Just a smidge of a rant... you've been warned.
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So, I'm sitting here staring at things again. I will flippin' conquer this room, it can't get the best of me! YOU HEAR THAT ROOM!? I WILL BEAT YOU!! Later... I'm busy now... *shifty eyes*
So... I called SallieMae (they also sacrifice puppies... just thought you'd all like to know that...). The woman started off by arguing with me about which option I needed to check on my deferment form. Um... I may be stuupiiiid, but I'm pretty sure I can read and stuuuuuff... It was priceless when I pointed out to her when that I'm not working full time and that the option she was insisting I check clearly states "I'm working full time and cannot..." and she made that 'ooh.' sound that indicates 'I just realized that I'm a moron.' So, I figured out just what I had to do with that. Will finish the deferment nightmare today and see if I can get Courtney at the front desk to fax the stuff for me. She probably won't be able to though, seeing as how she's currently training someone for what should have been my job... but I'm not bitter about it...
Also went to my gym to cancel my membership. They closed the facility nearest to me, and now I'd have to drive 35 minutes to get there, which is stupid... not to mention the fact that I haven't gone for a long time, and the membership cards burned in the house fire... so... I finally decided that my brother (who is the reason I've kept it going for this long) isn't going to make that drive to use the gym, so it's time for it to go away. So.. I called, and they're just all too stupid to know how to answer a phone (I expect they were all jocks in high school... probably even football players *nods*), so no one answer when I called today and yesterday... and they can't figure out how to work voicemail, so they couldn't call me back either time I left a detailed message and repeated my phone number twice for their convenience, so I drove there and went in. I was told that in order to cancel my membership, I had to pay a $50 cancellation fee as well as prove that I'm actually relocating to an area at least 25 miles from where I currently reside (never mind that the fucktards closed the gym near me and are now more than 25 miles from where I currently reside... hey... I'd like to introduce you all to this ICEPICK! *takes a breath and moves on*). I stared at him, knowing it would be futile to explain this concept to him, because he was practically drooling as it was... so finally, I just smiled sweetly and said I'd most definitely mail in the three forms of proof that I've selected regarding my relocation and walked out. I promptly called mother dearest and asked her when she was planning on replacing the scanner. Her, being the smart woman she is, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Well... we could replace it this weekend, even though I have nowhere to put it... why... do you need it?" "Wonderful mumsy (no, I didn't actually call her 'mumsy'), love you, bye." (Note: this was not anything even remotely resembling my actually response, which was probably more along the lines of "Good, let's do that. I'll call you later. Love you." yada yada yada). I then called Christian.
Christian: "Moshi moshi."
Me: "Moshi moshi. Ogenki desu ka." (it's sort of our greeting, it always ends there, because he has no idea what I'm actually saying at that point.)
Christian: "What's up?"
Me: "You're coming home this weekend, right?"
Christian: "Yeah."
Me: "Cool. Here's what I need you to do: I need you to locate three forms of documentation for me. They have to have your name and your address on them. Utility bills will probably be the easiest. Make sure you bring them with you. I have a gym membership to cancel. I figure it should be a piece of cake to scan them in and change 'Christian' to 'Stephen'."
Christian: "You... are too funny. I can't believe you. Ok, I will round up some stuff. I'll call you if I have any questions."
Me: "Sounds good."
We then went on to talk for a spell. Stupid gym people... hate them. Oh, the cleverness of me. That's my boy. You really shouldn't be encouraging this...
At 5 I'm calling Caribou Coffee, as I was supposed to hear from our dear friend Brian by today... Don't tell me you're going to call me and then not do it. I absolutely hate that. It doesn't take a long time to pick up a phone and call.
Meeting mummy dearest (we had a bit of a fight today... she can be so irritating, I'm not even kidding... then when I called her later, she tried to pull the whole, "Stephen, I can't talk long, I'm running out of minutes..." with me, the one who was with her when she got the phone plan... "Mother, you don't use minutes when talking to me, we're with the same provider..." Then there's the whole little, 'well... what am I going to say now?' thing on her end, and then she said that she had things to do and she had to go. Honestly... I can't be that bad to talk to on the phone... I know it's no cakewalk, but it can't be that bad...) for dinner tonight with my brother at a local chinese place. Have to try to get payment remission slips together before then for my monthly bills so that I can prove that I actually have monthly expenses for my deferment... this way I can make copies of those while I'm out so that I can fax the stuff tonight.
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Calling Chris from World Market now...
Ok... didn't really need to do that to know that I hadn't gotten the job, but sometimes I just like hearing those wonderful words of rejection... *voice is, of course, oooooooooozing with sarcasm...*
Have to call Christian later... makeup question that I really already know the answer to... but I sort of hope I'm wrong, or that maybe he can offer up a suggeston on how to make what I'm doing just a smidge more permanent. I could play around with it and try to figure it out... but... honestly... I just sort of... don't want to exert that kind of effort... I mean... let's be realistic here... it's a Halloween party at Centipede Manor... everyone there is going to be older, and I'm sure I'll be the only one in costume anyway... I'm hating my old orthodontist so much right now for filing down my fangs... They're not bad now... but they used to be so long... people pay large sums of money to have fangs like I had... never mind how badly that whole experience hurt... did you know that you get absolutely no numbing agent whatsoever when they file down your teeth? I didn't. But then, it's not like I had a choice in the matter anyway... he didn't tell me he was going to do it, didn't ask me if I wanted him to do it, he just started doing it one day... Anyway, I used to use them to poke holes in my pop cans and I'd then drink it through the holes. I really liked them...
Oh well... still have an hour and a half to kill before going to eat... I have so much I need to get done... but first I think I might lay down for a spell...
Yes, that seems like a very good plan indeed. *nods*
So, I'm sitting here staring at things again. I will flippin' conquer this room, it can't get the best of me! YOU HEAR THAT ROOM!? I WILL BEAT YOU!! Later... I'm busy now... *shifty eyes*
So... I called SallieMae (they also sacrifice puppies... just thought you'd all like to know that...). The woman started off by arguing with me about which option I needed to check on my deferment form. Um... I may be stuupiiiid, but I'm pretty sure I can read and stuuuuuff... It was priceless when I pointed out to her when that I'm not working full time and that the option she was insisting I check clearly states "I'm working full time and cannot..." and she made that 'ooh.' sound that indicates 'I just realized that I'm a moron.' So, I figured out just what I had to do with that. Will finish the deferment nightmare today and see if I can get Courtney at the front desk to fax the stuff for me. She probably won't be able to though, seeing as how she's currently training someone for what should have been my job... but I'm not bitter about it...
Also went to my gym to cancel my membership. They closed the facility nearest to me, and now I'd have to drive 35 minutes to get there, which is stupid... not to mention the fact that I haven't gone for a long time, and the membership cards burned in the house fire... so... I finally decided that my brother (who is the reason I've kept it going for this long) isn't going to make that drive to use the gym, so it's time for it to go away. So.. I called, and they're just all too stupid to know how to answer a phone (I expect they were all jocks in high school... probably even football players *nods*), so no one answer when I called today and yesterday... and they can't figure out how to work voicemail, so they couldn't call me back either time I left a detailed message and repeated my phone number twice for their convenience, so I drove there and went in. I was told that in order to cancel my membership, I had to pay a $50 cancellation fee as well as prove that I'm actually relocating to an area at least 25 miles from where I currently reside (never mind that the fucktards closed the gym near me and are now more than 25 miles from where I currently reside... hey... I'd like to introduce you all to this ICEPICK! *takes a breath and moves on*). I stared at him, knowing it would be futile to explain this concept to him, because he was practically drooling as it was... so finally, I just smiled sweetly and said I'd most definitely mail in the three forms of proof that I've selected regarding my relocation and walked out. I promptly called mother dearest and asked her when she was planning on replacing the scanner. Her, being the smart woman she is, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Well... we could replace it this weekend, even though I have nowhere to put it... why... do you need it?" "Wonderful mumsy (no, I didn't actually call her 'mumsy'), love you, bye." (Note: this was not anything even remotely resembling my actually response, which was probably more along the lines of "Good, let's do that. I'll call you later. Love you." yada yada yada). I then called Christian.
Christian: "Moshi moshi."
Me: "Moshi moshi. Ogenki desu ka." (it's sort of our greeting, it always ends there, because he has no idea what I'm actually saying at that point.)
Christian: "What's up?"
Me: "You're coming home this weekend, right?"
Christian: "Yeah."
Me: "Cool. Here's what I need you to do: I need you to locate three forms of documentation for me. They have to have your name and your address on them. Utility bills will probably be the easiest. Make sure you bring them with you. I have a gym membership to cancel. I figure it should be a piece of cake to scan them in and change 'Christian' to 'Stephen'."
Christian: "You... are too funny. I can't believe you. Ok, I will round up some stuff. I'll call you if I have any questions."
Me: "Sounds good."
We then went on to talk for a spell. Stupid gym people... hate them. Oh, the cleverness of me. That's my boy. You really shouldn't be encouraging this...
At 5 I'm calling Caribou Coffee, as I was supposed to hear from our dear friend Brian by today... Don't tell me you're going to call me and then not do it. I absolutely hate that. It doesn't take a long time to pick up a phone and call.
Meeting mummy dearest (we had a bit of a fight today... she can be so irritating, I'm not even kidding... then when I called her later, she tried to pull the whole, "Stephen, I can't talk long, I'm running out of minutes..." with me, the one who was with her when she got the phone plan... "Mother, you don't use minutes when talking to me, we're with the same provider..." Then there's the whole little, 'well... what am I going to say now?' thing on her end, and then she said that she had things to do and she had to go. Honestly... I can't be that bad to talk to on the phone... I know it's no cakewalk, but it can't be that bad...) for dinner tonight with my brother at a local chinese place. Have to try to get payment remission slips together before then for my monthly bills so that I can prove that I actually have monthly expenses for my deferment... this way I can make copies of those while I'm out so that I can fax the stuff tonight.
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Calling Chris from World Market now...
Ok... didn't really need to do that to know that I hadn't gotten the job, but sometimes I just like hearing those wonderful words of rejection... *voice is, of course, oooooooooozing with sarcasm...*
Have to call Christian later... makeup question that I really already know the answer to... but I sort of hope I'm wrong, or that maybe he can offer up a suggeston on how to make what I'm doing just a smidge more permanent. I could play around with it and try to figure it out... but... honestly... I just sort of... don't want to exert that kind of effort... I mean... let's be realistic here... it's a Halloween party at Centipede Manor... everyone there is going to be older, and I'm sure I'll be the only one in costume anyway... I'm hating my old orthodontist so much right now for filing down my fangs... They're not bad now... but they used to be so long... people pay large sums of money to have fangs like I had... never mind how badly that whole experience hurt... did you know that you get absolutely no numbing agent whatsoever when they file down your teeth? I didn't. But then, it's not like I had a choice in the matter anyway... he didn't tell me he was going to do it, didn't ask me if I wanted him to do it, he just started doing it one day... Anyway, I used to use them to poke holes in my pop cans and I'd then drink it through the holes. I really liked them...
Oh well... still have an hour and a half to kill before going to eat... I have so much I need to get done... but first I think I might lay down for a spell...
Yes, that seems like a very good plan indeed. *nods*