a lot of gospel truth about comcast (aka the company with the worst customer service EVER)I'm with you 100%. I was promised a $70 credit for the two weeks I didn't have cable after the storm (Ike), got my bill (with no credit), called them, and was told my "request" was on file and being processed.
"Request"? WTF??? "No", I said, "The service rep I TALKED TO A MONTH AGO (sorry, I kinda lost it after 40 minutes on hold and then dealin gwith the condescending attitude from the outsourced dou$hebag on the other end of the line and shouted a bit) said my account WAS CREDITED. He didn't say anything about a "request"."
"Well, sir, i've just resubmitted your request, pay this month's bill and we'll work on having that credit on next month's bill".
Dude, I so prefer cable internet to DSL, and had roadrunner before Comcast became the sole provider in my area, but I am seriously considering direcTV and any phone company provider now.
As my husband found out after the debacle with our phone service (two months and how many hours on the phone? really? It was a simple port.) sometimes the best thing to do with comcast - and I know this is hard after all that time on hold - is to hang up and call back. Sometimes you get lucky and get the reasonably competent person. Or you make enough of a pest of yourself requesting higher and higher management until they give you what you want just to make you go away. Getting a lawyer involved also speeds the process.
The absolute despair which goes with 'finally seeing' that you are worth nothing of any meaningful use whatsoever.
Oh, the accompanying belief (real or perceived) that anyone who tries to say otherwise is 'just being kind to you' (best case scenario) is a very melancholy barrel of laughs too.
~winces~ Ouch! Ok Bub! Fess up. What is wrong? You have friends here who care, plus we are willing to listen. Make use of that.
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~winces~ Ouch! Ok Bub! Fess up. What is wrong? You have friends here who care, plus we are willing to listen. Make use of that.The absolute despair which goes with 'finally seeing' that you are worth nothing of any meaningful use whatsoever.
Oh, the accompanying belief (real or perceived) that anyone who tries to say otherwise is 'just being kind to you' (best case scenario) is a very melancholy barrel of laughs too.
Yeah, man, seriously. I was in a similar spot a while back, and if it wasn't for everyone on the boards and their barrage of emails and DeviantArt comments, it's quite probable that I would have killed myself. I'm not using any hyperbole here; for once, I'm serious. Seriously.
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Further to my recent posts here, I think that early hours of the morning almost certainly especially suck. Even C.S. Lewis mentions this in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe if I recall correctly.
If you are feeling low to start off with, early hours of the morning do not help at all.
Circadian rhythms are a mofo, for sure...
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*Umm, I'm advocating a breakdown of reason which is not harmful to others. Something like Lear (in Shakespeare) wandering around the heath, raging at the storm.
I want to say, "hey, give this nuncle dude a lawyerpony, take his kingdom, and tell him to get off my solar fraggin' plexus," but I don't want to be misinterpreted as making light of your feelings.
That's not a tempest, I ate a burrito!
Seriously, you okay, dude?
Further to my recent posts here, I think that early hours of the morning almost certainly especially suck. Even C.S. Lewis mentions this in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe if I recall correctly.
If you are feeling low to start off with, early hours of the morning do not help at all.
Charles. Come over to my house. We can throw tofu at my cats. Don't prejudge it. It's fun and they don't seem to mind.
worth nothing of any meaningful use whatsoever.
I "detect errata" in your statement!
I've been a fan of your involvement on the boards since reading your comments on the RPG Superstar board. Though I don't know you at all, I'm guessing that you are a third as old as I. So listen up:
- Your comments help keep the boards actively engaged.
- Your well-articulated, spot-on criticism forces consideration.
- Your submission, posted in one of the Open Call threads, displayed skilled writing.
For Pete's sake, you know that you're good. Take a respite, sure, but get ready to write for the next Open Call. We look forward to seeing your work in print.
I still say nothing cures a passing wave of low feelings like pelting small animals with bean curd.
Not realizing that Windows XP SP 3 crashed my computer the first time. (~grrrrrr~~~ I found out AFTER reformating and reinstalling everything. Damn you MicroSoft!)
Not realizing that Windows XP SP 3 crashed my computer the first time. (~grrrrrr~~~ I found out AFTER reformating and reinstalling everything. Damn you MicroSoft!)
~grimaces as I read the HP Patch update for XP SP 3~ It would have been nice to know that I need to install this patch FIRST!!!
A dumb French web designer.
Having to work with him.
When you're eating pizza and enjoying an egg nog and see the post above...
:D
Egg nog with pizza? :S
Suddenly 5 house flies are attracted to my monitor at work. Maybe there's a turd within.
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If managers were actually sensible and realistic people, they would hesitate before asking the impossible of the people working for them, hire more people so that everyone actually has a manageable workload …
… and then the company’s profit margins would slightly decrease, the manager (and the extra people he hired) would get fired, and they’d promote some dickwad to the managerial position.
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I know, it just never ceases to amaze me.
You're talking to somebody, and all a sudden their head morphs into Evil Bozo, and they start biting you.
And the next time it happens, you're still amazed. Over and over again.
I don't know why I'm still surprised by it. I think there should be testing though.
Rant
I take it this is not about the eggnog...
Naaah...
I like eggnog.
Just not with pizza.I just wish there was a way I could not necessarily "damage" my brain, but make myself stupider somehow.
I think it may be like meditation. Maybe if you practice acting stupider in certain situations, you can trick yourself into being stupider in them? Just hope it's not like the cross your eyes thing...
I just wish there was a way I could not necessarily "damage" my brain, but make myself stupider somehow.
Post more often at the Untitled thread, fella!
Charles. Come over to my house. We can throw tofu at my cats. Don't prejudge it. It's fun and they don't seem to mind.Further to my recent posts here, I think that early hours of the morning almost certainly especially suck. Even C.S. Lewis mentions this in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe if I recall correctly.
If you are feeling low to start off with, early hours of the morning do not help at all.
I'm bringing cookies!
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If managers were actually sensible and realistic people, they would hesitate before asking the impossible of the people working for them, hire more people so that everyone actually has a manageable workload …
… and then the company’s profit margins would slightly decrease, the manager (and the extra people he hired) would get fired, and they’d promote some dickwad to the managerial position.
Taking the blame for yourself shows good character. Blaming everyone else shows management potential.
Naaah...
I like eggnog.
Just not with pizza.I just wish there was a way I could not necessarily "damage" my brain, but make myself stupider somehow.
Watch more daytime TV.
Incidentally...
Things in Life That Suck - Daytime TV
I was running ten minutes late for job #2 when I hear a lovely ka-klunk underneath my car. Seeing how it's rush hour traffic on a Friday, it takes me an additional 5 minutes to get off the highway and somewhere I can pull over, all the while my car is making awesome metal-on-concrete noises and everyone around has pulled back about 20 feet. By this point, I'm freaking out cause I don't no shit about cars.
Pull over, hope it's just something I ran over (Did I run something over?) praying for a gnarly flat tire. My exhaust system, supposedly replaced about two months ago for $700, is hanging in pieces underneath my car. Awesome.
Call my mom, she says to slide under the car and wire that shit back together. Ok, I can do that. I'm an independent strong woman. So, move my car to a flat place (also known as East Raperville by the train tracks), jack it up, talk myself into climbing under the car and tying everything back together. I barely fit under the car cause it's tiny and low slung. I can't find any good tie ons or slip ons or whatever the hell I'm supposed to use. It starts raining. Awesome. It gets darker. Great. I keep trying, using the lights from passing cars and metro trains. No luck. I'm 45 minutes late to work. Call work, they're dead and say don't worry about coming in, which was actually really nice of them.
So it keeps raining and I start calling people for a ride. No one answers. I walk to the train station, wait for a train, this guy trys to sell me earrings and get my number, walk home. Phone dies, it rains harder, my cute little work flats are destroyed and my new jeans are pretty messy. I was so angry at the world that I swear to Pelor, steam was rolling off of me.
My mom is on her way to my apartment now, with wire and flash lights and shit. We're gong to try to get it driveable and take it back to the shop.
Then I'm getting drunk.
Bad things happen in threes. My step dad got laid off yesterday, which means I'm pretty much cut off, and my brother wrecked his car today too. And who knows what's going to happen to mine. Yay karma.
I was running ten minutes late for job #2 when I hear a lovely ka-klunk underneath my car. Seeing how it's rush hour traffic on a Friday, it takes me an additional 5 minutes to get off the highway and somewhere I can pull over, all the while my car is making awesome metal-on-concrete noises and everyone around has pulled back about 20 feet. By this point, I'm freaking out cause I don't no s%@! about cars.
Pull over, hope it's just something I ran over (Did I run something over?) praying for a gnarly flat tire. My exhaust system, supposedly replaced about two months ago for $700, is hanging in pieces underneath my car. Awesome.
Call my mom, she says to slide under the car and wire that s%@! back together. Ok, I can do that. I'm an independent strong woman. So, move my car to a flat place (also known as East Raperville by the train tracks), jack it up, talk myself into climbing under the car and tying everything back together. I barely fit under the car cause it's tiny and low slung. I can't find any good tie ons or slip ons or whatever the hell I'm supposed to use. It starts raining. Awesome. It gets darker. Great. I keep trying, using the lights from passing cars and metro trains. No luck. I'm 45 minutes late to work. Call work, they're dead and say don't worry about coming in, which was actually really nice of them.
So it keeps raining and I start calling people for a ride. No one answers. I walk to the train station, wait for a train, this guy trys to sell me earrings and get my number, walk home. Phone dies, it rains harder, my cute little work flats are destroyed and my new jeans are pretty messy. I was so angry at the world that I swear to Pelor, steam was rolling off of me.
My mom is on her way to my apartment now, with wire and flash lights and s%@!. We're gong to try to get it driveable and take it back to the shop.
Then I'm getting drunk.
Bad things happen in threes. My step dad got laid off yesterday, which means I'm pretty much cut off, and my brother wrecked his car today too. And...
~winces~ Ouch! I am so sorry to hear that. I wish you the best with that. I also hope that your Step Dad gets a job soon!
Aw man, Yeux. *hugs, cookies*
*sends lots of good vibe on yeux way... and best wishes*
Add my sympathies to the chorus. :\
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Is duct tape any good for temporarily patching exhausts back together, of does the metal get too hot?
Hope your car is still there and in one piece, Yeux.
Nah, it doesn't hold up well under the heat. There is a thicker kind of tape specially made for that application that you can usually find at places like Pep-Boys though. Another decent patch is an aluminum can with the ends cut off and sliced on one side so you can put it around the pipe, then you take 2 of those strap clamps (that use a screwdriver to tighten) to clamp it down over the two broken sections to hold the pipes together. I don't think she has a broken pipe though, just a hanging muffler, so the coat hanger is probably the way to go.
Sorry Yeux, I wish I could help out. My thoughts and prayers are with you and yours. Good luck.
Take care, YeuxAndI. It's probably too late, but the folks that "fixed" your car before should provide the tow back to their shop to really fix it.
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If you want to hear my less sucky suck (tasteless triviality bordering on arrogance), read the f&&+ing spoiler:
Alright, I seem to be the go-to guy for driving drunk people to and from bars. OK. Fine. I'm cool with that. Today, shit his the proverbial fan. No fights (that would go on the "Good Things" thread), but still just... shit.
A small group of acquaintences call me around 6 PM, already drunk. Bloody great. I go to the house they're at, pick them up, and proceed to drive them to some bar with loud terrible music and a shitty DJ. I go in, the X-es on the backs of my hands standing out like a Buddhist monk in a shopping mall.
I sit down at a table in the corner and wait for the idiots I'd been chauffeuring around to get shitfaced enough to call it a night. The music just pounds and pounds. I watch drunk couples sloppily making out in corners, men and women entering and leaving constantly. I can't f~~~ing take it anymore. Everything, just this crushing loneliness, the futility of what I'm doing. I hit the men's room and almost get in a fight with a rather aggressive gay dude. It's time to get the f&** out of there.
I just don't care anymore, I ditch them. F~&@ them. They're drunk, they aren't close friends, I'm a dick, I'm lonely, I'm sad and f!&#ed-over. I take my borrowed car and jam on seventy all the way to my parents' house. I go in, put on the Flag, and start pouring myself into the internet. I need a f$+&ing life, and I need to pull myself the f&+# together. F%$% it all.
I wish I was young again.
Only if I could have my old brain in my young body.