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anita and everybody fuckin' in ID...
Nov. 4th, 2004 09:29 amA story I stole from Ari. Because, you know, I can.
She's training to be a Verizon... something or other. I don't know what. I haven't had much time to ask. Not important. Anyway, they spend their days training on computers and are allowed only one site online to peek at. The Verizon one, I guess. Which, apparently [too lazy to look] has a MSN link. Which someone in her class clicked because they had to know who won.
Next thing they all know, he moans, "Nooooooooooo!" No one has a freakin' clue what the fuzzy. So someone asks, and he breaks the news. The guy next to Ari starts crying. And that's about the only thing I find amusing about the whole thing.
This is partially the reason why I dislike voting. I never back the winning pony, or I don't really have a choice to do so, because in such cases, my vote means nada. See the other day's Bizarro. Also, further proof that SC politicians and shtuff think the general population doesn't know their head from their ass: The half cent sales tax increase, which we've voted on like six times already [I'm dead serious, man. It's at least three times in recent memory, probably more] which has passed every. fucking. time. is being held up, again, because some fucking moron thinks the wording was wrong. Dude, if it was, then I'm going to strangle the moron who wrote it because that's how they managed to avoid going through with it before. If it's not all kinds of illegally written, then I want to sue the jackasses who keep holding this shit up. While no one will ever confuse Charleston with a huge-ass city, we are not a city made for walking. You further kill our bus system [and that's what will happen, dahlings] and that's it. You'll have to live right next door to your job or have the world's most reliable car, or the world's most understanding boss. I'm so tired of voting yes and basically being told it doesn't matter that the majority of us morons actually found something we honestly agree on.
Argh. Voting itself is painless. Backing the right pony and still losing? Painful.
Lesse. I need to brush out my hair and take a shower, then sleeeeeeeep. 10-6, new night manager. Which means, you know, total chaos. Now. The real question is, Kathleen/Shanelle/both?
Hrmm. Pray it ain't busy tonight, folks, and I'll think warm fuzzies towards you all. And... shtuff.
Oh. Gotta call Knology and then pay the assholes so they don't kill mah cable.
She's training to be a Verizon... something or other. I don't know what. I haven't had much time to ask. Not important. Anyway, they spend their days training on computers and are allowed only one site online to peek at. The Verizon one, I guess. Which, apparently [too lazy to look] has a MSN link. Which someone in her class clicked because they had to know who won.
Next thing they all know, he moans, "Nooooooooooo!" No one has a freakin' clue what the fuzzy. So someone asks, and he breaks the news. The guy next to Ari starts crying. And that's about the only thing I find amusing about the whole thing.
This is partially the reason why I dislike voting. I never back the winning pony, or I don't really have a choice to do so, because in such cases, my vote means nada. See the other day's Bizarro. Also, further proof that SC politicians and shtuff think the general population doesn't know their head from their ass: The half cent sales tax increase, which we've voted on like six times already [I'm dead serious, man. It's at least three times in recent memory, probably more] which has passed every. fucking. time. is being held up, again, because some fucking moron thinks the wording was wrong. Dude, if it was, then I'm going to strangle the moron who wrote it because that's how they managed to avoid going through with it before. If it's not all kinds of illegally written, then I want to sue the jackasses who keep holding this shit up. While no one will ever confuse Charleston with a huge-ass city, we are not a city made for walking. You further kill our bus system [and that's what will happen, dahlings] and that's it. You'll have to live right next door to your job or have the world's most reliable car, or the world's most understanding boss. I'm so tired of voting yes and basically being told it doesn't matter that the majority of us morons actually found something we honestly agree on.
Argh. Voting itself is painless. Backing the right pony and still losing? Painful.
Lesse. I need to brush out my hair and take a shower, then sleeeeeeeep. 10-6, new night manager. Which means, you know, total chaos. Now. The real question is, Kathleen/Shanelle/both?
Hrmm. Pray it ain't busy tonight, folks, and I'll think warm fuzzies towards you all. And... shtuff.
Oh. Gotta call Knology and then pay the assholes so they don't kill mah cable.
