because 99 percent of the time they are just trying to show off. intelligence is a good thing. i hate stupid people. but there is no reason to throw around huge words with 10 syllables to get simple points across. i had a friend who used to do that all the time until they realized it made them look more like an ass than anything. i'm doing a transcription and this guy just used ubiquitous about 10 times in a row. once was fine. twice... okay. but my god, find another way to say it. and then he used it so many times i was like, what the... i began to doubt my own knowledge of what i thought the word meant. so then i had to stop and look it up.
u·biq·ui·tous adj.
Being or seeming to be everywhere at the same time; omnipresent: “plodded through the shadows fruitlessly like an ubiquitous spook” (Joseph Heller).
see, now i knew that's what it meant, he just overused it and butchered it. it is one thing to know what words mean and to use them to illustrate a point... but don't lord it over other people. and don't overuse a word. just because it was the word of the day on your tear off calendar, don't suffer the rest of the world to have to listen to you.
back to work now.
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posted by megs at 16:09
i've been trying to wrap my head around this for the last two days... help me out here.
we're sitting at trivia, and this woman walks up, hops over the little short wall, and asks for a lighter. she's wearing a nursing uniform and has a stethescope around her neck. after she lit her cigarette, she starting talking, loudly, about how she was a doctor. and then she asked us to watch her cigarette and walked inside. huh.
five minutes later she was back out with a glass of beer. she proceeds to harass huey about watching her cigarette. she says "i am so smart, because i'm a doctor, that i watched you and i know that you looked at that cigarette three times" which was bullshit because he'd actually forgotten about it and never once turned around. but my god, don't disagree with her. as we found out over the next hour, her favorite phrases were "you didn't let me finish" and "you're not listening" when in fact, she was the one who would let absolutely no one else talk.
she played a little game first and we went along because we thought it was funny. she wanted to learn everyone's name. there were six of us. it took her at least half an hour to get it right. over and over again. she kept getting it wrong. and if you tried to talk she started screaming at you. that's when it just got weird.
she mentioned at least a million times that she was a doctor. that she was very smart. that she owned a house. that she had a dog waiting for her at home that hadn't been out in 20 hours. that if she got arrested, she could bail herself out. and yet, she had only been in the country for 48 hours (moved from canada) and thought americans were all full of themselves. pshaw!
she wouldn't leave. she was there a long, long time. drinking our beer. getting offended. not listening. my friend peters just sat there in silence the whole time. he wasn't drinking anything at all. normally, he's one to start an argument. he was just trying to keep from cracking up the whole time. i kept looking at him and he'd crack this huge smile that would get me going, and then the woman would stop and say "now, you aren't listening."
it was just surreal. i've never had anyone impose on me or a group that i was in so blatantly and rudely in my entire life. and i'm amazed none of us told her to get lost and fuck off. we just sat there and put up with it for probably around three hours. it was a really weird night.
the biggest thing i'm worried about? she'll show up every week for trivia. that would suck big balls. i have my fingers crossed that we'll never hear from her again. she kept insisting that she was 25... i'm 25. there is no fucking way she was 25. she looked five years older than monica, and she's in her early 30's.
what a weird fuckin evening. especially considering how much i hate people i don't know...
and then on top of it, i get two of those kids coming to my door trying to sell magazines the next day. i'm being barraged by overly friendly, open people. and i hate that. they are telling me all about how they want to travel around the world, inviting themselves into my house... i was like woah, woah. no, i'm broke. i'll be nice, get you a paper towel and a coke cuz it's hot out here, but stay the hell outta my house. there's no room for crazy here. geez.
i think someone is playing a joke on me and sending these people to disrupt the otherwise normal flow of my life. if it's you, it's not funny.
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posted by megs at 11:56
5.25.2004
today i found out how much i'm going to get for my first commission check. this is supposed to be the small one, since i just started last month and was in training, etc. it's $470. woot! i'll be drivin a big clunker car around in no time... believe you me.
i'm also workin my ass off doing these transcriptions. i just worked a full day at work and then came home and typed for six hours. i'm exhausted. but it feels good to know that i just made the equivalent of about $250 just tonite. the only weird thing is that it is so freaking cold in our apartment. it makes it hard to type. i already have bad circulation in my fingers, and they are cold all the time, but just sitting here typing for hours on end in what feels like a meat locket doesn't help.
at least i'm not in the basement anymore. it's great that our apartment stays cooler on the bottom two levels (actually, cooler is an understatement) but it's horrible for what i'm doing. if i put on slippers my feet slip off the pedals of my transcription machine. and if i put on gloves, i can't type even half as fast. i'm considering cutting out the fingers on some gloves and trying that. i do feel dumb wearing long sleeve shirt and pants and slippers and gloves when it is 80 degrees outside. this house rocks so much :o)
our dry run for the big housewarming party went pretty well this weekend. we managed to get eight cars packed into the driveway and i think we could probably squeeze in another 2 or so. the only problem is that you have to stack them in, which makes it a bitch for people leaving. but everyone loved the house, and it has a good flow to it, and lots of different areas to hang out in. chuck actually brought up whether we would have the christmas party here this year. apparently josh says the other place may not be a gimme anymore because they are selling the complex. it's too early to worry about it, but how parties go in the mean time will definitely have some bearing on it.
the other thing is that i've been throwing my trash into a dumpster for so long that i forgot what it's like to have a trash day. we missed our first one and now we have assloads of trash (mostly pizza boxes and beer bottles oddly enough). huey says all the trash has to be in the can for the guys to take it. i'm thinking we might have to make a late night run to a dumpster in the near future to get rid of anything that doesn't fit in the can. we pay an extra $8 a month for our trash guys to walk up the driveway and pick up our trash. i know that sounds lazy, but if you saw our driveway you would understand. i had forgotten you have to pay people to do your trash. it's weird having a sanitation bill.
speaking of weird things you forget... apartments have taken a funny toll on me. the other day i was driving home from work through a neighborhood and all the mailboxes looked funny. then i realized what it was. most of them had the little flags up. and it took me the entire drive home to figure out why the mailboxes had those little red flags anyway. duh. the things you forget.
seeing how used to apartment living i am... i could easily see how someone who grew up with a silver spoon up there ass would be surprised or confused at having to do things themselves. you just don't know how and forget that there are other ways that things are done. well, no, on second thought... those people need to get out there and do shit for themselves. spoiled bastards.
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posted by megs at 00:38
5.21.2004
when you're good, you're great....
hell fuckin yeah! sure, i've only been at my job a month. and sure, whenever it gets down to the end of the month and i know we haven't been secret shopped, it gets me all nervous and i hide out more than usual because i don't want to fuck up the six month perfect scores that they have gotten of 104.5%. that is the perfect score of 100 plus all the bonus points you can get. so i've been terrified of being shopped because there is a two page list of all the things you have to say to a shopper to get points. and i just knew that i would forget one of them.
and yet, yesterday i got done early with some of my training items so i went out on the floor. and a woman came in with her very cute little girl and i talked with her about 20 minutes about different options to get her set up. then she said she had to run next door because she'd just stopped by to buy her little girl a mattress and had wanted to stop in to get info before she made her final decision. i gave her a card, thanked her for coming in and thought nothing more about it.
then today i get a call from my manager and then one from jay. i called jay back and he's all like "oh my god, megan, you got shopped". immediately visions of the horrible scores other stores have gotten started flashing through my head, along with all the very disappointed looks of my coworkers for ruining their rolling perfect score average. jay said "well, you got higher than a 90." my heart just sank. i felt horrible for about three seconds til he said "you got way higher than a 90. you got a perfect score." i literally jumped up and down.
what can i say. i like to do well. and to be recognized for doing well. and my manager being so proud of me for getting a perfect score as a new hire makes me feel good. and my teammates at the store being proud of me for not fucking up makes me feel good. and being in an environment that is competitive makes me happy, because i guess i am just one of those kinds of people. i rock.
posted by megs at 18:14
I would love my job if it wasn't for all the stupid people...
seriously. i love helping people out. when people come in with a problem and i can be all smart and superior, help them out and send them home happy, i feel really good. plus i love the fact that every single time i sell something, i can practically count the money it puts into my pocket. no, i'm not one of those people who are completely focused on money. in fact, i hate having to deal with it on a daily basis. i could never be a true gadget girl like huey wants because i just don't care about having things at all. but on the other hand, my needs are very important. case in point, i need a car. sure, i could ride CCT up to kennesaw, and maybe take a taxi from there to work... but let's be realistic. that would cost a fortune. and if i had a fortune, i would just get a car.
anyway, jay is changing stores and we are now in our new house. i will no longer be able to carpool with him to work. suddenly, i am rideless. and if this keeps up, i will also be jobless. jobless means no school and no school means no job that i want and then it just becomes this big spiraling chaotic mess where i'll be working my ass off at the local mcdonald's to be employee of the month. would you like fries with that, sir will never become a part of my vocabulary.
so that is the reason why i am, of late, so concerned with money. it's like my magic key to get the things i want. and the only way i know to get it is to work really, really hard. which, as i mentioned, isn't so bad because i love my job. what i don't love is the training. my entire last week has been spent taking a virtual training class. in my mind, that means that it virtually sucks. no wait, it actually sucked. every morning i had to log into a classroom environment which was just a big chatroom that the instructor could show us slides on. and then we had to call in to a conference call. somehow this is all supposed to go very smoothly so we can all feel like we aren't wasting time, but whenever you get 50 people together trying to do the same thing, something is sure to get all fucked up.
first off, people couldn't figure out how to mute the phone. and they kept talking about things, we could all hear them and they had no idea. no amount of instruction from the teacher could get these people to shut up, so he finally had to bring an operator on the line and get the numbers of the unmuted lines. it was like taking the names of the bad kids, so obnoxious, and it wasted a good 1/2 of time. anyways, then we had all day to do these dumb scavenger hunts and things, which wasn't too bad except we did it all on paper so i wasn't really sure how we were getting graded for any of it. there was no accountability apart from making sure you were in the chatroom and on the phone call twice a day during the scheduled times.
plus we had to do this group project and i got stuck with some real morons. one guys was okay, he had his shit together and him and i got most of the stuff handled. the other guy had this horrible northern accent and was driving me nuts because he was older and couldn't figure the whole computer thing out. the other kid was definitely young, and a total slackass, not even getting back from lunch until half way through our group work time and then apologizing by saying, "dude, i lost track of time!" i shit you not... and he had some stoner, surfer thing going on. this was all over the phone mind you, i couldn't actually tell you anything about these people. but first impressions count, especially in sales... i don't know how those two will ever get along.
anyway, i'm almost to quota for the month so i'm lookin good. its been such a crazy month and the whole damn house is still a wreck. but i can't spend time straightening it because i have to do transcriptions. and if anyone knows me, they know that i don't mind mess, but it drives completely freaking nuts to not have control. and right now that is what this house is to me... out of control. sure, things can be messy as long as i know that i could clean it all up and put stuff back where it belongs. right now, nothing belongs anywhere, it's just everywhere, and it bothers the hell outta me. hopefully i'll have time to get some stuff done tonite, and i guess the less time i waste here the more i can have there. so on that note......
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posted by megs at 10:59
5.18.2004
oh... my... god...
marathon moving. what a crazy ass concept. but it worked. somehow we managed to pack our entire apartment in one day. it helped that we spent a decent amount of money ($170) on boxes, a huge roll of plastic wrap, dish paper, bubble wrap and tape. we had all the supplies there for a perfect, seamless packing day. we started at 10 am and it went pretty well for the first couple of hours. it's funny how you pack everything in a room and it echoes. it is such a lonely sound.
it got to be about 2 in the am and i just gave out. after 16 hours of packing, my brain just dribbled out my ears and onto the floor and i started wandering around with bubble wrap just staring. i wanted to just get the biggest box possible and just stuff everything else into it. for some reason we saved the hardest room for last, the computer/art room. there was so much shit in there, plus a huge closet full of miscellaneous stored items we had accumulated over the last two years. needless to say, we did a half job on it. actually huey did an excellent job and i did no job at all, because he took pity on me in my senseless state and sent me to bed. he was up til four finishing off the room.
and by the way, for anyone considering it... hiring professional movers is such a good idea!! if you have the money, do it. they moved our entire apartment, plus some stuff from jay and josh's place, into the new house in about 4.5 hours. it was fucking amazing. these guys were practically running up and down the stairs with 50 lb. boxes. and these weren't even huge guys either. i expected some big muscle bound dudes to climb out of the truck, but they were all kind of small and wiry. but damn... they knew what they were doing. and it was really nice to be able to sit on the porch and just look down and say, "yeah, that goes in the master bedroom" or "you can just drop that in the kitchen for now" while smoking and sipping a cold beverage. sure, i felt a twinge of guilt, but these guys make good money. plus we tipped them $60 each since they did so well.
all in all, i was pleasantly surprised with the whole experience. no sore muscles or aching backs like years past. sure, everything is still in boxes, but i'm working on doing a room a night right now. it's just with jay's new big screen HDTV, it is hard to focus on anything else in the house. it's so damn cool!! and big!! and i mean BIG!!
anyway, we are having a house warming party sometime in early june. the date isn't set yet. but anyone who reads this that i know, get in touch with me through email and i'll keep you up to date. it'll be an actual party with a keg and not just a drunken monkey friday type thing. i'm not making any promises, but that is what we have planned so far. i guess i should get back to unpacking now. i've spent all day in front of a computer (which is retarded and useless in my line of work) but more on that tomorrow.
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posted by megs at 20:00
5.15.2004
moving's a bitch...
you go to clean up everything, or pack up everything, and within half an hour, all your shit is on the floor in miscellaneous piles because you wanted to dust a shelf and reorganize but now you are staring at the piles and realizing you have way too much fucking shit and can't decide if you should just throw it all away and start from scratch or actually bother to keep it and find a place for everything which you know never lasts more than a week or so and whats the point of moving things all the way across town if you are never even going to unpack them because there should be a rule that anything you haven't unpacked in the last two years since you moved from your last apartment probably isn't necessary but how can you throw out china that your grandmother gave you just because you don't have anywhere to put it and sure it's just a random wooden dowel but who knows what you could use a wooden dowel for in the future and you'd hate to throw it away and buy a new one later but the less that you take now means the less you'll have to unpack later and that is always a very good thing because you are usually too tired from all the painting, packing and cleaning to actually get your new place organized completely for at least a month which makes it feel very akward during that whole readjustment time and right now it hasn't even hit me that tomorrow night i'll be sleeping in a whole new house that will be mine because my apartment here still looks like mine and feels like mine because not a single damn thing has been packed and it just seems so useless to pack it all up just to have to unpack it again when i don't even believe it all yet anyway...
i guess it just hasn't all sunk in yet. i'm feeling a little frantic. or maybe too laid back? i guess i'm not feeling it at all yet... which is very weird. i've been in robot mode a lot lately i think.
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posted by megs at 16:26
5.10.2004
wow... so weddings, huh? i realized this weekend that i've been to five weddings in the past two years. that, my friends, is a lot of marriage going around. what is it, honestly? is there something in the water? who knows. all i know is that if one more person asked me this weekend "so when are you and huey getting married", i was going to scream and pull out my hair.
it's not that we don't think about it, or even discuss it. it's just that we have decided not yet. to list all the reasons to people really falls under the "none of your business" category. saying we aren't ready should be enough. i love that everyone says we're practically married already, what with the playing house and pretty much shared income, so we might as well just do it. in my mind, that cheapens the whole point of getting married. oh, so we are pretty much doing it now, why not just close our eyes and jump? no thanx.
there are always issues. and i'm okay with that. i'm not in any hurry. when we are ready, we'll know it. and no amount of poking and prodding from anyone else will hurry that along in anyway. trust me.
it was great to see everyone again. i saw some people that i hadn't seen in years. and i was really surprised at how i handled it. sure, it takes me awhile to warm up to people. and i'm not really good at small talk or bullshitting. i find it very dull. but i enjoyed being able to sit down and talk with people i wouldn't normally interact with. and then the ones i haven't seen in awhile... well, you don't realize how much you miss your friends until they drop into your life for just a few days. it really was great and it made me happy.
so all in all, i would give this weekend two thumbs up. there were a few roadbumps, but i've given up long ago on everything being perfect. i was very satisfibed. now comes moving. this will be another ordeal that will take weeks to actually accomplish, but i think all my panic and anal retentiveness will be for naught because it seems like it's all pretty well taken care of. we do have to pack, but getting the stuff into the boxes won't be that big a deal. and jaylee got me saturday and sunday off work so i'll really have plenty of time for it all.
i wish life was like this more often. constantly something to do. a project to focus on. i like this better. i never get bored and i don't feel like i'm wasting my time at all. i wish there were more hours in the day and that i had eight arms to do a million things at once. well, eight arms would look funny.... but these are very exciting times. i love this time of year.
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posted by megs at 22:09
5.05.2004
what is it about vacations? you look forward to them as your time to relax and then they show up and you spend all your time stressing about the best ways to spend your time to make sure you achieve maximum relaxation. or maybe that is just me being anal again. i'm such a control freak and i know it.
things to do before i leave for the wedding...
*sigh* where do i start?? the car first of all. as the major mode of transportation this trip (we will be taxi-ing some for the drinking events) it needs to be at least in good condition, if not excellent. first of all, it's filthy. it needs an oil change. and it seems to me that the transmission is slipping a little lately. well, we are leaving tomorrow, so we'll focus on really important things. like the nail in the rear passenger tire. yeah, time to get that plugged for sure. we'll have plenty of time for that stuff tomorrow i'm sure. i mean the tire stuff. fuck the rest of that until later. get there and back. that is the plan.
then there's laundry. i hate doing laundry. see all the posts on laundry. if you aren't sure which ones they are... they usually start with i hate laundry days.... so i'd like to get some done before we go. and i guess you could lump in with this figuring out what to wear to the wedding. i'm so sick of dressing for weddings. i feel like i need something new to wear to each one. and since i never have other occasions to dress up for, these weddings are becoming my main "dress shopping" event of the year. and i hate it, because i'm never comfortable. i need to find something i'm more comfy in. i think that's the plan i'll go with this time around. yes. i'm decided now. laundry and comfy wedding clothes i don't get tired of before the reception is over.
and then i wanted to dye my hair. well, not all my hairs, just some here and there. highlights to be more exact. i got a haircut today. i mean to write about that the other day, but i think i was pretending that it wasn't going to happen. i'm so paranoid about getting my hair cut. the last haircut i got was right before the christmas party....... two years ago. so it had been a really really long time. almost a year and a half. so my hair is long now. and i was afraid to get it cut b/c i was afraid it would turn out shitty and i'd have to go somewhere else to have them "fix" it and i'd end up with the same old short cut i always resort to. well, i went to a salon my sister suggested and it actually wasn't scary... no painfaul hairpulling, poking me in the eyes with scissors, or trying to comb my earrings off. also, the haircut didn't turn out half bad. i'd go so far as to say i didn't not enjoy it. yep.
so there's all that, then packing, dropping off the dog, getting together all the electronics, stressing over the budget for the weekend and a million other things i haven't even thought of yet. oooooh... i hate vacations. they are so stressful.
the worst part... i haven't even left yet and i already feel like i've forgotten something.... ahhh!! a wedding present!!!! fuck fuck fuck. yeah, i'm on it.
but that isn't even it... it's so unsettling. i hate this feeling.
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posted by megs at 23:54
5.04.2004
okay... so yeah. today was a very, very long day. you trick yourself into playing little games to get you through the day. you try to make your mind focus on little tasks that pass the time so you don't have to watch it drag by. you throw yourself into pointless projects in a desperate attempt to not die of boredom. but for some reason, after you've worked so many days straight in a row without a break, it just wears on you. no matter how much you like the job.
and today... man, some people. i just don't understand it. i would never go into a store to deal with all these things. i'm more of a minimal personal contact kind of customer. i want someone to solve my problems without having to converse with them concerning my personal life, the weather, etc. i understand that it is my job to sit there, listen to people's problems and fix them. but my god... just because you've been a customer for a year or two does not mean you should get a $200 phone for free. especially when you got a perfectly good one for free when you signed up and managed to ruin it. totally crazy. if i dropped my phone in water, or smashed it on the ground, or god forbid (and yes it's happened) dropped it in a beer... i'd suck it up and buy a new one. and if i couldn't afford the flashy $300 one i ruined, i'd pay $50 for one to last me for a little while. everyone wants free phones. they are demanding free phones. it drives me nuts. i'm sick of people telling me what they are entitled to. really.
on a good note, just one more day. and then four days of vacation. i can't wait. i'm already relaxing just thinking about it. we aren't even going to make a schedule for how this whole vacation will start. we're just going to wake up thursday, get things together and head out whenever we are ready. we figure we will get there eventually. it's a relatively short drive (four hours i think) so it really will be cake. and it'll be so nice to see everyone again. i've felt so self-involved lately with figuring out this new job and worrying about moving, etc. that i haven't talked to anyone in awhile. i have this little schedule and this little group of people i see. and while it's great... a change of scenery will be very refreshing.
i've been watching trading spaces. i'm getting back into my painting/decorating/building things mood. maybe it will all turn out horribly. but i have some ideas... good ideas. and it breaks my heart to think that the mural in my dining room is going to be painted over after i move out. maybe i don't think about it everyday, and pass it off as a piece of cake whenever anyone ooohs and aaaahs over it. but really... i love it. and i'm proud of it. and it will suck to see it go. i'm thinking of a new one to do in the house for the dining room which will technically be more of a guest/computer/treadmill room. but nothin has come to me yet. i have yet to be inspired. if anyone has any fun ideas... well, pass them along. i want to do landscape again... but of where and what is yet to be seen.
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posted by megs at 22:01
5.01.2004
and so it begins....
the house bonding has begun. not that we don't already all hang out together all the time and shoot the shit (or talk shit, whatevs) but now it's just reached a whole new level. we now have a house blog of sorts at habitat for insanity. it's nothin special, just a spot that all four of us can kind of blog to. what are the chances of this being kept up? i have a feeling it will all come about on drunken monkey fridays. we'll all sit at our wireless laptops or in the computer room at the new house, giggling to ourselves and reading over each others shoulders as we blog back and forth. it will be so incredibly geeky. otherwise the site will just rot or collect random comments from friends of ours who want to check it out. all in all, it cost 7 big ones... no wait, small ones... 7 buckaroos. a couple good nights of drunken rambling and i think it'll be worth it. i'm going to vote it becomes a house bitching forum, that way we never have to actually deal with each other in a one on one manner if something is bothering us.
because everyone knows that is how i prefer things to be. at work today i had this guy come in and start going off on me today because he wanted to take his single line plan with 3000 minutes and share it with someone else. me telling him he couldn't do it just wasn't good enough. and the family plans we offer weren't good enough. everytime i tried to explain the benefits or suggest what i thought he should do, he would just cut in and start yelling about prices and minutes. finally he just said he was going to the place down the street. i let him walk and shot a dirty look at the back of his head on the way out. i hate dealing with angry people face to face. it's one thing if they have a problem that needs solving. i love making people happy. and i love solving problems. but to be just yelled at for the sake of it? i'm not a punching bag for anyone. i know it's my job, but customers like that... fuck 'em. i don't need them that bad. they can go harass some other poor schmuck for a year. that kind of customer would be in every week or so bitching about something or another and isn't worth the headache.
long and short of it... he was back in 30 min and walked right in and asked me what plan he should use. i told him to start a new line that had its own, separate plan just like his. he said ok and i had him out the door in about five minutes. i just don't understand some people. sometimes they will come in and demand, yelling in front of other customers like that will change what is or is not in your power to do. even if i could just crap out extra minutes for people, yelling at me wouldn't inspire me one bit. instead it makes me completly apathetic to their situation.
i'm not the kind of person who ever complains about things like that. the only time in my life i've gotten angry at someone who was just doing their job... well, there wasn't even a person on the other end of the line. i'd called up a tech support line for a cable modem i was trying to install for my parents. the number was long distance, and i was prompty put on hold once the call finally went through the third time. i was only hold for almost half an hour with an annoying sing-song voice telling me my call was important and thanking me for using their service... only to be sent to voicemail at the end. i was so pissed i left a very, very nasty voice message. i admit it, that one time i blew my lid. but normally i don't get mad at the person behind the desk or at the other end of the line, even if they are completely incompetant. i've had their job and know what it's like. if i'm not happy with them, i just ask to speak to someone else. it's just that simple.
was there a point to all this? oh, moving... very soon!! closer every day! i've always associated may as a stressful time, and even though i'm not in school that is true again. plus... yay yay!! the need for a car has become so desparate that i'm actually considering taking jaylee up on an offer. his dad is selling some car he owns that is apparently in good condition. i will take their word on this, but only because i know where his son lives (with me, duh). so i could get this car for $1700. which is totally cake. and then i'd have something. next year this time, i'll have my ccards paid off, my credit will be less crappy though not golden, and i could actually get a car i want. i like the way it sounds. settling you say? beggars can't be choosers huey tells me to repeat this to myself. and he's right. i'm getting a lot that i want this year, there's no reason to try to get everything at once. i figure i've got plenty of time to be super demanding later.
