MOTHER FUCKING BEST BUY!!!
(Lots of swearing...this is your final warning.)
So, around I started having problems with my laptop last semester...it wouldn't charge and hold a charge. So, finally, I got home and decided to take it in to get fixed. CompUSA (where we bought the computer) went out of business, so we had to take it to Best Buy. (Mom wasn't crazy about that...she doesn't like their service.)
Well, after this...I don't either.
I took them the computer a week before we went to Virginia. The associate examined my jack and said that yes, it was loose. He opened my computer and turned it on and showed me the screen to say that everything else was all right...which it was. Clear picture and everything. He said that the jack would be about $100 to replace, give or take. I gave them the $90 nonrefundable deposit to send the computer out to get fixed.
They called to give me the estimate while we were on vacation. I got back and checked messages. My "loose jack and cracked LCD panel" were going to cost over $800 to fix! What happened to my $100 estimate? What cracked LCD panel? My mom told me that that was my display. I had no display issues...the associate showed me that. I called them and said that there was no way I was paying $800 to fix a three-year-old laptop. By the time I called, they said that the computer was in the store and ready to be picked up...unrepaired. Apparently, they didn't want to leave it at headquarters and shipped it back. I picked it up, unrepaired and took it home.
In the mean time, my mom ordered me a new laptop computer to replace the old one. The new computer was about $700 and came in a day before I picked up my old computer from Best Buy. I didn't really want a new one...but if it was between dropping money to fix an old one or buy a new one, the new one was the better solution.
Tonight, my mom and I decided to start moving materials from my old one to my new one on the little battery that was still left. My mom opened my old computer and there it was...the LCD panel was cracked. Half of the screen was grayish-blue, right were the obvious cracks were on my screen.
Best Buy had broken my laptop. Those mother fuckers dropped my laptop and then corporate gave me the estimate so that I could pay for it! They didn't even tell corporate that they dropped my computer. They expected me to front the damages!! If they hadn't dropped my fucking computer, my parents wouldn't have had to spend their money to replace it...they spent $700 to buy me a new computer when we could have spent $100 to fix the old one.
Those mother fucking assholes!
Tomorrow, I am working from 11am-3pm. Then, I am taking my computer over to Best Buy and giving their manager a fucking piece of my mind...I am going to destory this man. How the HELL do they do this!!
*roars* T-Minus 16 hours until the death of Best Buy.
I have no talent in the arts. I just don't. I'm getting so aggravted with myself and I just can't handle it.
Jazz today was a complete and utter disaster. Thankfully our teacher was back. We continued learning the dance combination she taught the class last week when I was sick in the car on the way back from Virginia. She gave those of us who weren't there a crash course from what they learned last week...which was much more difficult than our previous combination. Then she added on. We had to run the routine in small groups and I was so fucking lost it wasn't even funny. Aside from being the most out of shape of everyone in the class, I have concluded that I just don't have the attitude for jazz. (No pun intended.) Then she had the nerve to tell us that for just learning it that it looked wonderful. Bullshit. I know it looked like terrible.
What I did in class today (crash course and then perform) is exactly the problem I'm having with dance auditions. I can't pick up routines that quickly and perform them. That is why I am taking the class...to learn that. So that when I get down to Disney I may be the most out of shape person at the dance audition, but at least I'll be able to move. The goal is that I'll be able to use my knowledge and minor training in these dance classes to possibly get an internship slot in a parade or on a stage show. But not with my performance today. No way.
So, I'm no dancer. Dancers don't do that poorly in class, come home, and take it out on Burger King and angel food cake.
I'm also not a singer. Not by a long shot. The one thing that has been helpful this summer is that, through the magic of singing to my B'way songs in the car, I have slowly began to develop a minor verbratto. Not much of one, but a tiny one. My singing seems to improving with these car sessions, but it's not anywhere near impressive. It's not Concert Choir quality...or musical lead quality...and certainely not Disney stage show quality.
The fact that I am obviously not a singer and not a dancer makes me wonder why I got cast in Collegians. Yes, I sucked up to Ms. Kwan and selflessly reminded her that I was a senior and that this was my last shot...not to mention that I'm on her good side. But people in Collegians can either really sing (like Maria), really dance (like Karina), or can do both (like Davey). You can either do one or the other or you can do both. I'm not a singer and I'm not a dancer...why am I in Collegians?
I'm also starting to doubt my acting abilities quite a bit. I got called out at the Lucy Hayes presentation...some lady caught me off guard with a question I didn't know and I completely broke character...very obviously...and I stuttered through the first part of my letters. I wasn't prepared. There are so many people who are more talented actors/actresses than I am. As excited as I am for the Irene Ryans, I know I don't stand a chance of advancing. It's just a 'Berg thing. If Davey, Seth, Seth, and Leslie couldn't get to the second level, how the hell am I supposed to? I'm not expecting it...all I'm really expecting is to go and do the 'Berg proud...but I'm worried about that. I don't have a partner yet (nor have I really stopped to think about that)...I haven't picked up a scene or monologue book all summer.
I truly am my own worst critic. I think I have lost all faith in myself when it comes to the arts.
What's my career goal, again?
So, around I started having problems with my laptop last semester...it wouldn't charge and hold a charge. So, finally, I got home and decided to take it in to get fixed. CompUSA (where we bought the computer) went out of business, so we had to take it to Best Buy. (Mom wasn't crazy about that...she doesn't like their service.)
Well, after this...I don't either.
I took them the computer a week before we went to Virginia. The associate examined my jack and said that yes, it was loose. He opened my computer and turned it on and showed me the screen to say that everything else was all right...which it was. Clear picture and everything. He said that the jack would be about $100 to replace, give or take. I gave them the $90 nonrefundable deposit to send the computer out to get fixed.
They called to give me the estimate while we were on vacation. I got back and checked messages. My "loose jack and cracked LCD panel" were going to cost over $800 to fix! What happened to my $100 estimate? What cracked LCD panel? My mom told me that that was my display. I had no display issues...the associate showed me that. I called them and said that there was no way I was paying $800 to fix a three-year-old laptop. By the time I called, they said that the computer was in the store and ready to be picked up...unrepaired. Apparently, they didn't want to leave it at headquarters and shipped it back. I picked it up, unrepaired and took it home.
In the mean time, my mom ordered me a new laptop computer to replace the old one. The new computer was about $700 and came in a day before I picked up my old computer from Best Buy. I didn't really want a new one...but if it was between dropping money to fix an old one or buy a new one, the new one was the better solution.
Tonight, my mom and I decided to start moving materials from my old one to my new one on the little battery that was still left. My mom opened my old computer and there it was...the LCD panel was cracked. Half of the screen was grayish-blue, right were the obvious cracks were on my screen.
Best Buy had broken my laptop. Those mother fuckers dropped my laptop and then corporate gave me the estimate so that I could pay for it! They didn't even tell corporate that they dropped my computer. They expected me to front the damages!! If they hadn't dropped my fucking computer, my parents wouldn't have had to spend their money to replace it...they spent $700 to buy me a new computer when we could have spent $100 to fix the old one.
Those mother fucking assholes!
Tomorrow, I am working from 11am-3pm. Then, I am taking my computer over to Best Buy and giving their manager a fucking piece of my mind...I am going to destory this man. How the HELL do they do this!!
*roars* T-Minus 16 hours until the death of Best Buy.
I have no talent in the arts. I just don't. I'm getting so aggravted with myself and I just can't handle it.
Jazz today was a complete and utter disaster. Thankfully our teacher was back. We continued learning the dance combination she taught the class last week when I was sick in the car on the way back from Virginia. She gave those of us who weren't there a crash course from what they learned last week...which was much more difficult than our previous combination. Then she added on. We had to run the routine in small groups and I was so fucking lost it wasn't even funny. Aside from being the most out of shape of everyone in the class, I have concluded that I just don't have the attitude for jazz. (No pun intended.) Then she had the nerve to tell us that for just learning it that it looked wonderful. Bullshit. I know it looked like terrible.
What I did in class today (crash course and then perform) is exactly the problem I'm having with dance auditions. I can't pick up routines that quickly and perform them. That is why I am taking the class...to learn that. So that when I get down to Disney I may be the most out of shape person at the dance audition, but at least I'll be able to move. The goal is that I'll be able to use my knowledge and minor training in these dance classes to possibly get an internship slot in a parade or on a stage show. But not with my performance today. No way.
So, I'm no dancer. Dancers don't do that poorly in class, come home, and take it out on Burger King and angel food cake.
I'm also not a singer. Not by a long shot. The one thing that has been helpful this summer is that, through the magic of singing to my B'way songs in the car, I have slowly began to develop a minor verbratto. Not much of one, but a tiny one. My singing seems to improving with these car sessions, but it's not anywhere near impressive. It's not Concert Choir quality...or musical lead quality...and certainely not Disney stage show quality.
The fact that I am obviously not a singer and not a dancer makes me wonder why I got cast in Collegians. Yes, I sucked up to Ms. Kwan and selflessly reminded her that I was a senior and that this was my last shot...not to mention that I'm on her good side. But people in Collegians can either really sing (like Maria), really dance (like Karina), or can do both (like Davey). You can either do one or the other or you can do both. I'm not a singer and I'm not a dancer...why am I in Collegians?
I'm also starting to doubt my acting abilities quite a bit. I got called out at the Lucy Hayes presentation...some lady caught me off guard with a question I didn't know and I completely broke character...very obviously...and I stuttered through the first part of my letters. I wasn't prepared. There are so many people who are more talented actors/actresses than I am. As excited as I am for the Irene Ryans, I know I don't stand a chance of advancing. It's just a 'Berg thing. If Davey, Seth, Seth, and Leslie couldn't get to the second level, how the hell am I supposed to? I'm not expecting it...all I'm really expecting is to go and do the 'Berg proud...but I'm worried about that. I don't have a partner yet (nor have I really stopped to think about that)...I haven't picked up a scene or monologue book all summer.
I truly am my own worst critic. I think I have lost all faith in myself when it comes to the arts.
What's my career goal, again?