Thanks. It's not a huge deal for me. I can still move my fingers, so I can still write. Plus, a broken arm does get me out of a lot of the boring Christmas chores, like cleaning, cooking and all that. I think I was trying to make a point that people always complain, even when talking to people who has a lot more to complain about, but never do. I know you're busy and want to go home. That doesn't mean I broke my arm on purpose, just to annoy you.
"After he got me a special keyboard, and wheeled me up the stairs, he put a straw in the coffee pot. Taking the munchkins skiing down a mountain and hitting a tree, has improved my writing ten fold. Already on the fourth novel in my series about an average dame in Oklahoma, who happens to be a witch during the 1800's who rides a sand worm, and bakes uranium chip cookies. "Either that or I am in a self aware morphine coma and am now hearing colors, and seeing all those awful Christmas songs...either way, life is good."
Double whinge. My sister and her family use this online gift registry thing. Quite useful, the family member fills out what they want, and it then gets passed around to everyone else, but if you sign up to buy something, it shows that that item has been spoken for and Junior avoids getting six Morning Musume (or whatever) t-shirts. However, the geniuses who designed the site didn't allow it to have clickable links within the request section, so it's copy and paste the link into a new tab, check the price, remember that Sis is in a far different tax bracket than I am, copy and paste the next link, gasp at those prices... Second whinge: Copy and paste the link and get routed to the page informing me that sorry, we don't ship to Japan. Ever occur to you that I'm not shopping for myself, fuckwits? Won't even give me a price for the item since I live in the Wrong Part of the World. Wait, there's a "select country to ship to" tab, let's click that, find the USA, and.... ...get routed to the main page of a monster sporting goods store that sells everything from AKs to fox urine to actual live foxes to where's the clothing department I was just looking at a hiking jacket nope it doesn't seem to exist if you come in the front door dammit fuckit yer gettin' a book or something.
Never too late to get them set up with a fox hunt in Siberia, they can always get a jacket for that adventure. On the other hand, that really blows that the site you were at was piss poorly designed. They should automatically display at least a price for the goods they sell in the catalogue, and not make you have to go to an accessory page just to find out. Honestly they must not get a lot of business with such a screwed up site setup.
I have to write a rough draft of the final research paper for my history class. It's due in eight hours, the final draft is due on Friday, and it'll be worth 35% of the class grade. The topic: Dorothea Dix and mental health reform. Oh yeah, and I just finished writing an essay on how compromise contributed to the start of the Civil War. I'm so irritated right now. I mean, it's all interesting stuff to read about, but essay writing for me is like pulling teeth. Agh... just fuck a truck and call me Shirley.
If you insist, but please wear protection. Don't want to end up with any Chevrolets. That is rough, and I hope you get it all done on time. I wish you luck, and happy researching.
An excerpt from recent dealings with a government department after authentication and being on hold for 20 minutes: Me: Hello, I seem to have a problem downloading your urgent correspondence about my council rates. Operator: Let me see if I can investigate this. (Another 10 minutes being kept company by Barry Manilow hold music) Operator: It appears that your rates are in arrears. You should have downloaded the notice. You opted for online accounts so you have to download them. We don't post them out and we can't email them because of security issues. Me: I never received the correspondence. That's why I'm calling. The system throws an error message saying 'Error 24: Please try again later' every time I try to download my documents. Operator: I'm very sorry to hear that, sir, I'll just check. (The same Barry Manilow hold music. Every time they put me on hold, the same songs start playing again. I can now recite every damn word from Copacabana backwards) Operator: It appears that a few of our clients have issues downloading correspondence. We're not sure when that will be resolved. However, I can tell you that if you do not pay your account, interest and penalties will continue to accrue. Me: I know you have an outage policy of not charging interest and penalties if the failure to do so is as a result of circumstances beyond the control of the ratepayer. I request that you rescind the interest and penalties. Operator: I'm sorry, sir. That provision applies to natural disasters and website outages only. Me: But it is a website outage! Operator: If you look at our system availability page, you'll see that there is no outage. Me: But your website isn't working! I can't get my correspondence. Operator: We only publish on that page if the website is down. This issue only affects a small number of ratepayers and it's therefore not classified as an outage. Me: So, let me get this straight. You won't post the account to me because I signed up for online accounts, you cannot email me the accounts because of security issues and I can't download the correspondence because your website is broken, so I can't find out what's outstanding. You also won't rescind the late payment penalties because, despite the website being broken, it only affects what you claim is a small number of ratepayers? Operator: That's correct sir. Me: That's ridiculous! Operator: I'm sorry, sir, but you're being aggressive. I can't keep talking to you if you're going to be aggressive. Me: How do I get my account, then? Operator: I've told you, sir. You opted for online statements, so you have to download them. Me: How do I download them? Can't you just tell me the balances over the phone? Operator: I've explained this to you already. You download them from the website. I can't tell you the figures as you opted for secure online correspondence only. Me: And how do I download the correspondence? Operator: Our records show that you've successfully downloaded your accounts in the past, so you're just wasting my time. You already know how to download the correspondence. Me: It did work in the past. It doesn't work now! Operator: I warned you not to be aggressive. I'm terminating this call due to your aggression. <<Click>> No more Barry Manilow music, thankfully.
My FWW is that this irritated me beyond measure, and yet it didn't even happen to me. Maybe it should be a TTAMBS (Things that annoy me, but shouldn't).
Sure, they're cute when they're little Sprints, but what are you going to do and they grow up into Aztecs and HHRs.
Keep them away and teach them about those 'special snowflake' types. You gotta give them a chance to understand that IRL you can't just make shit up cause you wanna be a damn 'victim' to facts and reality.
I'd never seen an HHR before, thanks for that. Reminds me of that godawful thing that came out around the same time as the Prowler, some sort of minivan/hatchback thing with "retro" styling, maybe a Plymouth? Ugly as sin anyway, although not as bad as a peak-cladding Aztek.
Is this guy a fucking amnesiac? That was a neat, round full circle! I'm with flawed personality, that gives me hives. If it were me I'd have smashed something. Probably the phone.
PT Cruiser. A re-bodied Neon. I had one a few years ago, and it was fun to drive and had a ton of headroom.
Yeah, finally remembered the name, looked it up, and... the same guy designed the PT Cruiser and the HHR, so that's one mystery solved.
What you do now is take this up with your local councillor- they kick the head of service somewhere painful and the council offers a grovelling apology and a refund of all late charges... to be fair the operator will be a minimum wage monkey with no authority to do anything that deviates from script
Dammit!!!! I forgot to take the recycling can to the curb last night and just now heard the truck go by. The recycling truck only comes every two weeks, and I always have far more recyclables than trash. (Grammar edit.)
Lucky you. I have to take my garbage and recyclables to the dumptransfer station. As a regular thing. And it's an inconveniently long drive. Fortunately, I have a large garage and can store crap for months.
For a second I thought you meant "Stay the fuck out of my kitchen boy, I have knives!" would be a good prompt, and I have to say I agree with that.
