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Aug. 24th, 2004 09:42 amApparently today is September 10. I know, I myself thought it was only August 24, but according to the fuckwads over at BellSouth, it must be September already because they cut the second phone line already, after saying they wouldn't unless we hadn't paid by September 10.
If I didn't have an intense hatred/fear of the phone [more hatred than fear these days], I'd be so tempted to call them up and just scream until they either hung up or gave into my semi-realistic demands.
I might not be so pissed, except I realized yesterday we did get Garden State. Only my odds of seeing it? A billion to one. I was going to go today, but if it comes down to my phone line or a movie, I'll have to go with phone. :/ Especially since I have no idea how much it costs to go to that theatre. Also, mumsy was half an hour late picking me up from work, so I'm not in a good mood. x_x
Work? Dull. Spent the whole night in aisle 8. Food bay pulling. Which is boring. Also, I think it's pretty much guarenteed that's what I'll be doing for the next two nights. But then I get to work 10-6 for the rest of my work week. This is made better because the Weasel will be the substitute boss this weekend.
...... AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH. I have a headache, I'm pissed because people keep fucking hitting me up for money when I don't want to share with THEM, ignoring me otherwise, and then when I try and do one thing to fucking relax, they say, no. You can't. You have to get off the actual phone line [as opposed to the now dead upstairs computer line] because Belk might call for the boy to tell him he flunked his drug test because the stupid ass moron couldn't fucking not get high the night before the goddamned test!
... I don't want sympathy or pity or anything of the sort. I want someone I'm allowed to rip into shreds and then set on fire. I want to kill someone. Now.
Or a letter from Ryan. But since hell hasn't frozen over yet, that ain't gonna happen.
So. Who wants to be the one to make my day?
If I didn't have an intense hatred/fear of the phone [more hatred than fear these days], I'd be so tempted to call them up and just scream until they either hung up or gave into my semi-realistic demands.
I might not be so pissed, except I realized yesterday we did get Garden State. Only my odds of seeing it? A billion to one. I was going to go today, but if it comes down to my phone line or a movie, I'll have to go with phone. :/ Especially since I have no idea how much it costs to go to that theatre. Also, mumsy was half an hour late picking me up from work, so I'm not in a good mood. x_x
Work? Dull. Spent the whole night in aisle 8. Food bay pulling. Which is boring. Also, I think it's pretty much guarenteed that's what I'll be doing for the next two nights. But then I get to work 10-6 for the rest of my work week. This is made better because the Weasel will be the substitute boss this weekend.
...... AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH. I have a headache, I'm pissed because people keep fucking hitting me up for money when I don't want to share with THEM, ignoring me otherwise, and then when I try and do one thing to fucking relax, they say, no. You can't. You have to get off the actual phone line [as opposed to the now dead upstairs computer line] because Belk might call for the boy to tell him he flunked his drug test because the stupid ass moron couldn't fucking not get high the night before the goddamned test!
... I don't want sympathy or pity or anything of the sort. I want someone I'm allowed to rip into shreds and then set on fire. I want to kill someone. Now.
Or a letter from Ryan. But since hell hasn't frozen over yet, that ain't gonna happen.
So. Who wants to be the one to make my day?
