowed fearties, too scared to look after themselves.
Cowed fearties… jots that down for later use
We all know it was this strip that changed the election.
Quebec might disagree with you on that.
When did Cinnamon Imp turn into a chicken? 
Also, the strip **Chimera **linked … sad and hysterical at the same time. Sorry, world.
Jian Ghomeshi, I like you a lot, but you annoy me with the way you always imply, or outright state, that people who don’t watch TV are snobs.
And yeah, I know that that topic has also been done to death here on the boards.
A very mini rant - thanks to the title of this thread, and the story on NPR this morning, I can’t get that darn Earth Wind & Fire song out of my head! I may even have to resort to downloading it and adding to my workout playlist! What have you done to me?
hugs anyone who needs it
I’m around just going crazy. Currently my left knee is aching because I tripped myself up in the gym at Cubs. Freshly waxed floors and clutz me do not mix. Right knee is bruised but barely hurts, left knee has no visible damage but hurts more than it should when I go up or down stairs. I work on the second floor of a building with no elevator. I also probably look like an idiot to people when I go for the elevator in places though I walk perfectly normal on flat ground.
I’m not that old, I don’t need to start getting my parent’s knees, they both have issues that I don’t want. And I mentioned to the doc at my checkup thay I’d like to try and lose weight, to protect my knees etc and she gave me a little spiel about being happy with yourself. Well I’m ok with my body shape, I’m not ok with achey knees and feeling like crap when I want to hike up a mountain and the elevation gains try to kill me if it’s too quick.