The braindead dumbfuck ebay seller who posted my package without a street address. Apt 1, Boston, MA ain’t gonna get it there honey. And then… the moron refuses the package upon return because “i do not accept an item with postage due”. Now she’s not responding to my emails. She’s got 24 hours then it’s complaint time at ebay.
Wanker!
I pit people that hang out on topic specific message boards and answer “help” posts in a snotting and condescending tone.
They leave no help or instruction what so ever. If you are going to a fucking site and you hang around in the behavior forum and someone asks a behavior question and you thought you could help so you clicky clicked to open up and read the question, could your answer at least attempt to help?
Your snide one line comment does nothing and may even keep the person from responding with more information if they felt intimidated by your assholishness. (Is that even a word?) I don’t really care because it infuriates me to watch you do this over and over and nobody calls you on it.
Well I did today. I flat out replied to your comment that you could have been more helpful and also attempted to help the person. If you even bother to return to the thread you will see that your comment really did nothing and upon further information had nothing at all to do with her problem.
Fuck! I can understand if you don’t have the time to type a drawn out and helpful post but then you are better off not replying at all you stupid ass. You could even type a quick, “I don’t have time now but if you could give more detailed information I will be back to help later” Takes two fucking minutes. Even if you don’t return the thread gets bumped so that more people may see it and decide to add helpful comments.
I am watching you and from now on if I see these one line, no help comments again I will continue to call you on them! Don’t fucking bother replying if you are not at least going to attempt to help!
mosquitoes - FUCK OFF!!!
Thx, I’ll check it out Delly. My main concern, though, is that it seems to want to put the whole file into your iPod and mine’s only 1Gb large. But I haven’t read it properly yet, and I’ll check later.
My pitting is less vitriolic and more morose I guess.
I haven’t been involved with my ex for over four years now, since he left me for another girl. I’m happy now with my husband. I don’t need to be having dreams about my ex and “what if”.
I think it might be my subconscious trying to tell itself to let go and get over it, because the dream did culminate with me telling the ex that I’m happy with my husband (also that I seemed to have aged to my current age whilst he remained the same age, so I felt more matured than him). But I don’t need to dream this shit. Just be gone, please.
And speaking of iPods:
You know when you’re doing the dishes and listening to your iPod really loud in shuffle-mode, and then that one song that you totally hate comes on? And you don’t even know why you haven’t just trashed the mp3, or at least taken the damn song off your iPod, except that it would bother you to not have the whole album, like when you lose a tooth and you can’t stop sticking your tongue in the hole? And then, because your goddamn hands are all covered in soapy water, there’s nothing to do but sit there and just listen to the whole goddamned song, even though you hate it so much? I mean, sure, you could rinse your hands off, then dry them off a little bit, and skip the song, but the dishtowel’s already half-wet from you drying dishes with it, so your hands wouldn’t be completely dry and you might get water inside the iPod and who even KNOWS what kind of damage that would do? And sure, you could use a paper towel to dry your hands, but (a) you grew up poor and you’re kind of OCD sometimes about not wasting paper products, and (b) there’s always some lingering guilt about The Environment, and wouldn’t you feel horrible if your selfish refusal to sit queasily through one more iteration of the shitty song turned out to be the straw that broke the camel’s back, and that paper towel you just wasted ended up somehow causing the Grand Ecological Collapse, and you get these visions of future generations learning your name along with that of Joseph Hazelwood as they trudge across the scorching sands of what used to be Green Bay, Wisconsin? And so, after all this goes through your head, you just shut up, grit your teeth, and keep washing the dishes while that mush-mouth Neil-fucking-Diamond weeps his way through “And the Singer Sings His Song” one more goddamn time?
Yeah. I pit that.
Dear U.S. Air Force:
It’s just a teensy bit un-reassuring that y’all flew six nuclear warheads halfway across the continent without anybody (including the people who were flying the plane) noticing.
“Well I’ll be! You mean them things is real?!?”
And more to the damned point, the people up in North Dakota didn’t notice that somebody had kind of wandered off with six of their nuclear warheads? Don’t you people have inventory controls? Hell, Wal-Mart probably does a better job of keeping track of its merchandise.
:smack: [sup][sup]1,000[/sup][/sup]
And here I had always thought Broken Arrow was a pretty stupid movie. (Granted, absconding with the things is not the same as being able to set them off, but still–day-um, y’all!)
Are you Richard Lewis?
I pit the snippy twit who called and left a message saying they were CreditCardCo. calling and would I please call them back.
So I call the number they leave in the voicemail, since the number they called from was blocked. John Doe answers and I say 've just recieved a call, and I’m calling back.
He says, “OK hold on just a minute, let me see here…what is your account number?”
I say, “I’m not going to give that out over the phone unless I can verify who you are. You say you are CreditCardCo, but I don’t know for sure.”
“OK, I understand…what is your last name, then? I can look it up that way.”
“I’m sure you could, but you guys called me - you should know it.”
“But I don’t know it…we have thousands and thousands of clients we could be calling!”
“I see what you’re saying, but you must have something…you can’t expect people to give out their full account numbers over the phone based on a phone call.”
“Ma’am, i just need a name or an account number…really. That’s the only way I can look it up.”
“Is there another number I can reach your department at CreditCardCo. besides the 555 one I just called?”
“Yes, here is 555-555-5555 but you really don’t need to do that. I can give you the first 4 of your account, but I need your name to verify…ma’am.”
“Well, i just need to verify myself. I’ll call the number that’s on the back of my credit card.”
“Fine, you do that.” ~click~
Well, excuse the fuck out of me. You may very well be CreditCardCo, and you may very well have a valid reason to call me, but don’t get pissy with me for wanting a little security, ya jackass!
No, thank god.
In my experience, snippy people are rarely legit.
You’re pitting your pits?
OTOH, maybe that guy is legit but he has to deal with the fallout from the STUPID policy of calling people and telling them they need to call back about their credit card.
Once again I pit my workplace… this time the HR and payroll depts. My pay has been screwed up for a couple months, ever since I returned from a LOA. Last paycheck(nearly 2 weeks ago) was 10 hrs. short. Today I finally find out (only through my repeated inquiries) that it’s because they supposedly overpaid me back in the beginning of July, so they were taking their money back.
THANKS FOR FUCKING TELLING ME!
Gee, it’s not as though I live paycheck to paycheck and count on getting the correct amount of money every 2 weeks, so I can use it to, you know, EAT and keep the electricity on.
:mad: 
:rolleyes:
I keep getting emails from the LSAC entitled “Thinking about law school?”
No fuckers. I’m taking the LSAT to atone for my sins!
Vic, quit standing in my way in doorways! Quit bitching about Sulik looking at you, and quit calling me boss! Put away that stupid knife and use that pistol I gave you and shoot the freaking rats! That’s all I ask of you!
I second this with a specific Pitting of American Express. The recorded call always starts with “This is not a telemarketing call…” Then why are you calling me, bitch? I don’t owe you any money and the card hasn’t been stolen or hacked, so the only reason you want me to call you back is to try to sell me some service. That’s telemarketing. Look it up sometime. You really don’t want me to call, because all I will do is verbally abuse whomever takes my call. So stop calling me every other day!
GM, I purchased a car from you. I am happy with the car. However, I do not want a GM credit card to go with it. Please stop sending me mailings once a week trying to get me to get a GM credit card. When the time comes to purchase my next car, it might be a GM. It might not. It might be used. I am not going to be “locked in” because I have a rebate on your stupid card.
Just be glad you didn’t give Vic an SMG, because then he’d be shooting you in the back “accidentally”.
I pit whatever the FUCK is cause the thumping noise downstairs. I’m trying to sleep, you sonofabitch!
My friend H calls me tonight:
Going to Joe’s Bar. You down?
What time?
Around 9.
Where is it, I’ve never been.
Uh…st. pete.
OK…well let me go online and look it up. Is it Joe’s at X street, Joe’s at Y street, or Joe’s restaurant?
I don’t know…the restaurant, I guess. They serve food there.
Dude…you’re going and you don’t know what the name is?
Well, I know where it is…
Then, where is it? What street? I’ll get the address online and meet you guys there.
Uh…haha. I know it when I see it.
~sigh~
Never mind. I’ll call D, he’ll know. Is he going?
I don’t know…I think so.
Grr. Thanks.
Details, dude! DETAILS help you get people together for a night out. You’re a smart guy, fercryingoutloud. Get stupid after the drinking, not before.