iTunes killed my sister's computer!
(It's true!)
So we got wireless broadband (or whatever) because we realised that we'd save about $80 a month and we don't have to have wires all over the house. As of the change to this exciting new technology, these are the sites we can no longer access:
Hotmail (so even if I wanted to check my email, I can't!)
Photobucket
Image Shack
MySpace (probably just as well, LOLZOSAURUS!)
And as of midnight last night, Lj's customizing layout thingy (though that's probably lj's fault)
Isn't that AWESOME!? Fuck, I'd rather pay the extra $80 all myself so we can keep it old school with the wires everywhere.
Anyway. So I was at work yesterday and this guy calls while I'm on smoko (UNCOOL!) and he wants to know if we're buying clothes. But he asks it in a really round-a-bout way and I'm thinking who is this braindead fuck-weed babbling nonsense at me? Get to the point arsehole! So when I finally figure out what the hell he's talking about I cut him off and say Nope, we're overstocked. For some reason he is shocked by this news and fumbles spewing bullshit and then he asks me if I know of any other second-hand places that buy clothes.
NOW, it is one thing when people are actually in the shop and they ask if there are any places like ours nearby (there are in fact, two). But to ask if there are any others when you are calling on the phone? What the fuck dude? So I tell him: Get out your phonebook, look up recycled clothing. THERE ARE THREE WHOLE PAGES. And he says Oh, right. Yeah, says me, Good-bye!
And if that wasn't enough to destroy all your hopes and dreams for the hu-man race, HE CALLS BACK WHILE I'M GETTING MY VERY HOT LUNCH OUT OF THE MICROWAVE. (It was spaghetti and it was delicious) What, was this guy a telemarketer in another life? So first he apologises for wasting my time (you're still wasting it) and then in his round-a-bout way of talking he asks if we do exchanges. NO! Again, this shocks him. Why should it? THIS IS NOT A LIBRARY WE'RE RUNNING HERE! So he apologies again and finally stops wasting my time.
JESUS FUCK. I'd rather think you were rude and get to the point bluntly than bumble about wasting everyones fucking time.
So we got wireless broadband (or whatever) because we realised that we'd save about $80 a month and we don't have to have wires all over the house. As of the change to this exciting new technology, these are the sites we can no longer access:
Hotmail (so even if I wanted to check my email, I can't!)
Photobucket
Image Shack
MySpace (probably just as well, LOLZOSAURUS!)
And as of midnight last night, Lj's customizing layout thingy (though that's probably lj's fault)
Isn't that AWESOME!? Fuck, I'd rather pay the extra $80 all myself so we can keep it old school with the wires everywhere.
Anyway. So I was at work yesterday and this guy calls while I'm on smoko (UNCOOL!) and he wants to know if we're buying clothes. But he asks it in a really round-a-bout way and I'm thinking who is this braindead fuck-weed babbling nonsense at me? Get to the point arsehole! So when I finally figure out what the hell he's talking about I cut him off and say Nope, we're overstocked. For some reason he is shocked by this news and fumbles spewing bullshit and then he asks me if I know of any other second-hand places that buy clothes.
NOW, it is one thing when people are actually in the shop and they ask if there are any places like ours nearby (there are in fact, two). But to ask if there are any others when you are calling on the phone? What the fuck dude? So I tell him: Get out your phonebook, look up recycled clothing. THERE ARE THREE WHOLE PAGES. And he says Oh, right. Yeah, says me, Good-bye!
And if that wasn't enough to destroy all your hopes and dreams for the hu-man race, HE CALLS BACK WHILE I'M GETTING MY VERY HOT LUNCH OUT OF THE MICROWAVE. (It was spaghetti and it was delicious) What, was this guy a telemarketer in another life? So first he apologises for wasting my time (you're still wasting it) and then in his round-a-bout way of talking he asks if we do exchanges. NO! Again, this shocks him. Why should it? THIS IS NOT A LIBRARY WE'RE RUNNING HERE! So he apologies again and finally stops wasting my time.
JESUS FUCK. I'd rather think you were rude and get to the point bluntly than bumble about wasting everyones fucking time.