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[18 Jul 2005|12:59am] |
You know, from time to time I'll come back here and just re-read through some of my old entries. It's pretty interesting.
Of course when I say interesting, please bear in mind that I actually mean horrifying. I'm glad that I traded my angst in for spiteful apathy... wait, can those two go together?
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[14 Feb 2004|11:12pm] |
The new Modest Mouse CD is fuckin' awesome. Especially `Float On'. But especially `The Ocean Breathes Salty'. But especially especially `Bury Me With It'. But-- well, you get the idea.
Did you know that if you write `especially' a bunch of times, it starts to look like a really weird word? I don't reccomend trying it, to be honest. Just take my word for it, like you used to with all of those books I reccomended to you when I was on `Reading Rainbow'. Remember? Remember the books? Wait, did the kids tell you to take their word for it, or to not take their word for it. I guess it would make sense for them to tell you not to take their word for it, because if they were saying that it was a good book, you could just take their word for it and not actually have to waste any time reading it. And then you could go play Castlevania or Mike Tyson's Punch-Out! Yeah, man-- fuck reading!
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[12 Feb 2004|06:41pm] |
For example:
I get this guy calling in today, and as soon as I answer the phone, he immediately starts launching into his sob story about how he purchased a 730, and how he's been having constant problems with it since he got it. I'm sure it's frustrating to have a phone that's crapping out on you all the time and all, but I could not get a word in edgewise for the first six or seven minutes of the call. And I'm not using exaggeration to make the situation seem more humorous (first of all, if I were using that, I sure as shit wouldn't lowball it by saying that it was only six or seven minutes. I'd say something more along the lines of, `He was talking for SOOOOOOO long (and then you'd have to chime in with `How long was he talking for?', in unison-- c'mon, work with me, people!) that I'm still on the phone with him as I type this!" Cue laughtrack. Or gunshots. Yeah, probably gunshots).
Then I just got off a call with this lady that was asking me eleventy questions, and not really bothering to listen or attempting to comprehend my answers. It's possible that she was really sharp, and could get all of the information she needed out of the half-sentence I'd be able to say before she'd jump onto some other question. It's more likely, however, that she was continually being distracted by a particularly shiny piece of tin-foil. Now, god knows, I like me some tin-foil, but if I'm going to be talking on the phone with a customer service rep, you can bet that I'm going to put it away in the drawer before I start asking questions about my service. It's just common sense!
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| If I may, I'd like to speak sarcastically: |
[22 Jan 2004|07:53pm] |
I love being sick!
Seriously, what's not to love? What with the constant coughing, stuffy nose, scratchy throat, and plugged-up ears, it's a delight. I daresay it's almost as good as if I were at Disneyland if it was made entirely of candy.
No, no, seriously though-- I'm sick as a freakin' dog, and it sucks. Sucks ass, you might even say. I wouldn't say it myself, as I don't lower myself to using such vulgarities. I don't know about you all, but I want to get into Heaven, people! Granted, "Thou Shalt Not Speak As Though Thou Were A Whoremonger" isn't one of the written commandments, but it's there if you read between the lines.
I blame my friend Ray for my illness, as I do for most things these days, the difference being that this time he may have actually had a hand in what I'm blaming him for. See, Friday night he calls me up and sez, "Hey, do you want to go see Return of the King?"
And I sez (to Mabel, I sez) "What do I look like, some sort of bespectacled nerd?"
"Well, yes."
"Right, well... done and done."
Return of the King, by the way, is really, really... long. Man, is it ever long. LOOOONNG. Seriously, after the big battle end in the castle/town that I can't remember the name of, I thought the movie was about to end. Then I realized that they hadn't dealt with the ring yet, and I thought "Well, I'm sure it can't take that long to work that out." Boy, was I ever wrong. So very, very wrong. As it turns out, there's still about an hour of move left after that point. Christ. As the movie continued to pretend to end (seriously, there's about six or seven places where they could have ended the movie), I had to restrain myself from shouting "ROLL CREDITS!" at the screen.
I'm not saying it was a bad movie, because it's definitely not-- it's good. It just could have been pared down a bit, I think. And by `a bit' I mean `a lot'.
But I digress. The reason I blame Ray for me being sick was that, while we were talking on the phone, he neglected to mention that he had the Black Plague and would be both sitting next to me and coughing, sneezing, and spreading his plague germs for the duration of the movie. So, yeah-- it's his fault. HE WILL PAY.
I've been sick since Tuesday, and went to the doctor today after spending almost all of last night coughing like a motherfucker. Turns out, I have a 102.2 degree fever, and a bronchial infection. Splendid! They hooked me up with some antibiotics, though, and the cute medical assistant girl gave me a bunch of disposable thermometers when I mentioned that I didn't have a thermometer at home. Free things is good.
And that's the end of that boring anecdote!
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| Note to people adding me as friends that I don't realize have done so until three months later: |
[08 Jan 2004|01:16am] |
Sorry. I'm not a jerk, really-- well, that's not true. I am a jerk, just not that big of one-- okay, that's not true either. But I would have added you as friends earlier if I wrote journal entries more often than every other month. And that is the truth*.
Anyhow, things are... well, you can see how things are if you saw what I just wrote right before this. Yeah. But on the bright side, I am going in for a job interview on Friday at American Financial Solutions, which is where Joe works now, so I will hopefully be able to get the fuck out of Teletech and start working somewhere that actually appreciates its' employees beyond giving them a cardboard star and a balloon for meeting a certain score on their graded calls. Wish me luck! DOOO IT.
* sort of.
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| FUN WORK STORIES!!! |
[20 Nov 2003|06:49pm] |
1) I got a call today from someone that I ended up having to leave a voicemail message for. I love doing this, because it's like hunting for treasure. Well, not a LOT like hunting for treasure, obviously, but like it in the sense that a lot of the time you walk away empty-handed, but very occasionally you come upon something really, really awesome. Sometimes, it's awesome in a bad way, which happened to be the case today.
A lot of people have music playing at the beginning of their messages, which always throws me off, and makes me think I've "mistakenly" dialed a party line, and they usually jump in with their greeting after five or ten seconds. Not this lady. I listened to about a minute and a half of the same song, which was funny and irritating at the same time, and then was like `Screw this noise', and hit the pound key to skip ahead to leave a message. Except she had disabled the ability to skip the greeting. So anyone that actually wanted to leave a message would have had to sit through at least two minutes of some song before they'd be able to. Good call!
2) About a month and a half ago, I got a call from some lady whose first name was Velveeta. I didn't think it could be worse to name your kid after some dorky Star Wars character, but it is, by god. It so, so is.
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[11 May 2003|07:03pm] |
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So, I'm thinking about joining a monastary. Assuming that they're flexible with the whole "give up worldly posessions" thing, that is. I'm sure we'll be able to negotiate something out.
I'm basing this decision on the fac that I apparently have really shitty instincts, and no way to tell whether a girl is being nice because she's nice, or if she's being nice because she likes me. See, this girl I used to work with at the theater works at Teletech now too, and when she first started she was telling me about how she wanted to break up with her boyfriend, and was being pretty flirty (as far as my dumb ass could tell, at least). I took all of this to suggest that she was going to break up with him, and that she might be interested in me, but apparently... uh... yeah, not so much. She's still going out with him, as I found out when I hung out with her on Friday after work-- he wasn't there, thankfully, because that would have been the only thing that could have possibly made things more uncomfortable for me.
Sucks. I really like her, too-- she's cute, and into dorky shit like MST3K and video games.
On the bright side, Red vs. Blue is pretty goddamn funny.
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[07 May 2003|08:30am] |
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So, the show last night? Yeah, that was fucking awesome. I'm probably not going to go to the show tonight though, what with being broke and probably not having enough gas to get there and back AND pay for parking (seven fucking dollars... yeesh). But still, last night's show was well worth the twenty bucks for the tickets.
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[05 May 2003|09:01pm] |
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I'm going to see They Might Be Giants tomorrow-- and then I'm seeing them again on Wednesday. Fuck yeah, motherfuckers! I haven't seen them since they played at Bumbershoot back in `98, so I'm really looking forward to this.
I went rollerskating tonight, which if you know me (and my tendency to barely be able to walk upright), sounds like a bad idea-- in actuality, it was a very bad idea. Seriously, shoes with wheels on them? Who's the genius who thought that that would be a good idea?
Actually, it wasn't all that bad-- you might even say that it was what you could call fun. I hadn't been skating in ten years, and even then it was with rollerblades, and I wasn't used to the old-timey type of skates. I started off pretty crappily, but managed to get back in the groove really quickly. I was impressed with myself. Of course, I'm usually pretty impressed with myself in general.
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[27 Apr 2003|12:59pm] |
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1 -- The new Starlight Mints CD, "Built on Squares", is great.
2 -- I went to see "Identity" on Friday. It was pretty good, although I would have liked it better if I hadn't been sitting directly in front of an unfortunate couple who were afflicted with the condition that forces you to SAY EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THOUGHT THAT PASSES THROUGH YOUR PEA-SIZED BRAIN. I got fed up with it halfway through the movie, and went to tell an usher, who didn't do a goddamned thing about it.
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[15 Apr 2003|11:54pm] |
I went to a punk rock show tonight. How were the bands, you ask? Like you give a shit! Don't try to feign interest just to get on my good side, you jerk!
Schneider TM -- Well, in their defense, they are from Berlin, and you know how those crazy foreigners like their crappy electronic music. To be honest, when they were actually playing songs, they weren't that bad-- the problem is, the songs were few and far between. I don't know what we as an audience did to make them hate us so, but when they weren't playing songs, they were playing a cacophony in what appeared to be an attempt to find the precise combination in pitch and frequency that would cause the audience to collectively and involuntarily shit their pants. They didn't succeed at this, much to my relief, as I had forgotten to bring a change of pants with me to the show.
Les Savy Fav -- I think I say this every single time I go see them, but holy fucking shit, are they ever awesome. They're easily the best band I've ever seen live so far, and will probably be the best band I'll ever see live, period. That sounds like an exaggeration, but it really isn't. If I were forced to pick between never being able to see them play live again, or having one of my hands lopped off at the wrist, it would be a really tough decision. But, on the bright side, prosthetic hands are becoming more and more lifelike as time goes on! Although, if I were going to lose a hand, I don't think I'd end up going for the realistic looking replacement. I'd probably just get a hook, or something-- I imagine it would come in really useful for when I get into bar fights, which would happen frequently, because I'd be incredibly tetchy and quick to anger once I'd lost my hand.
I didn't stick around for The Faint, because there was no possible way that they could have topped Les Savy Fav. Completely unpossible.
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[15 Apr 2003|09:10am] |
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Okay, so yesterday I get this call from this guy complaining about how when people call him and get his voicemail, they've started to get an automated message along the lines of, "Your call is being forwarded to an automated voicemail system". Apparently, this has caused the people calling him to hang up because they don't want to deal with the unmentionable stress of having to leave a voicemail. He wanted to see if there was any way to stop the recording-- I didn't think there was, because we had just switched our voicemail over to a new system, and I figured that that message was related to it, but I put him on hold to check with Tech anyhow. Before I called over to Tech, though, I tried dialing his number, and sure enough, the recorded message that he was bitching about did play. And then, about THREE SECONDS LATER, his regular greeting started up. Here's what I imagine the idiots calling this guy to do business must have been doing:
"Hey, where's mah pants?! Well, ah guess ah can worry `bout that after I place this here call-- OH MY GOD! AUTOMATED VOICEMAIL??!! NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! *click*"
Anyway, I call over to Tech, and sure enough, the message is the result of our new voicemail system, and it can't be changed. I get back on the line with the guy and tell him this, and he flips out. He tries to start pulling the "I'm the customer, and therefore right, and will go up the chain of command to get what I want if I have to" line, by god, if we changed it, we can change it back or else he's going to cancel his fifteen phones that he has with us. I love it when people threaten to cancel their phones for stupid reasons, particularly when they're for stupid reasons that I can't do anything to change. Way to cut off your nose to spite your face, champ!
Anyway, yesterday was Megan's birthday, but we had a raging party on Saturday for her. It was pretty fun-- I drank more than I did at our St. Patrick's Day party, but not enough to get violently ill, thankfully. I done learned my lesson as far as that's concerned, thanks. Ray doesn't seem to have, though, because he ended up throwing up in my bathtub. Good times!
Before the party, I had gone out for a little while, and when I got back to our apartment, Megan was showering. I was just hanging out in my room, and when she got out of the shower, she (not realizing that I had come back while she was in the shower) went out into the hallway nekked-- I didn't see anything, but it sorta caught me off guard, and I yelped in surprise, and she gave me some shit about how that wasn't the best reaction for her self esteem. But I tell you this, if our roles had been reversed, she sure as fuck would have yelped in surprise too, except it wouldn't be so much of a yelp as it would have been a prolonged, horrified scream.
I asked her later if she would have preferred it had I gone, "Helllloo" instead, and apparenlty that wouldn't have been the appropriate response either. There's no pleasing some people!
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[27 Mar 2003|09:07am] |
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I have the new Zelda game. I fuckin' love it. I wasn't too sure about it being cel-shaded at first, but after I played the demo my worries were lessened. Now that I've played the full game, I gotta say-- it's awesome. There's just so many little touches that they added, and it all looks great. So far, my favorite part has been picking up one of the many pigs that are wandering around the various islands, and running around with them-- they make little oinking sounds as you run. It's all very... I don't know... things like that sorta endear the game to me, I guess.
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[23 Mar 2003|07:24pm] |
I went out and saw Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks last night, and they were really really good. I was a little unsure if I still wanted to go before I heard the new CD, because some dumb jerks were saying that it wasn't that great. But thankfully, they were wrong (as dumb jerks are wont to be), because the new CD is great. They're great live, too-- not only do they rock, but they're pretty funny, too. Plus, they played "1% of One" as part of their encore, which I considered fairly admirable, seeing as how they must have been getting worn out, and also seeing as how the song is like ten minutes long. Very cool.
The Scene Creamers opened up for them, and they were pretty awesome too. Their lead singer was saying how they were from Washington D.C., and then they started playing, and I was thinking that they sounded an awful lot like The Make-Up. Then I found out that two of `em are (or were-- I'm not sure if they've broken up, or what) actually in The Make-Up.
True story. (I've decided that this is how I'm going to end all of my boring anecdotes from now on. I'm probably going to be saying a lot.)
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[17 Mar 2003|11:55pm] |
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I love Hot or Not, especially "Meet Me At Hot or Not". And out of that, I especially love the people who are all like, "Don't say you want to meet me unless you're 5'11", live within a five mile radius of me, enjoy everything that I like, and are a male model."
Hello? You're trying to meet people through the interweb, for god's sake! Beggars can't be choosers! Actually, that's not true-- they can be choosers, they'll just be lonely and desperate FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES.
Er... not that I look through "Meet Me At Hot or Not", or anything... good lord, no! What sort of a dumb lame pathetic dumb sucker do you take me for? Christ, get off my back already! DON'T JUDGE ME! YOU AIN'T KNOW ME!
In other news, my friend Linda (from my theater days) and my friend Dave (from school and shit) are both in training at Teletech now. It's pretty neat. I've also started to look for other jobs-- and by look for other jobs, I mean just that. I haven't yet gotten to the phase where I act on anything. I'm getting there, though.
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[17 Mar 2003|04:43pm] |
I got hosed on my deposit for the studio. $70.00 for carpet cleaning, $30.00 for an NSF fee (which I have no problems with-- the reason the check didn't go through was dumb, but it did happen), and $200.00 for repairing the kitchen floor due to tears? Coincidentally enough, that all happens to add up to exactly what I had paid for the deposit in the first place. Odd!
Seriously, for a kitchen as small as mine was, I can't see how it could have possibly cost $200.00 to fix.
Fuckers.
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[17 Mar 2003|02:03pm] |
The show on Friday was really good-- Ray hadn't heard Sicko before, and he ended up liking them a lot, so that was cool. How can you not like Sicko, though? It's impossible-- they're just really goddamn likeable. They always seem sort of out of place on the bill, though, because they're so poppy and upbeat, and they usually end up playing with bands that are punkier than they are. Meh.
The party on Saturday was pretty fun, too-- I restrained from drinking myself stupid, after having learned a painful lesson the weekend before. I don't want to go into too much detail, but I'll just say this: Reverse drinking? Not that fun. I hadn't done that in eight or nine years, and it's not something that I particularly missed. Most of my JERK friends didn't show-- well, not that many of them, and Roberta, Mike, and Joey had a decent excuse for not being able to come (although they're still JERKS, ya jerks!), what with them living in Seattle and all. Josh was sick, so he couldn't come either, and Brian had to work, so I guess they were all pretty valid excuses, but still...
I really want a new job. I'm sick of this crap... I hate Sundays now, because I dread coming in to work on Mondays so much. It's not even that it's that difficult (which is something that I tend to forget until I start taking calls-- last Friday was pretty horrible, though), I'm just tired of putting up with the high-school atmosphere that pervades this place.
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[10 Mar 2003|10:34pm] |
March 14th: Sicko at the Crocodile
Marth 15th: Megan and I are having our housewarming/early St. Patrick's Day party (WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!)
March 18th: The new Stephen Malkmus CD comes out
March 22nd: Stephen Malkmus at Graceland
April 11th: Frank Black at the Showbox
April 15th: Les Savy Fav and The Faint at the Showbox
There's a new New Pornographers CD coming out sometime in May, too. Hooray!
Also, I'm getting some (most?) of my deposit back. Hooray! They'd said that it should be here today, but I'll give `em a couple of extra days, and then they'd BETTER FUCKING GIVE ME MY GODDAMN MONEY, OR ELSE I'M GOING TO START KICKING SOME ASS, MOTHERFUCKERS!
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| Damn cats... |
[06 Mar 2003|03:45pm] |
...Megan's cat, Max, is such a jerk! A cute jerk, but a jerk all the same. A couple of nights ago, I got back from work before Megan, and was in the kitchen looking for something to eat. Max comes in, and so I asked him if he'd had dinner yet, and he meowed (which I took to mean "no"), so I gave him a scoop of cat food. Turns out, as I found out when Megan got home, Max doesn't get a second scoop of food at night.
So then last night I got home before she did again, and Max came in and was being super friendly, and then looking pointedly at his food bowl, at me, and then at the food bowl again, like he was thinking "Look, sucker, I'm ready for my dinner now."
He also hunches his back up and sorta runs/hops sideways when something weirds him out. It's pretty funny to watch.
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[05 Mar 2003|12:05pm] |
So, my birthday was last Thursday. I spent most of it cleaning up my shithole studio, so hopefully I'll get some of my deposit back. My deposit was three hundred fucking dollars for that place! In comparison, the new apartment's deposit was only two hundred (plus the pet fee, but Max is Megan's cat, so I didn't have anything to do with that). I'm going to be fairly pissed if I don't get some of that deposit back, but I'm not going to hold my breath waiting for anything. I didn't do that great of a job cleaning up my shower stall-- my thinking is that since it was nasty when I moved in, I shouldn't be too concerned with making it spotless (which I think is probably impossible anyhow) when I'm moving out. I seriously think that showers in prisons are probably nicer than the shower in my studio was.
Anyway, my birthday wasn't too bad, cleaning aside. I wasn't really expecting much, but I did get some money and presents from various relatives, and I got to go see Roberta's new place on Friday, which was cool.
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