"don't mess with me cause i'm close to the eedge..."
"sometimes it makes me wonder
how i keep from going under
uh-huh uh-huh"
yeah, so as some of you know, i am immersed in an all out war with slumberland over my piece of shit sofa.
the fabric is disintegrating, the cushions are possesed by some evil force that is on this planet only to slowly eject humans from sofas and make them uncomfortable, and it is just complete shit.
so i have been fighting with them since february about the issue.
they have done little to remedy my issue.
so in august i got the credit card company involved hoping perhaps THEY could help me.
from september 19 until today i have been struggleing with them just to have my calls returned, which today they did and this demonic woman was nastier to me that someone in her position EVER should be to a customer.
however, little did that woman know that i was born form the same firey depths as she and, without calling her names or even being obscene, i locked horns with that mighty bitch and left the "conversation" with something she never expected me to: my dignity.
all this bullshit over a sofa!
i can't believe it...
my employers, who wittnessed the bloody dispute, were a little frightened, i think..
-and i didn't even cry this time!
usually, when i'm furious beyond my capacity, i shake and quiver and tear up.
and nothing is more un-intimidating than someone yelling at you, explaining how they are going to disembowel you, when they are all teary-eyed.
not effective at all.
i did shake, but no tears.
-of course, being the clam, collected individulal i am i did not threaten to disimbowel the evil lady on the phone.
that doesn't mean i won't do it, i just didn't feel the need to mention it to her at this time.
after all, who doesn't love a good surprise?
"surprise! your intestines are on the floor!"
so thusly, kiddies, i am still angry.
angry indeed.
so i suggest not attempting to start a fight with yours truely this fine thursday afternoon.
you might not live to regret it....
how i keep from going under
uh-huh uh-huh"
yeah, so as some of you know, i am immersed in an all out war with slumberland over my piece of shit sofa.
the fabric is disintegrating, the cushions are possesed by some evil force that is on this planet only to slowly eject humans from sofas and make them uncomfortable, and it is just complete shit.
so i have been fighting with them since february about the issue.
they have done little to remedy my issue.
so in august i got the credit card company involved hoping perhaps THEY could help me.
from september 19 until today i have been struggleing with them just to have my calls returned, which today they did and this demonic woman was nastier to me that someone in her position EVER should be to a customer.
however, little did that woman know that i was born form the same firey depths as she and, without calling her names or even being obscene, i locked horns with that mighty bitch and left the "conversation" with something she never expected me to: my dignity.
all this bullshit over a sofa!
i can't believe it...
my employers, who wittnessed the bloody dispute, were a little frightened, i think..
-and i didn't even cry this time!
usually, when i'm furious beyond my capacity, i shake and quiver and tear up.
and nothing is more un-intimidating than someone yelling at you, explaining how they are going to disembowel you, when they are all teary-eyed.
not effective at all.
i did shake, but no tears.
-of course, being the clam, collected individulal i am i did not threaten to disimbowel the evil lady on the phone.
that doesn't mean i won't do it, i just didn't feel the need to mention it to her at this time.
after all, who doesn't love a good surprise?
"surprise! your intestines are on the floor!"
so thusly, kiddies, i am still angry.
angry indeed.
so i suggest not attempting to start a fight with yours truely this fine thursday afternoon.
you might not live to regret it....