Thursday, August 14, 2003

 Holy flurking shit! Might have overdone it on the ranting, eh?

And the day started off so well, too....

Found my BoB DVDs. Yay!!! Slipped in a little Damian with my bowl of cereal before work. Mmmm. Talk about a great way to start the day. 'Course, would have started better had I woken up with Damian...

Got out of the driveway before the garbage truck could reach our house and block me in. Woohoo.

Heard the morning gossip girl on the radio talking about The Coming Out of JG and MV. Sweetest, nicest girl ever who always refrains from using any word harsher than "darn." But she seriously cmsu when she totally blasted them and the manner of coming-out-ness. Like it just happened very recently. *rolls eyes* Gotta love it when the good girls get their bitch and snark on. Heh.

.... Thank God that didn't last

Turned on the work computer.... pfffzzzzt. Virus. DAMMIT. Everyone at work: a collective DAMMIT.

Got hit on by the guy working the grill in the cafeteria. (Not my friend, Gerard, mind you.) I was alone. He wasn't helping anyone. As I walked by, he did a "Psssst." And then a "Hola, baby.... como estas?" with that chin/head-nod/winking/smirky thing. He went on break sometime after I sat down (in front of one of the TVs, with some Headline News guy frozen on the screen in a "wassuuuup" grinny/pose thing. Dude. Today was seriously bizarro. Wtf was up with the TV anyway?). As he walked by with his lunch, he did a "Can I sit here?" thing, but then went to sit at the next table. Facing me. Dude. The stalking thing I can deal with, but dammit, I hate when people watch me eat. Ick.

Left work a half hour late because I was cleaning the lab for the big to-do for the Big Honcho Guy meeting on Monday. Didn't hear about the power outages in NY until after I was on the road. Sucked though, because I left before the other intern and he lives in NYC. Would have offered him a ride somewhere or something, had I known ahead of time.

Watched all the "news" on TV when I got home. Luckily, just quickie power outages at home and a few blinking traffic lights. The Dad, Bro, Sisters, and I kept trying to call the Mom, who works in the city. No answers. Not even picking up the cell, when we miraculously make it through. Damn sucky cell service during statewide emergencies. Bleh. Finally the Mom calls us back (3 hours after the power outage hit), to tell us that she's trying to make it home but it took her three hours to get to a bridge to get into Manhattan. Well, um, hello? They weren't letting cars into Manhattan via the bridges. Plus, she was running low on gas. THREE HOURS. You'd think she could have called us when she decided to close early so we could give her the scoop on what was going on. Love the Mom and all, but she's got shit listening skills when it comes to radio/news/traffic reports. To make a long story short... she just got to my aunt's house about half a hour ago. Called home to say she got there. And that she was going to go eat some ice cream now. Sounded like a kid in a candy store. Huh. Guess she didn't care that we spent HOURS worrying that she was stuck on some road in a bad neighborhood, still trying to get back to Jersey!!

Forced by the Dad to take the Bro to B&N to exchange one of his summer reading books. I swear, I think the Bro made up his booklist the first time we went. The boy can't get his act together, and I hate that some people assume he's my kid (just because I'm OLD, you see). Cuz, seriously, if he were my kid, I'd beat some sense and accountability into him. The tardface puts the book he's returning, the book he's getting, and a reciept down in front of the cashier without saying a word. And they stare at each other. Hello. Did it ever occur to him that the cashier CAN'T READ MINDS??? Then I had to deal with supreme bitching from him because the Dad told him he couldn't meet his friends to play tennis in the evening since he had been on the computer the entire day (shocking), hadn't touched any of the other (correct) books he's supposed to read (so shocking, I'm having a heart attack), and didn't even want to go back to exchange the wrong book (I'd say I'm surprised, but not so much). BroBitching is like a million times worse than PoohBitching because he hits when he's pissed. Ouch.

PissedPooh just gets vindictive and petty. Sorta like what happened on the way home from B&N, when the Pooh experienced major psycho road rage. It was not pretty. But then again, the soccer mom in the ugly forest green Honda minivan, license plate $#$^^# should NOT have cut me off on a single lane road and then ground to a sudden and complete stop as soon as she saw a blinking traffic light and two cops chilling (seriously chilling, like out of their cars, laughing and joking, not even watching the street kind of chilling) on the side of the road, before continuing at a brisk and law-breaking 30 mph on a single lane road marked for 45 mph. It was tail her ass home or cut her off and then proceed to go 25 mph in front of her. Sadly, before a decision could be reached, I had to turn off onto my street. Suffice to say, after reliving those horrid memories, I probably shouldn't get behind a wheel after I finish blogging.

And now, EVERYONE keeps calling. Like this power outage -- that didn't affect our area -- is a catastrophic event and we all need to get in touch and ask over and over again if everyone's okay. Uh, yeah. If the power goes out, worst case scenario is we sit in the dark and bitch about not being able to use the internet. Was kinda interesting to see the newsfeed of all those people out on the streets. In NY? Walkers everywhere? That is shocking.

Speaking of the internet... The landlady gave us a slip of paper with our account number and various important telephone numbers on it. You know, stuff like the electric co and the cable co. Roomie took the paper because he was going to call the cable co to check if his account was transferable. So I said, fine. Just call me with the numbers if you need me to contact anyone. One week. ONE. WEEK. He had ONE FUCKING WEEK to make a simple phone call, and he didn't do it until this morning, AFTER I emailed him to find out what's what. We can move in tomorrow, and hell if I'm going to move into an apartment without electricity or cable, but mostly electricity. So he calls me at 4PM to tell me he's got the cable covered and can I call the electric company. Sure. No prob. Just give me the number the landlady wrote down on that slip of paper. Uhhh... what paper? Dammit, bastard, the paper she gave me, which you asked to have first so you could make some calls. You know, the paper I didn't want to give you because I KNEW this would happen since you are a fucking unreliable, incompetent BASTARD. (And before you say it... there was no time to make a quick copy of it since I was already over an hour late getting back to work and the landlady disappeared awfully quick after we left her office.) So left to my own devices, I was forced to search for the telephone number. Dude. PSE&G has THE. SLOWEST. LOADING. PAGE. IN. THE. HISTORY. OF. THE. INTERNET. Afterwards, it did seem kind of funny that I was ordering electricity on the very day that NYC gets the electricity shaft.

Btw, I'd blame Detroit, but since some of the Freaks are from there, I'll refrain from snarking on them. Instead, I blame Canada. :P

So yeah... the DamnRoomie "lost" the slip of paper in his bookbag. Really. How does one do that? The thing had our account number on it, and I think that's what we're supposed to use to pay our rent. Ugh. He's going to pick up the keys tomorrow, so he better get another copy or I'll kick his ass. I swear, if he screws me over, he's dead. DEAD, you hear??? All Bastards eventually face the wrath of Pooh.

Okay, gotta stop ranting now. You know, at first, I thought I had a pretty okay day, with some minor incidents. But now, as I keep remembering more and more stuff... it was actually pretty shitty. So stopping. Y'all can thank me if you want.

Before I leave, I must add this:


You want Julia's ex.... Kiefer Sutherland! He's
bad-boy cute and has a good job (finally!) with
the hit show "24". Julia didn't want
him, yeah, you'll take him!

Duh.
No matter what answers I put in, I kept getting the Kief. Dude. When it's fate...

P.S. Final rant: Byebye, all of Pooh's pretty military men!! *sobs*

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