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My apologies for writing such an entry... usually I don't indulge in such behavior, but today... I think it's okay.
But, if anything... I hope you don’t mind. D:
This weekend about the only good news I got was from tempestamorte , who told my favorite band of all time, L’Arc~en~Ciel will come the United States next year, and that eternalshiva is back to writing epic pr0nz! Beyond that, it was one bullshit after another.
First let’s begin with my iPod.
It broke.
That piece of shit!
I know what you’re thinking, why must people always be so ungrateful and illogical when they’re pissed… that I was perfectly happy with it while it was working fine, blah blah blah… well, it’s human nature to be irrational in such situations. The ultimate source of human stupidity, and, believe me, I know. for I’ve fallen prey to it more times than I should. I know better that,when you act in the midst of anger, bad shit always happens.
So… all of Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning I spent fucking around with the iPod, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. The only thing I managed to fix was 29.7GB’s of its 160GB hard drive-yes, I have a large music collection-and, well, this would simply not do.
After countless attempts to try to wipe the iPod’s hard drive and having this or that error making such action result in absolute failure, I finally threw in the towel (No, my silly little Almanac… restoring the iPod did nothing. iTunes is made of so much fail, it’s not even funny). God knows all the hissy fits I threw over this stupid iPod, or to be more accurate, "Paperweight." You can ask eternalshiva about it. She had to sit through most of it, and the poor soul was so excited about getting her mojo back, but there I was... toooooo busy being a cranky pain in the ass.
She’s such an epic friend… really, it’s because of friends like her that slowly but surely I’ve learned that the only people who can really be my friends are those who are willing to forgive my retardism and borderline sociopath tendencies, and of that, eternalshiva has PLENTY of experience.
Anyway, so yesterday I go to the Apple store, because you know… them bitches lured me in not only with the .mp3 player monopoly they control (Sourgrapes101 is the only person in the world I know that doesn’t own an iPod, lawlz… way to put his business out in the open, huh!), but also with the 10% discount I would get when I exchanged my piece of shit paperweight-I mean!... old iPod…
So I exchange it… they gave me a silver iPod and didn’t even ask me. In my head, I was all “WTF,
my old iPod was black! I want it black, dammit!” but I was too much of a pussy to speak up. To be honest, I don’t even know if they carry the iPod classic in black anymore, and at this point in time it's pointless to find out. But then… I figured it didn’t really matter, and, looking at the bright side of things, now my iPod matches with Mr. Silver (my car… can you guess the color, my dear gullible Almanac? Lol… probably not *pats in the head*
).
After I’m done dumping $300 (2-year warranty included, I’m such a sucker!
) into Steve Job’s pocket-as if he needs my money, tche!-I go into this sushi place for lunch, and you see, my beloved Almanac… don’t believe all the hype about sushi. If you become a sushi snob like me, you will soon discover that most sushi places are absolute overpriced crap. Like, seriously… what is it with sushi restaurant owners… just because you own a sushi restaurant that doesn’t mean you can rip people off with shitty rolls overstuffed with rice, sour cream, and a pice of fish smaller than a penny. What’s worse was the they even fucked up the miso soup. How much of a lousy cook do you have to be to fuck up miso soup? Oh, and don’t even get me started on their Katsu-don.
I finally went home and the rest of the day went mostly uneventful with me dumping over 6,000 songs into my new iPod (and I'm not even done!). I spent a long time doing this and did not go to bed until sometime after 11PM. Needless to say, since I go to work VERY early, I knew my day would be rather painful. Surprisingly, I didn’t have any problem getting up, but when I was at work… man… as Shikamaru would say… what a drag… and quite literally.
Being that I got a new job title, I have the fortune of being tasked with boring, super dry training. However, when I start my training, the server where I’m supposed to conduct such training doesn’t feel like cooperating, and to my luck, the only guy who can fix it is off for the day-something about being sick.
So there I was with nothing to do, and since you know me so well, my dear Almanac, you are very much right to assume that I HATE sitting there with nothing to do. So, me, being the dork that I am, I go to this very nice lady who’s always got plenty to do, so I ask her if she needs help in something, and she does, but hey, first she has to teach me how stuff works, so she does (or more like attempts to do so), and then lunch time comes along. I decide to go visit Miles (my partner in crime from my last job) and we catch up, and blab all kinds of nonsense.
I only visited for about 15 minutes, and when I come back, the stupid server is still down (over six hourrs, wtf!), and I go to the nice lady to continue showing me stuff, and she does, but after a while we call it a day because she doesn’t want to overwhelm me with too much information, and then once again I find myself with nothing to do. However, me being the little productive wannabe busy body that I am, I decide to log on to the intranetz to look up a book on XML, because a lot of the stuff the nice lady is explaining to me has to do with that, and regrettably it’s all going over my head because I only have a VERY general idea of how XML works, so I figure I can stop by Borders or Barnes & Noble after work and buy the best book based on reader reviews about XML, and at that very instant, the Team Leader for my group shows up on my desk. He comes with a nice smile, but I know better, because, shit, I’m trouble.
I don't know what about, but I recognize that "You fucked up
" look when I see it.
“You missed the meeting at noon,” he says with his very thick Arabic accent.
"Fuck,
" I think. "I sure did." You see, my beloved Almanac, that morning while I had been in the midst of my training, he had sent an email about a meeting at noon. I had even written it on a sticky note and stuck it to my monitor, because, seriously, who the fuck has a meeting at noon? I was guaranteed to forget it if I didn’t write it down somewhere. Well… apparently I was too busy trying to find something to do, and being bored out of my mind that I forgot said meeting and had gone off to catch up with Miles not five minutes before the meeting was supposed to start, and no one knew where I had taken off to, so…. Yeah. You get the picture.
So… I was honest with Mr. Arabic, and I told him it slipped my mind, and he was all, “So what you been up to?” And I tell him about the stupid server not responding, and how I just asked the nice lady to show me stuff, and he didn’t seem to like that. So he tells me, “Well, when that happens, you can ask so-and-so to give you something to do, or you can do this, this, and that.”
I didn’t know about the "doing this, this or that," but I did ask so-and-so if there was anything to do, and she said there wasn’t, so I told her I’d be with the nice lady and she was okay with it, so what the fuck, what gives? Why is he chewing me out with that creepy nice smile?
Then it clicks…. Fuck…. He’s a control freak. Great…
just the last thing I need… a micro-manager to watch my every step. My last Team Leader was so chill about everything, man, I think I’m spoiled. This is bad. He doesn’t want me to get involved with other parts of the project because he knows everyone needs help, but then, bitch… don’t take it out on me that no one seems to have a clue what to do with me when the server’s down. I’m not going to just sit there and do nothing. This was exactly what I had asked the big wig when he assigned me to this new job… if is there anyone I need to answer to, tell me know ‘cuz I know enough about corporate America, there being too many chiefs and not enough Indians, and stepping on people’s toes… boy do I know
And of course, he was all “Oh, you answer to me or so-and-so.” See that? No mention of Mr. Arabic, and Mr. Arabic, turns out, seems to be running the show. Lovely. So here I am, my silly little Almanac… stepping on Arabic toes, making a knot of chain of command, and as for so-and-so, who’s supposed to give me shit to do, well, she doesn’t seem to have a clue. Sigh… at least so-and-so is nice, and I’ll cut her some slack ‘cuz she just got back from vacation and her epic tan seems to be interfering with her getting back to work-mode. I don’t blame her. Chances are I wouldn’t be giving a damn about anything either if I had a tan that epic.
I finally leave work.
FREEDOM!
Drive home, have my typical turret’s-like outburst of road rage, and head to Home Depot because, as you know, my dear Almanac, when I moved to this house, I had a bit of a problem with ants and, well, I killed them bitches. Yet, as of a couple of days ago, they came back, and with an Air Force to boot. That’s right… flying ants, besides the already very annoying ground troops. So today, I decide I’ve had just about enough of these bitches, and get some hardcore bug killer.
The one I had was organic because I was afraid Prieto would get poisoned, but me and Prieto are just going to have to take our chances. The war was on. I would buy the strong shit and annihilate them all.
Prieto will just have to stay away from the area I’d be bombing. When I’m at Home Depot, the urge I had ignored at work to go pee really kicks in, and, seriously… curse women for having such a short urinary tract. That shit hurts like a muthafucka if you hold it too long!
So I pay for the my bug killer artillery and landmines and
to my car, deciding I’d piss at home. Bathrooms in Home Depot were at the other end of the store, so I figured, might as well wait. I drive home, and when I’m taking out the bug killer arsenal out of the car, and my workbag, I discover that my cell is missing. Great… WTF is Mr. Droid? Needless to say, I seem to have left it at Home Depot on the self-check-out register.
lkjsfakjldfd …!!! I slammed Mr. Silver’s door so hard, I’m surprised the window didn’t shatter. I also slam the front door of the house, and when I’m squirming my way to the bathroom, my button decides to be a bitch, and believe me, it’s a miracle I didn’t rip my pants in two trying to take them off.
Then…. *insert biiiiiiig (albeit angry) sigh of relief* Yep. The joys of taking a leak.
I finish with that business and go back to Home Depot. I find my phone (praise baby Jesus!) on the tiny podium of guy who overlooks the self-checkout registers. But the bitch is walking away, and, hell no! I am not waiting until he comes back from his smoking break, I’ve had enough of a shitty day at work, and I feel bad about just snatching the phone from his little table because it’s just sitting out there in the open It's not until later that I consider being recorded stealing my own phone by the security cameras. So I stop him, and he was all looking at me all
, and I’m all thinking, “Bitch, you saw me when I paid not 15 mins ago. It’s my damn phone, and you’re just pissed you can’t keep it because I have a password on it, and you’d have to hack it to make it work! Lasdkjflskjdf
” But then I tell him what register I used, what kidn of phone it is, yadda yadda yadda, and he finally gives it to me, but not without a “You’re a retard for leaving your phone behind” look... or...
. I felt like giving him a
look right back, but he DID keep my phone and gave it back, so I just smiled and said thank you. It was easy to smile, you know, ‘cuz I was just glad I didn’t have to exchange my phone. I had already exchanged my iPod, dammit! And even if exchanging my phone would be free ‘cuz I haz insurance, it’d still be a pain in the ass to have to go to the store to get a new one (sync my contacts list, etc.) when I’m already having such a shitty day.
When I finally get home, I’m so damn out of it, I just crash and pass out for about two hours, but not without having a mini-bitch fest with eternalshiva
lol… she kinda bailed on me, but it was for a good cause, my husband (a story for a future entry… man, I have so many of those already) was having a very high fever
Anyway, in the midst of my nap, I get a text message, and a gazillion phone calls… being the pissy cunt that I’ve been all day, I ignored them all, thinking, “So much for getting my phone back llakdsjfklasdjfkladsjflkajdsf
“ Should’ve turned that bitch off, but what’s done is done. I took a shower afterwards… a very nice long shower, so here I am now. Yay! Glad the day’s over, and drinking a tall glass of iced water.
So there ya go, Mr. Almanac. Is nice to spam you again… man, I missed doing this
But, if anything... I hope you don’t mind. D:
This weekend about the only good news I got was from tempestamorte , who told my favorite band of all time, L’Arc~en~Ciel will come the United States next year, and that eternalshiva is back to writing epic pr0nz! Beyond that, it was one bullshit after another.
First let’s begin with my iPod.
It broke.
That piece of shit!
I know what you’re thinking, why must people always be so ungrateful and illogical when they’re pissed… that I was perfectly happy with it while it was working fine, blah blah blah… well, it’s human nature to be irrational in such situations. The ultimate source of human stupidity, and, believe me, I know. for I’ve fallen prey to it more times than I should. I know better that,when you act in the midst of anger, bad shit always happens.
So… all of Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning I spent fucking around with the iPod, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. The only thing I managed to fix was 29.7GB’s of its 160GB hard drive-yes, I have a large music collection-and, well, this would simply not do.
After countless attempts to try to wipe the iPod’s hard drive and having this or that error making such action result in absolute failure, I finally threw in the towel (No, my silly little Almanac… restoring the iPod did nothing. iTunes is made of so much fail, it’s not even funny). God knows all the hissy fits I threw over this stupid iPod, or to be more accurate, "Paperweight." You can ask eternalshiva about it. She had to sit through most of it, and the poor soul was so excited about getting her mojo back, but there I was... toooooo busy being a cranky pain in the ass.
She’s such an epic friend… really, it’s because of friends like her that slowly but surely I’ve learned that the only people who can really be my friends are those who are willing to forgive my retardism and borderline sociopath tendencies, and of that, eternalshiva has PLENTY of experience.
Anyway, so yesterday I go to the Apple store, because you know… them bitches lured me in not only with the .mp3 player monopoly they control (Sourgrapes101 is the only person in the world I know that doesn’t own an iPod, lawlz… way to put his business out in the open, huh!), but also with the 10% discount I would get when I exchanged my piece of shit paperweight-I mean!... old iPod…
So I exchange it… they gave me a silver iPod and didn’t even ask me. In my head, I was all “WTF,
my old iPod was black! I want it black, dammit!” but I was too much of a pussy to speak up. To be honest, I don’t even know if they carry the iPod classic in black anymore, and at this point in time it's pointless to find out. But then… I figured it didn’t really matter, and, looking at the bright side of things, now my iPod matches with Mr. Silver (my car… can you guess the color, my dear gullible Almanac? Lol… probably not *pats in the head*
).
After I’m done dumping $300 (2-year warranty included, I’m such a sucker!
) into Steve Job’s pocket-as if he needs my money, tche!-I go into this sushi place for lunch, and you see, my beloved Almanac… don’t believe all the hype about sushi. If you become a sushi snob like me, you will soon discover that most sushi places are absolute overpriced crap. Like, seriously… what is it with sushi restaurant owners… just because you own a sushi restaurant that doesn’t mean you can rip people off with shitty rolls overstuffed with rice, sour cream, and a pice of fish smaller than a penny. What’s worse was the they even fucked up the miso soup. How much of a lousy cook do you have to be to fuck up miso soup? Oh, and don’t even get me started on their Katsu-don.
I finally went home and the rest of the day went mostly uneventful with me dumping over 6,000 songs into my new iPod (and I'm not even done!). I spent a long time doing this and did not go to bed until sometime after 11PM. Needless to say, since I go to work VERY early, I knew my day would be rather painful. Surprisingly, I didn’t have any problem getting up, but when I was at work… man… as Shikamaru would say… what a drag… and quite literally.
Being that I got a new job title, I have the fortune of being tasked with boring, super dry training. However, when I start my training, the server where I’m supposed to conduct such training doesn’t feel like cooperating, and to my luck, the only guy who can fix it is off for the day-something about being sick.
So there I was with nothing to do, and since you know me so well, my dear Almanac, you are very much right to assume that I HATE sitting there with nothing to do. So, me, being the dork that I am, I go to this very nice lady who’s always got plenty to do, so I ask her if she needs help in something, and she does, but hey, first she has to teach me how stuff works, so she does (or more like attempts to do so), and then lunch time comes along. I decide to go visit Miles (my partner in crime from my last job) and we catch up, and blab all kinds of nonsense.
I only visited for about 15 minutes, and when I come back, the stupid server is still down (over six hourrs, wtf!), and I go to the nice lady to continue showing me stuff, and she does, but after a while we call it a day because she doesn’t want to overwhelm me with too much information, and then once again I find myself with nothing to do. However, me being the little productive wannabe busy body that I am, I decide to log on to the intranetz to look up a book on XML, because a lot of the stuff the nice lady is explaining to me has to do with that, and regrettably it’s all going over my head because I only have a VERY general idea of how XML works, so I figure I can stop by Borders or Barnes & Noble after work and buy the best book based on reader reviews about XML, and at that very instant, the Team Leader for my group shows up on my desk. He comes with a nice smile, but I know better, because, shit, I’m trouble.
I don't know what about, but I recognize that "You fucked up
" look when I see it.
“You missed the meeting at noon,” he says with his very thick Arabic accent.
"Fuck,
" I think. "I sure did." You see, my beloved Almanac, that morning while I had been in the midst of my training, he had sent an email about a meeting at noon. I had even written it on a sticky note and stuck it to my monitor, because, seriously, who the fuck has a meeting at noon? I was guaranteed to forget it if I didn’t write it down somewhere. Well… apparently I was too busy trying to find something to do, and being bored out of my mind that I forgot said meeting and had gone off to catch up with Miles not five minutes before the meeting was supposed to start, and no one knew where I had taken off to, so…. Yeah. You get the picture.
So… I was honest with Mr. Arabic, and I told him it slipped my mind, and he was all, “So what you been up to?” And I tell him about the stupid server not responding, and how I just asked the nice lady to show me stuff, and he didn’t seem to like that. So he tells me, “Well, when that happens, you can ask so-and-so to give you something to do, or you can do this, this, and that.”
I didn’t know about the "doing this, this or that," but I did ask so-and-so if there was anything to do, and she said there wasn’t, so I told her I’d be with the nice lady and she was okay with it, so what the fuck, what gives? Why is he chewing me out with that creepy nice smile?
Then it clicks…. Fuck…. He’s a control freak. Great…
just the last thing I need… a micro-manager to watch my every step. My last Team Leader was so chill about everything, man, I think I’m spoiled. This is bad. He doesn’t want me to get involved with other parts of the project because he knows everyone needs help, but then, bitch… don’t take it out on me that no one seems to have a clue what to do with me when the server’s down. I’m not going to just sit there and do nothing. This was exactly what I had asked the big wig when he assigned me to this new job… if is there anyone I need to answer to, tell me know ‘cuz I know enough about corporate America, there being too many chiefs and not enough Indians, and stepping on people’s toes… boy do I know
And of course, he was all “Oh, you answer to me or so-and-so.” See that? No mention of Mr. Arabic, and Mr. Arabic, turns out, seems to be running the show. Lovely. So here I am, my silly little Almanac… stepping on Arabic toes, making a knot of chain of command, and as for so-and-so, who’s supposed to give me shit to do, well, she doesn’t seem to have a clue. Sigh… at least so-and-so is nice, and I’ll cut her some slack ‘cuz she just got back from vacation and her epic tan seems to be interfering with her getting back to work-mode. I don’t blame her. Chances are I wouldn’t be giving a damn about anything either if I had a tan that epic.
I finally leave work.
FREEDOM!
Drive home, have my typical turret’s-like outburst of road rage, and head to Home Depot because, as you know, my dear Almanac, when I moved to this house, I had a bit of a problem with ants and, well, I killed them bitches. Yet, as of a couple of days ago, they came back, and with an Air Force to boot. That’s right… flying ants, besides the already very annoying ground troops. So today, I decide I’ve had just about enough of these bitches, and get some hardcore bug killer.
The one I had was organic because I was afraid Prieto would get poisoned, but me and Prieto are just going to have to take our chances. The war was on. I would buy the strong shit and annihilate them all.
Prieto will just have to stay away from the area I’d be bombing. When I’m at Home Depot, the urge I had ignored at work to go pee really kicks in, and, seriously… curse women for having such a short urinary tract. That shit hurts like a muthafucka if you hold it too long!
So I pay for the my bug killer artillery and landmines and
to my car, deciding I’d piss at home. Bathrooms in Home Depot were at the other end of the store, so I figured, might as well wait. I drive home, and when I’m taking out the bug killer arsenal out of the car, and my workbag, I discover that my cell is missing. Great… WTF is Mr. Droid? Needless to say, I seem to have left it at Home Depot on the self-check-out register.
lkjsfakjldfd …!!! I slammed Mr. Silver’s door so hard, I’m surprised the window didn’t shatter. I also slam the front door of the house, and when I’m squirming my way to the bathroom, my button decides to be a bitch, and believe me, it’s a miracle I didn’t rip my pants in two trying to take them off.
Then…. *insert biiiiiiig (albeit angry) sigh of relief* Yep. The joys of taking a leak.
I finish with that business and go back to Home Depot. I find my phone (praise baby Jesus!) on the tiny podium of guy who overlooks the self-checkout registers. But the bitch is walking away, and, hell no! I am not waiting until he comes back from his smoking break, I’ve had enough of a shitty day at work, and I feel bad about just snatching the phone from his little table because it’s just sitting out there in the open It's not until later that I consider being recorded stealing my own phone by the security cameras. So I stop him, and he was all looking at me all
, and I’m all thinking, “Bitch, you saw me when I paid not 15 mins ago. It’s my damn phone, and you’re just pissed you can’t keep it because I have a password on it, and you’d have to hack it to make it work! Lasdkjflskjdf
” But then I tell him what register I used, what kidn of phone it is, yadda yadda yadda, and he finally gives it to me, but not without a “You’re a retard for leaving your phone behind” look... or...
. I felt like giving him a
look right back, but he DID keep my phone and gave it back, so I just smiled and said thank you. It was easy to smile, you know, ‘cuz I was just glad I didn’t have to exchange my phone. I had already exchanged my iPod, dammit! And even if exchanging my phone would be free ‘cuz I haz insurance, it’d still be a pain in the ass to have to go to the store to get a new one (sync my contacts list, etc.) when I’m already having such a shitty day.
When I finally get home, I’m so damn out of it, I just crash and pass out for about two hours, but not without having a mini-bitch fest with eternalshiva
lol… she kinda bailed on me, but it was for a good cause, my husband (a story for a future entry… man, I have so many of those already) was having a very high fever
Anyway, in the midst of my nap, I get a text message, and a gazillion phone calls… being the pissy cunt that I’ve been all day, I ignored them all, thinking, “So much for getting my phone back llakdsjfklasdjfkladsjflkajdsf
“ Should’ve turned that bitch off, but what’s done is done. I took a shower afterwards… a very nice long shower, so here I am now. Yay! Glad the day’s over, and drinking a tall glass of iced water.
So there ya go, Mr. Almanac. Is nice to spam you again… man, I missed doing this