That’s who DishNetwork and DirectTV use as their internet providers. A no go.
Why has my desktop computer decided that it doesn’t want to play nice with my monitor? I have to turn it on and off several times before the monitor gets a signal. I’ve checked the cable connections, and even opened up the case to see if anything looks like it might be loose inside. I even tried reinstalling the driver through device manager but that apparently didn’t help, because when I restarted the monitor still wasn’t getting a signal, causing me to have to manually power off and on about five times before the monitor finally got a signal.
For now I’m just leaving the computer on 24/7, but I know that sooner or later I’m going to have to restart it again. And then the whole thing will start (or not) all over again.
Screw you, high-falutin’ fashion magazines, for putting in perfume strip ads. I was innocently looking at some autumn fashions, and my fingers must have brushed up against one of the perfume strips. It’s some godawful crap, too. I’ve washed my hands three times, but I still can’t get off the ho-stink.
Dang it, the pizza I just ordered is too damn HOT.
Weird complaint, I know, but I like lukewarm-to-cold pizza. Most of the time when I’ve ordered pizza it has never been delievered actually really hot.
The problem is I just got home from like four days on the road and I am hungry and I went nuts and ordered two large pizzas (I freeze them and it’s easily enough to feed me for a two weeks; all I eat is pizza and chicken salad and avocados and possibly the occasional cold hamburger).
It’s hot here and when the dude delivered the pizza it hadn’t cooled off at all.
I think I need to wait a couple of hours before I scarf the rest.
SaskTel does the same thing here. And to make it even more fun, the caller ID for them does not indicate that it is SaskTel calling…its just some anonymous 866 number. I let them go to voice mail. They do leave a message though…the telemarketer saying “Hello” repeatedly.
I found out it is Telus by googling the number that keeps calling here - they’re pretty notorious, it seems. Next step - figure out how to block calls.
Dear SiL
Continuing to see (that is, date) the guy you are trying to get away from because he beat you is pretty stupid. Having unprotected sex with him is yet another level of stupid. Especially when you’re already facing custody problems with the last two kids that were born into this shit you’ve created. You always said you were dumb but I never believed you before. I sure do now though.
Amex are the same. They send me on average a piece of snail mail junk twice a week begging to let them give me a card. I already have an Amex, at the same address and under the same name as they send the junk to. How the fuck hard can it be to cross reference your existing customer database to your junk mailing list and delete from the latter?
The ones on the newsstands, you’re out of luck, but with subscriptions, you can get a perfume-free subscription if you e-mail them. I used to de-stink my magazines before I brought them in the house, but now I get stink-free copies! Just demand them.
To everyone who orders avocado on their salad or sandwich:
FUCK YOU.
I don’t care that you like it, or that it’s “creaminess” or whatever it perfect for summer, it’s a right pain in my ass to make your fucking food with it. You see, on “the line,” every other ingredient is pre-prepped. The lettuce is shredded, the tomatoes are sliced or diced, the cheese and meat are sliced, etc…So all I have to do for sandwiches with standard ingredients is just grab them from their chill trays and place them on the bread. Not so with avocados. You see, because of their nature, they can’t be pre-sliced or diced. They will turn brown, mushy, and gross. So we have to cut them to order. If you’ve never worked on a kitchen line before, then you really won’t understand, but having to stop a nice streamlined process to cut, skin, and slice a piece of fruit or vegetable REALLY slows you down. Especially with a food so problematic as avocados, because 90% of the time, they aren’t at the peak of ripeness.
Since we can’t go to the store every morning to buy a few avocados, we get in a whole case at a time. When we first get them, they are under-ripe, and peeling them is a pain because the skin doesn’t come off easily. We get one, maybe two days of ideal ripeness, and then they are overripe, where peeling is easy, but trying to cut them is more likely to result in avocado mush than slices. It gets all over my hands, knife, and cutting board, and I use more damn towels cleaning up after them than I do anything else.
I hate avocados.
Just for you.
Avocados are all the more delicious now that I know how much extra work went in to preparing them 
Speaking of food, it has come to my attention that I hate the way Asian cooks prepare chicken. It seems like they just take the whole chicken and just chop it up with cleavers, with no regard for removing tendons and crap like that, and I don’t like it. I’m having leftover dakbulgogi for lunch, and I have to keep spitting out the tendons and gristle and chunks of fat and possibly little bone pieces. Blech. When I make chicken dishes for myself, I’m careful to only use good meat, not the crap you have to spit out. I realize it would be harder to do this for a restaurant chicken, but I still don’t like it.
No, that’s the restaurant being lazy.
Soulgeek, why don’t you have a ‘remember me’ button? I hate having to log in a dozen times everyday to check my inbox.
When I want to buy a sandwich, I will go out of my way to find a place that has avocados. If you feel that strongly about it, perhaps you should look for someplace avocado-free to work, instead of spitting your venom at me and those like me.
To my co-worker:
Stop saying OMG. And I don’t mean saying “Oh My God”. I mean saying the letters: “Oh Em Gee”. And stop saying it about EVERYTHING. Not everything is an “OMG” moment, for crying out loud.
I swear, it seems like if you notice me breathing you’ll say “OMG” to it. Stop saying it. It’s stupid, this isn’t MySpace, and while we’re at it, file your damn paperwork. You have so many papers to file away in your personal inbox at work that I can’t fit any more in. My box is completely empty, so it shows it doesn’t take long to do it as soon as the paperwork is done. Customer leaves, take the paperwork, put it in their folder. That’s it. All of 10 seconds or less. I know we’re allowed to watch things online or browse the web when we’re not busy, but it seems like you can’t WAIT to see the newest post on MySpace long enough to do your work.
I don’t know how you stayed employed with us for so long to this point.
You’ll need call screen (unfortunately you will have to contact Telus to get it, although I’m pretty sure you can order it through the web page rather than speaking to a human). Once you have that, dial *60 and follow the prompts.
Is call screen the same thing as call display? I have that (mostly so I can hang up on telemarketers 
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FUCKING FARK!!!
I have lurked on your site for years and years now, and when I see the one goddamn story you post that prompts me to want to register as a user and get creative with photo editing to make a funny (ymmv) comment…and your registration servers go tits up. :mad: 
