Half-way through a CVS application, I closed the tab, because really.  Don't I have one too many jobs in customer service as it is?  Ugh.  I wish they'd post salary, because I would so trade anyways, but if the salary is less than my current...I can't settle.  I also found a job as a medical biller at a psychiatrist's clinic.  Do I know medical ( Read more... )

I've decided that the most effective form of torture is witnessing someone fail to properly use his own language.  Am I Grammar Police? I am fucking Grammar Swat Team.  It is bad enough seeing my beloved language mangled at work on misprinted signs and notes, but the torment does not stop there.  No, because I stupidly accepted some coworkers on ( Read more... )

It appears as though The Tire Saga continues...last time, the driver's rear tire finally had been patched, albeit suspiciously.  See, the manager of TLE told me he could not patch my tire because it had sidewall damage that made the tire unsafe to drive on.  But when they had my tires in stock, the technician only did a patch job.  Today, Mom was ( Read more... )

I just.  I can't even deal this week.  My car tire caught a nail, which I failed to find until I'd ruined the tire, and I still haven't replaced it at work yet because they didn't have the correct tire in stock.  So.  I'm driving around like an idiot on my little spare tire, and probably giving Mom mini-heart attacks.

For the past week, I've either ( Read more... )

Our internet basically blew up again, so I've been limited in my accessibility.  It sucks, guys.

Baking Party was equal parts fun and frustrating.  Everyone else brought pre-made store bought dough, which kind of defeats the purpose of a baking party, but whatever, I got totally messed up before people came over with Ryan, so I was in my own little ( Read more... )

Babycakes was supposed to come home today, but so far no news from the mechanic.  I've decided I don't trust mechanics, mainly because I'm an oblivious young woman and any transaction where I need my father present to ensure I don't get fleeced makes me suspicious.  Also: almost got a great tax return, but since the parents wanted me to be listed ( Read more... )