When you go out with friends and one of them pushes a pyramid scheme (Reliv) complete with a testimonial. “It cured my restless leg syndrome, carpal tunnel syndrome, and shingles. And it cured my friend of a brain tumor and another friend of lung cancer!”
:smack: I pit myself. I talked to somebody today to make a change on their account, but to make the change, I needed a supervisor’s okay. I wrote down the change in question, which is something simple, and the confirmation number.
Only, I didn’t get the number right, and I can’t for the life of me remember the name on it, so I can’t figure out which one it was!
:smack: :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack:
I’m hoping the name will magically pop into my head. Meanwhile, I’ve got nearly a month to figure it out. I’m praying they call back.
If you’re at the gym and you know you’re going to work out really hard, please either bathe first or wear deodorant, preferably both in your case. There is no reason why you, a young, seemingly healthy young woman, should smell like ass so bad that I can smell you from the next machine over. Not sweat, mind you-- ass. And you always take the machine right next to mine. What is up with you?
Fuck. Fuckity fuck. I’m mad at myself because I am stupid and inattentive.
I decided to start knitting a sock. I have a nice set of sock knitting needles that come in a nicely labeled clear plastic package. I was going to cast on with the sz 3 needles. So I cast on, knit several rows, and was ready to switch to a smaller set – but when I go to put the first needle away, I discover that I’d been using the 3.0mm needles, which are sz 2, not the 3.25mm needles, which are sz 3.
It’s amazing how much difference that .25 mm can make. Especially when it’s the second sock of a pair, the first one of which was already cast on with sz 3 needles. So I had to rip it out and start again. I hate the casting on and first couple rows part of sock knitting – the rest is fun, but getting the tension in the cast-on just right is a major PITA!
Also, fuck Firefox. It just locked up when I’d finally just beaten my personal best at a game, which I’d been playing for five days to get to that score, and was about to end the game and submit the total. Fuck.
My ‘doctor’ is really ‘a random nurse at Planned Parenthood’, so not terribly. Plus - in reality it’s probably those ‘occasional’ treats I’ve had that are adding up - Reeses are not low-cal. And I’m otherwise thrilled with the pill I’m on right now.
(Bonus anti-rant: my lack of comfort talking to doctors/nurses about this is really my own issue. The folks at Planned Parenthood were in every way probably the nicest, least-judgmental medical professionals I’ve ever dealt with. Plus, they have a program where they’ll prescribe the Pill without a physical exam, even a continuous (3 periods a year) cycle deal, give you a year’s worth of pills right there, and just bill your credit card monthly. For this they are saintly people.)
I had very good luck with Planned Parenthood, NinjaChick. If you do decide you want to switch pills, that should be no problem, lots of women have to switch around until we find one that works.
You know what really pisses me off? When my source of internet entertainment takes a dump for half of the weekend and forces me to go do other stuff. The nerve!
By an amazing coincidence this was bugging me this weekend too!
You know, such a thing might wind up getting a Pit thread of its very own, I betcha!
You know, I wouldn’t expect my kids to know this, but a radio talk show host should – the reason they’re called “big box stores” is because generally speaking, the things you buy there come in big boxes. They are not called big box stores because they look like big boxes, ya fucking halfwit.
Er, um… I thought it was because they look like big boxes, too. (Stand-alone big box stores as opposed to shopping malls.)
I’m with Borborygmi: I’d always thought big box stores were so called because they looked like big boxes, and had so much crap inside them. Not because what you buy from them comes in big boxes.
Wikipedia says “big box” refers to the architecture, size, and location of those stores, not the merchandise. A Walmart Supercenter is considered a big box store.
That’s what I thought, too. But in all fairness, they DO have stuff that comes in big boxes in them. 
Well, perhaps I stand corrected in the public eye. I just remember when these “big box” stores started becoming mainstream – at least in the South where I grew up – they were always called that because of the big boxes that came from those stores. Funny, but they never looked like big boxes to me and the explanation I’d always been given made a hell of a lot more sense. Then again, I never considered Wal-Mart to be a “big box” store, so there ya have it.
Goddammit, Telus, we’re already your customers for phone service and high speed internet - why are you telemarketing me multiple times every day? You call and don’t leave a message, and don’t pick up if I answer - what the hell do you want from me?
And no comments about the Do Not Call register from Americans, please. I’m on all the versions of that we have in Canada, and it’s obviously not helping with these jerks.
Don’t feel bad; Verizon used to do the same thing to us.
At least it’s more legitimate now, given that we dropped Verizon in favor of Vonage. 
To the producers of Chicago Cubs baseball telecasts: Yes, I understand that you’re proud that your precious Cubby Nation has fans that attend road games in other National League ball parks. But no, it isn’t necessary that you cut away to a crowd shot of beer-swilling Cubby fans after every fucking pitch. It’s annoying and distracting and most of the women aren’t even hot.
(Rant by proxie)
Finally managed to set up my sisters new computer. She’s so friggin excited to be able to surf the 'net she can’t stand it.
She pulls out all the ads she’s received in the past few months for DSL or some type internet service at her house.
I look online for her - the following say DSL or satellite service IS available to her, so:
Calls Qwest: Dial up available only.
Calls DishNetwork (satellite internet): Not available
Calls DirectTV (satellite internet): Not available
Calls ComCrap: Available, for a ridiculous price (they will not do comcrap cable TV, and I’m sure comcrap wants nothing to do with them either thanks to my B-i-L being his usual pompous assy self with them from when they did have them)
She does not live in the boonies. She lives in a close Minneapolis suburb. Friends who live TWO block away from her have Qwest DSL. Hell, we could have better initernet connection at our cabin, which IS in the boonies.
Now she’s pissed. My B-i-L is pissed. He plans on calling Qwest to bitch. Heaven help the poor CSR that has to deal with him.
I have their 310-xxxx number blocked with call screen (it’s been blocked so long I forget the xxxx part).