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Blogroll Me!
There are people on the net that have nothing better to do with their time
then be nasty to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours
a day talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for their
opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone to fit into
their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw a temper tantrum.
To these people I say grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the web is
a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here, or who I am, or what I
do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my hair, or
whatever asinine thing you dwell on, go somewhere else. It's
really, really easy. Honest. You just click the little "x" in
the corner of your browser and *poof* the offending, big, mean and nasty
site has disappeared.
I pay for this site. It's mine. That
means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like it if I'm
bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else.
Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read
them. Somewhere along the line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live
and let live Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care.
This journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and
express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't,
it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
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Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Miss Me?
Have I mentioned lately how much I loathe and despise Time Warner? Oh, sorry, that's right, it's "Bright House Networks" now. They want you to think it's something new and different, but it's the same old shit, different name. I've had zero tv or internet access since early Monday morning. Nada. You think it's boring being stuck around your apartment without a car alone all day with cable and internet access to at least connect with the rest of the world in some small way? Try it without. To say I was going ten shades of fucking stir crazy is putting it lightly. I've got to get my ISP login and password set up again so until I track that down, I can't reply to any of my 100+ emails. So, if you sent something, sorry, I'll get back to you. Also, I have a couple orders that I couldn't get out because I couldn't get into PayPal to get the addresses. Now I can and will get them out tomorrow. Sorry again. Also, the email address I get my LJ comments to has to be recreated so anything sent to it, or any comments I didn't reply to is because I didn't know about them and didn't realize. Even after I recreate it, I won't get those comments or emails since they deleted the account in the downtime. So what happened you might ask? Well, Monday morning. Knock on the door. Some strange guy. Says he's with the cable company and he needs payment. I tell him, ok, I'll call in my payment right now since I need to use my credit card. (Check card actually, I don't have any credit cards at all and haven't for years, but it carries a Mastercard logo. You know how these things work.) Of course, I'm not carrying $100-odd bucks in cash on me. So, he says, "Oh, you can give me your credit card." And I'm like, Uh, yeah, hand some stranger my credit card? I don't think so. I'm not comfortable with that, I'll use the automated system instead. Dude huffs off. Huffs! Doesn't leave me any paperwork, doesn't give me anything, just huffs off. As if it's odd that a woman alone in an apartment would be uneasy about handing some strange guy her credit card. Close door. Call in payment. Go back to desk and - big surprise - the fucker turned off the cable. Not just at the office so that they can type in a few commands and turn it back on. Nooo...at the box outside. So there's no signal coming into the building any longer. Call Love. He calls them. Bitches them out because the asshole didn't even wait five minutes for me to make the payment. They say they'll try to message him to come back out. They'll waive the reconnect fee. They're sorry. And here's the catch: if they can't reach him, the next turn-on appointment is WEDNESDAY. Did I mention they're fucktards yet? 'Cause they are. Big surprise, Mr. Asshole doesn't reply to dispatch. And doesn't come back over to turn the cable back on. Nor does he Tuesday. Finally, someone does around lunch time today. Though they don't reconnect my RoadRunner, so I have to call and sit on the phone for a half an hour. It's finally almost 2pm and I'm online for the first time since Monday morning. They took my money on Monday. And yet, didn't feel that actually warrented having serivce. I paid for something I didn't get and had to wait days for them to get their sorry asses back over here to reconnect. Are you seeing a pattern in the way they think "customer service" should be handled? Even the supervisor who Love talked to on Monday said she, as a woman, wouldn't be comfortable handing her credit card to some guy on her doorstep either. I don't care who you are or who you say you are, that just doesn't fly for me. And because Mr. Asshole has a fucking complex, and a serious attitude adjustment is needed, I have to suffer for it? What a shithead. There's been more fun these last couple days but it's not something I want to even think about. Suffice to say though that the plan to get Love's car fixed with tax returns isn't going to happen. And now we don't know what the hell we're going to do. It's been on absurdly fucking horrible week so far. I can't even express how frustrated I am with life, the universe and everything. Every time we plan to try to make something better, we get beat the fuck down before we can even try. And I'm so damned sick of it. Anyway, I'm going to try to get everything set back up. My incoming email is working, comments are working but outgoing's not at the moment. That's still leftover from the disconnect. (They have this lovely thing where if they disconnect you for even five minutes, they totally delete your account, login and email addresses. So I actually need to call them again, get the new login and recreate our email addresses again.) I've got a lot of catching up to do, communities to check, forums to look at, and whatnot, so bear with me.
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