I Think it is Time to Move on.

I received an email this morning from a friend of mine from Middle School. This is an exchange from one girl to another. The one starting the conversation is a girl I do not know. Names have been altered to protect the identities of these people. I of course am Pissed Off, Middle School Midget is my ex, Fat Cheerleader is the girl who is stuck in the past, Bo Jangles is the male friend from Middle School, and Petite Patty is the girl I know that sent this to me. The girl I do not know I will call Unknown Person.

Here goes....

(Starting with Unknown Person to Petite Patty)

"Hey I talked with Fat Cheerleader the other day and she said that Pissed Off sent her an email saying something like "why does it surprise you that Middle School Midget and I lasted that long".... Well anyways Fat Cheerleader was asking if I knew anything about it. I don't even know Pissed Off...so I wouldn't really care if she and Middle School Midget were or were not together. I didn't know anyone else that would know anything about this except you or Bo Jangles so that's why I am asking you what you know about this. Thoughts? -Unknown Person"

(Response from Petite Patty to Unknown Person)

"hmm I dunno I think someone told Pissed Off that Fat Cheerleader said that, maybe Bo Jangles, but don't quote me on that because I have no freakin idea, lol such drama! Pissed Off is really cool though. I like her lots, I just hung out w/her on Wednesday. I do remember hearing something about that but I have no idea who said what. "

(Unknown Person to Petite Patty)

"I'm gonna forward this to Bo Jangles and see what he knows... -Unknown Person"

(Last email From Petite Patty to Unknown Person)

"I don't want to get involved... why say anything to her... no point in starting drama right? just say you don't know anything about it b/c I don't want to get involved at all. "

That is the end of the exchange of words between Unknown Person and Petite Patty. I wrote an email to Fat Cheerleader on the 6th of April. This is what it said...

"So I heard you were shocked to hear that Middle School Midget and I dated for a long time..... Why was that surprising to you? Just curious. How you been? "

(Fat Cheerleader's response to that email)

"if you're that curious and you really want to 'talk' you can call me anytime..... 281-216-0642. xoxo, Fat Cheerleader"

What does it mean when the word talk is in quotes? Is that the start of fighting words? Why is Fat Cheerleader so stuck in the past? She dated Middle School Midget in Middle School. That was fucking 15 years ago. I think that is plenty of time to have healed from any wounds occurred from that time. I just think it is ridiculous that she is still not over it.

I responded to her with this...

"What's the deal with your friend Unknown Person doing some investigation on me? You dated Middle School Midget in middle school. Don't you think you should be over it by now? I mean, honestly. Besides I am not even with him anymore, so what is the huge fucking problem? I have bigger things to stress out about and worry about. Tell Unknown Person I said "Hi." Glad you are all so concerned with my life. "

I am sure that if she hasn't grown up by now, she is probably not going to, but it's worth a shot.

I must be pretty damn important for her to be so concerned, and if she is trying to track down who all she said that shit to in the beginning, she may be better off keeping me out of her mouth. Grow the fuck up and move on to something else. Your story is old, and no one cares dumb obese bitch!!

Pigs in the Workplace

Due to the recent unemployment of The Fraudulent Christian, I had to assist PT Shmoozer with answering the phones while she went to lunch. It just so happens that Houston law enforcement shows during this time. They had initially asked me where the owner was. The owner had walked out about 30 minutes prior to their arrival. They ask for the next in charge. That would be the GM, but he is out until 4/30 on a vacation. They proceed to ask me for the next in line; which just so happens to be PT Shmoozer, and she too was out to lunch. They then ask us if a fire were to occur, how would we direct everyone out seeing that no one of authority was in the establishment. The police, or as I would like to call them Hooskin Haters, start asking me and Girly Boy about licenses. I was not sure what licenses they were speaking of, and Girly Boy directs them to a pin board located behind PT Shmoozer's door. I asked the Hooskin Haters if that was sufficient and they said no, so I decided to ring PT Shmoozer on her mobile phone. PT Shmoozer drags her saggy ass back to work, and at this point the Hooskin Haters were rummaging about things in the office as if they owned the place. The Hooskin Haters are then directed to the only 2 salesmen we have. They ask them about their licenses to sell cars. They inform us that according to their records we are selling cars illegally. I imagine things went fairly well with them after that, because I walked out for a smoke, and when I returned, they had left. The Hooskin Haters tell the people in the front that we, Girly Boy and myself refused to tell them the owners name. That was a crock, had they asked for it, they would have received it. I wasn't offering the information, but if they wanted it they could have asked. Police get on my damn nerves sometimes. Why would they say to their superior on the phone that I refused to give them the owner's name? Fucking pigs!!!

Someone Got Canned!!!

It was only a matter of time before The Fraudulent Christian was going to be let go. That just so happened to be yesterday. Like the dumb ass she is, she went to the GM and told him her probationary period was coming to an end, and asked him if they had any intentions of keeping her. He said no. I guess she then told him that she would work until the end of the pay period, which is Monday. I guess that didn't go so well. She is not here today, so I imagine her asking made the process go much quicker than she had anticipated. She had the audacity to go to my boss yesterday and ask if she could take my position once I left. My boss told me this and said that he would quit if they put her in my spot. It is nice to be loved and appreciated. I can honestly say that he is the coolest boss here, even though his lunchtime habits tend to piss me the fuck off. They seriously need to hire someone else. They are still behind on employees. They have yet to fill the receptionist position and Fuzzy McCootersnatch left a while ago. Now, they have to fill the accounts payable position because The Fraudulent Christian got the can, and as of next Friday, I will be out of here and my seat will be empty. I know that working in the front is not easy. It isn't the work that is difficult, but the lady at the front that has been there 26 years is a bitch; I'll call her PT Shmoozer (she drives an ugly PT Cruiser). It is hard for anyone to stay in accounts payable with PT Shmoozer. She is hard to work for and never satisfied with anyone. It seems that no one ever makes it past their probationary period. I guess that is because even though they are short on staff, they would rather not invest in someone and offer them the few dinky benefits they have available here. I can honestly say I saw it coming; I just can't believe the idiot initialized her own termination. That reminds me of the movie Friday, where the guy gets fired on his day off. That shit doesn't happen everyday!!!

Variety of Thoughts

I am tired. I have to go through all of my things and decide what I am going to take and what I am not going to take with me. Where do I start?

The weather sucks today. Seems like a monsoon is occurring right outside the glass doors I look out of. When I walked out to my car this morning, a huge branch of pine was behind my car. I had to move it out of the way, of course causing me to get drenched. I hope the water doesn't cause a flood; my car is low to the floor.

I am a bit aggravated when it comes to people stepping on my toes. If I started something, like a weekly routine of something, is it okay for people that I invited to start doing it without me, as if they started the fucking tradition? I really want to know other peoples take on this. I started a dining experience in which I invited friends to join me, and now they are doing it, but I am not included. I know everyone has a right to do things themselves and to eat wherever the fuck they want, but I find it rude and disrespectful that they are going without inviting me to join. It is not as if they were attending this establishment on a regular basis, if at all, prior to my invitation. I know why I am not being invited as well. The reason is because of the altercation I had with the Karaoke guy a while back. I really shouldn't let it bother me. After all I will be leaving soon, and I shouldn't sink to the maturity levels of others.

My friends in NJ, Sweet Charity and Lamb Bone (for now) aren't on Yahoo! Messenger. I wonder if their Meatball Morning boss took it off of their computer. I miss them. How will I go all day without speaking to my NJ best friend and her co-worker. Why must Meatball Morning play with my emotions and be a menopausal bitch? Of course I haven't had the opportunity to meet Meatball Morning, but when I do I'll make sure to give her a swift kick in the teeth for making my friend upset yesterday. I hope Sweet Charity is missing me as much as I miss her right now.

I called Nanny Mongo 911 in NJ this morning; no answer. Why am I being tormented today?

I failed to mention the most recent news with The Fraudulent Christian this past weekend. There is a girl that works only on Saturday that is our weekend receptionist. Well, she sits at The Fraudulent Christian's desk on Saturdays. Well, The Fraudulent Christian uses this odd thing for her computer keyboard so that is is elevated and tilted. Saturday Receptionist moves it out of the way when she gets in; no big deal. The Fraudulent Christian leaves a note to Saturday Receptionist saying that she has no problem with Saturday Receptionist sitting at HER desk, but she needs to put things back how she found them. First off, The Fraudulent Christian is new, and she really shouldn't be taking ownership of the company just yet. Secondly, Saturday Receptionist is the nicest person ever. She wasn't intentionally forgetting to put the keyboard back the way she found it, but in spite, I personally would fail to put it back each time she bitched about it. That's how I roll. Besides, I have tried using that tilt keyboard thingy, and it is ridiculously slanted. I don't know how she uses it. It isn't like a subtle prop, it is a lap mate gone too far.

I thought I was going to have to pay all of my apartment fees and costs up front. Turns out they aren't requiring me to do that. I was allowed an extension. That is a good thing. That means I don't have to charge every last cent I have in credit cards. Whew, close call. I like to have a little safety, you know?

I think that is all for now. My boss beckons. I will get more to you all in a bit.

The Fraudulent Christian

I work with a woman that calls herself a Christian. She always goes on about how she never says mean things about people and how she prays for people with ugly souls. This bitch is crazy. First off, she DOES talk bad about people. She got Fuzzy McCootersnatch and I in an argument a while back because she opens her mouth when it is not necessary. Secondly, the woman is married. Not only is The Fraudulent Christian married, but she lives with another man. She lives with the father of her child. So, let's catch up before we go any further.

1) There is a woman
2) She claims to be a Christian
3) She talks bad about people
4) She is married to a man she does not live with
5) She lives with another man other than her husband

Let us continue shall we? Well, on top of all this, she is a slut bag. She is sleeping with one of the guys at work that is also married. She is unaware of the widespread knowledge people have of this, but it is certainly very obvious. She leaves for lunch, his truck follows, she returns from lunch, his truck follows, and when she leaves for the day, he is right behind her. I wasn't aware that devout Christians are home wreckers too. I guess that was not in the part of the Bible I have ever read. The thing is, don't preach about how holy you are, when you aren't. Let's add to our list shall we?

6) She is sleeping with a married man
7) The married man she is sleeping with works with us

Moving on...... Recently before Fuzzy McCootersnatch left us to go to The Bike Rally, The Fraudulent Christian asked her for help in setting up a profile on Match.com. I guess her free trial was over and she went on to what she had free reign over. This lady is also not attractive. She is 50, or approaching 50, dresses like she is 20, and looks pregnant with triplets. How is that for a visual?

There are more interesting tid bits about The Fraudulent Christian. Not very long ago she was telling Fuzzy McCootersnatch and I about an issue she has with puss in her urine. She stated that it was a Urinary Track Infection, and claimed she didn't sleep around, but at this point that is all up in the air. After all, does a devout Christian woman get involved with a happily married man that has 2 children?

One day she arrives to work, goes upstairs and there was no coffee made. She tells Pirate Pants to make her some coffee. Pirate Pants has been working here for 26 years, he came over with the owner, so she was wrong for asking him to make her some coffee. Luckily he didn't. He informed her that anyone wanting coffee was responsible for making it themselves. She of course waited for the cleaning lady to arrive and told her to make her some coffee. She claimed she didn't know how to make it. Well, business coffee makers usually have prepacked coffee, as we do, and a button on the machine that says "start" or "brew". Fucking idiot!!!

Then, last week, she must have cut herself with some paper or something so she gets on the intercom and calls one of the parts guys to the front desk. He was unavailable, so another parts guy comes to the counter. He asked what she needed and she told him she needed Breakfast Taco Runner to go and get her a band-aid. Well, this was also a do-it-yourself type thing like the coffee. You need a band-aid, get it yourself. The parts guy told her this and she said, "I'll wait until he isn't busy, I don't feel like walking all the way over there." Bitch, with your fat, pregnant, triplet looking ass you could use to walk up a few steps!!

Tell me after all this that this lady is a good Christian woman. She is a lunatic!!!

Bump Into My Trunk Why Don't You!!

As I was driving to work on Thursday, April 18, I approached a red light. I stopped, like any normal person would. Well, guess who didn't? The person behind me. I think he may have come to a complete stop and his foot may have slipped off the brake, but I am not giving him any benefit of the doubt. He hit my car!!! As soon as I was given the extra inch boost and a thud rang in my ears, I immediately freaked out and jumped out of my car. I told him to back up and all I could see was an imprint of his license plate on my bumper. Luckily I had a shirt in my car. I grabbed it, wiped off the bumper and saw nothing. The dust wiped away clean. I was mortified. I get back into Suki (the car), and attempt to drive while my leg is shaking faster than a Richard Simmons workout. This was the day I picked up Antibelle and Cable Guy from the airport. This was the first time Antibelle saw my car, and what if, just what if this douche planted a dent in my rear? Luckily that was not the case. He may have bumped my trunk, but he didn't have enough varoom to dent my rear.

CAUTION: Red light specials and not paying attention can make you tap that ass!!

2 Weeks has been Given

It is official. I am moving in 2 weeks from today and work has been notified. I am excited for something new. My boss told me that he is happy for me, but he will miss me. I teared up a little today when I told him. I am excited, but at the same time I am sad. I will miss my Eggland's Best. He is a wonderful guy, and if I could, I would take him with me. My life can't stop for just him though. I have goals and ambitions. I have to make something of myself, no matter how discouraging or negative my parents are. I feel I am doing the right thing. The transition is going to be hard, but I have a few new friends to look forward to hanging out with more. It seems I couldn't get enough of them when I was there. Sweet Charity and Nanny Mongo 911, I am on my way.

Italian Long-Lunch, you are a DICK!

I must start by saying that I am ready to get out of this job and into the groove of my new one to come. My boss, Italian Long-Lunch left for lunch at 12:30 this afternoon. Guess what time he came back? Just guess. 2:45. The fucking asshole took 2 hours and 15 fucking minutes for lunch knowing that I had not yet eaten and that I would have to wait for him to return prior to my leaving for lunch.

Can it be May 7th already?

Then, on top of this all, he doesn't tell me he had returned from lunch. I just so happen to walk past his office to see him sitting there. I look at him as if my eyes were about to pop out of their socket. He looks at me like a lunatic and asks me why I hadn't left yet. Why? Because your dumb fucking ignorant Italian ass never fucking told me you were back. He is fully aware that I cannot leave without him here. How would I have known to leave if he didn't tell me? What a fucking bastard.

I am counting down the days.... 19 more to go. 19.

I leave, and in doing so pick up the phone and call my mother, Spanish Fly. She says I should complain. Well should I? What will it accomplish? Maybe the other idiots we work with are oblivious to how long a lunch this fucking douche is actually taking.

Just breathe, Pissed off, just breathe.

I have had it with this company. The thing that no one realizes here is that I have to wait for my boss to return from lunch before I go. No one else has to do that lunch coordination bullshit.

Where are my nun chucks when I need them?

I am about to say something, because if I don't I fear for the safety of these people around me. I won't do what psycho did at Virginia Tech, but I will have a bitch slapping party where all these fuck faces are invited.

Don't these bitches know I am crazy?

You May Have to be Patient Now- Think, Listen, and Heed Signs

This was my fortune today. I guess I am supposed to be patient in waiting for my packet from the new job, or telling my current job that I am out of this place. I must say it has been different around here. I have been busier, my boss has been asking me to do more work, and does so when I am in the middle of another project. I guess he thinks that I am just going to drop what I am doing to do what he hands me. Wrong. When I get to work on Monday there are certain things I have to do. I have to submit Vehicle Down Reports to NJ, and I have to supply the owner with a week in review of the previous week, which at times can be extremely time consuming. The Vehicle Down Reports are to be submitted by 12 noon. In that case, why would I stop doing something with a time limit to do something else without a time limit? This makes no sense. I feel like I am surrounded by a bunch of imbeciles. If they only knew I was leaving in 20 days from today. They will soon enough, I am just waiting for all my information in writing from the new job. This place is so unprofessional compared to the new place. I went there Friday for my interview, and they were on top of everything. They keep their promises. You know how I know this? They are having it all put in writing. This place never did that. The General Manager is an idiot. He makes promises he can't keep and also forgot what he offered me salary wise. I am glad that I don't have much time left, besides who can go wrong with professionalism and more money?

Fortune, I am patiently awaiting........ Thinking, listening, and heeding signs of course.

Switch: The Gay Club for Men

I flew to NJ Friday the 13th for an interview. At that time, I had arranged to get together with my newest friends, Sweet Charity and Nanny Mongo 911. I met Sweet Charity through MySpace earlier the previous week, and after a few emails back and forth and the addiction to one another on Yahoo Messenger, we were a hit. Initially we were only going to hang out one of the two nights I was in New Jersey, but after my first dose, I couldn't get enough. Sweet Charity and Nanny Mongo 911 came to pick me up from my parents house. It was late, and the directions given to them were not satisfactory. Nonetheless we get into the car, load a bowl of dank bud, and drive to their neck of the woods. We go straight to this gay club called Switch. Upon our arrival, we walk into what seems to be a sausage fest of homosexual males. None of us were concerned with this, we were minding our own business and hanging out. After a couple drinks and a few cigarettes we were joined with more females; friends of Sweet Charity and Nanny Mongo 911. After a bit, Sweet Charity and I go outside to smoke a cigarette and we are slowly joined by some of the other females in the group. Following the other females is who I would like to call Irate Bar Bitch, a male bartender, telling all of us that we were cut off from drinking or ordering any additional beverages. At this point, I had consumed 3 alcoholic beverages and if I were to be cut off from anything it was the potent shit I was putting in my lungs that was making my eyes as red as a fire engine. Irate Bar Bitch informed us that we went to both of the bars in the front and rear of the establishment. This was not the case. We were only at the bar nearest to the exit in which smokers can unite as one with their puffs of carbon monoxide filling the windy town of Boonton, NJ. This did not make any of us happy. Sweet Charity and I go to the restroom, and when we all reunited it was to do so with the manager of the joint, who just so happened to be a lesbian. She ensures that her bartender would be reprimanded and gives all of us our cover charges back. The manager asks the group their sexual orientation and states that it is a predominately male club. I personally have been to many gay clubs in many different states, but never in my life was I asked or told 1) my sexual orientation (unless I was getting hit on) or 2) told that a gay club is strictly for males. I saw other women at the bar, just not very many. Is that why we were mistreated? Because we ladies are discriminated against by those not wanting to be discriminated........... I don't get it.

My Fortune: "Your Dearest Wish Will Come True"

I didn't have time to make my lunch for today, so I went over to Lam Bo, a buffet place and got some sushi to go. I am kind of traditional when it comes to fortune cookies. I always eat the entire cookie before I look at the fortune. Someone a long time ago told me that is what you are supposed to do, and so I have done it like that for years. Well, after my meal, I reach for the fortune cookie. I try not to anticipate the outcome of the cookie's fortune, so I slowly eat my fortune cookie and then grab the piece of paper within it. My fortune: "Your dearest wish will come true". Hmmmm, which one? The one that I get this job in NJ? The one about Eggland's Best? The one about wanting everything to go smoothly? Who knows. What wish is most dear? At this point, I am unable to fully comprehend the fortune I have been dealt. Maybe I am thinking about it too hard, but there is nothing wrong with some harmless fun and a way to explore yourself according to a piece of paper found inside a cookie. I wonder how they get the paper in the cookie anyway. I mean surely they aren't baking or frying or whatever they do to them with the shit inside, right? I should look that up. I wish there was a way to look up what my dearest wish is, this shit is going to drive me nuts! Way to make me think, Lam Bo.

Are you serious?

I received this email today after jokingly asking my friend Karaoke King why I was bumped down on his "top friends" list on MySpace......

"Everyone gets shuffled around from time to time and this is exactly why I deleted my first Myspace page... people cryin' about not being the #1 friend. Sad yes..and fucking stupid. But...if you need a reason.. This whole this last week about me changing plans and how you're hurt over it is a bunch of stupid bologna. You changed our plans Monday and did I cry over it? No. Then you proceed to berate me because I wouldn't further change my plans to help you. Well, I'm sorry. Then, I see that you blog about the whole situation and you fail to reveal the reason I changed plans, trying to make yourself look "holy-er-than-thou" and that is the last straw. I believe I've treated you well. I've gone above and beyond to hook you up with drinks and dinner and such and for what? I'm a nice guy. I didn't hit on you or make you uncomfortable..I was just there to hang with. I believe part of your anger about the plans thing is that you expected me to pay for your dinner because I'd been so willing in the past. Well, times they are a changin. Seeing you so hung up on all this has really changed the way I look at you. It's sad. You're one of the only ladies I know who's intelligent, fun and beautiful yet you can't function alone. I'm removing the sign from my back that says "STEP HERE". I'm letting you know now NOT to plan on Tuesday night...I have plans already with other friends. It was fun while it lasted. I hope you get all you're looking for when you move to NJ. Good luck. Oh yeah...and inviting your friend to dinner, having drinks and expecting me to pony up for it was pretty bold. Thank goodness that won't be happening again. "

I surely wasn't expecting that from him. It bothers me that he even thinks that way. I am no one to convince anyone else otherwise, because I lack the effort to even attempt trying. If this is how I come off to other people, so be it; the ones that really know me know that this isn't the case.

As far as the tab, my friend ate what I had left on my plate from my meal. The only thing that she ordered was one beer and I had the same. When the bill came I asked him if he wanted to split it down the middle, then retreated and said "Oh no, I forgot we both (my friend and I) had a beer each", he said it was fine, I double checked and that was it. I mean, I will give you your $3.50 extra that you paid. If I am not mistaken, I split the total bill with him, including the edamame I didn't order and whatnot, but if that is such a big deal, my bad. I didn't realize it was like that. I should have busted out the calculator.



I guess this just proves that people get offended when they are called out. As far as the Monday night deal and my backing out, he was offering to pay for a massage, so in the long run I am glad I backed out. I wouldn't dare want that thrown in my face.

I never asked him to pay for anything for me; he offered. The point of the matter is to not offer something to someone if you are going to shove it back in their face. It really isn't a gift when you talk about it so much. Let me pay for myself, I never said you had to do it.

This just proves to me more and more my justification for leaving Houston. I love Houston, I mean I grew up here, but everything has changed so much from when I loved it here, I loved being here, and I loved the people here. It surely isn't the same.

Also, plans are plans. Don't get upset with me for not keeping your end of the bargain and being called out in a blog. When I cancelled, it was to....
1) Not have you spend YOUR money on me
2) To get my TV that I had been waiting for nearly a month for
and
3) I called the lady myself to cancel, therefore not inconveniencing you in any manner

What else do you want from me? You get mad that I cancel something you were going to pay $35 for, to do something important, but are upset that we split a tab where a $3.50 drink was on there. I am sure we didn't order the exact same thing, and with you ordering a la carte, are you sure I didn't pick up some of your tab? Do you know for a fact? I wasn't meticulous in the unveiling of the receipt. I guess we will never know.

Maybe I will go and order the exact same thing we both did to decipher the results, if it is such a big deal.

Next time the calculator will be present, say no more.

Good Friday: In God we Trust

I work in an Italian company, where most people are predominately Catholic, myself included, but we do not have Good Friday off like most companies. When I asked if we had Friday off, the technicians started laughing. I was told by the Italian-Venezuelan that our company is only religious when it comes to the dollar bill. The dollar bill states "In God We Trust", but for this company, "When there is money, we work." I was also told by the techs that the owner once made people come in on Christmas and New Years one year because someone had asked if they were getting off early on Christmas Eve. Apparently if upset him for someone to ask "such a ridiculous question." Not only are we working today, but tomorrow as well. Saturdays is the slowest of all days and there is really no point in being open, but We only get Easter Sunday off because we don't work Sundays and he doesn't have to pay us. I think it is somewhat odd, because the main company located in NJ is off today, all weekend, and Monday. I am not too concerned because I do not anticipate being here much longer. I received an email yesterday with my job offer in writing. I just need to book the flight!

Why am I such a sensitive person?

I am the type of person that gets emotional over everything. I try to not let things get to me, but I can't help it. I am a sap. I cry at movies, I cry when I am upset, and I cry when I am sad. It is hard for me to not take things personally. I guess it is because I have been let down so many times that I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, but when they disappoint me, I can't help but become emotional over it. When people make plans with me, I hold them to those plans. Maybe my expectations of people are wrong. Maybe I look at things differently than I should. Maybe I shouldn't take things so personally. Maybe I should go with the flow and not make plans; that way I wouldn't be disappointed. If I never made any plans and received a call at the right time, then I should just do it. I am not like that. I don't go out often. I don't feel like I have many friends. I have a few friends, and most of the time, they are too busy for me. Most times I can't be penciled in because other people's lives are more eventful than that of my own. I want to do more things. I want to be invited places. I want people to want to hang out with me. I don't want people to feel obligated to call me, or obligated to be my friend. I never want someone to invite me just because someone else says something, but because they want me to be there. I know this probably sounds worse than it is. I just feel so alone. I go home everyday to a wonderful companion, my cat Oliver. He is always excited to see me, and that makes me feel good. He looks forward to me coming home, and when he hears me coming, he is by the door waiting for me. Oliver greets me with a Meow everytime I walk into my apartment. He is the one thing I look forward to when I dread going home and being by myself. I am the only one of most my friends that is single, or doesn't have children, or lives alone. It sucks. Sometimes I am tired of just hanging out with myself.

God Bless you Circuit City

I have been going through hell the past few weeks with Circuit City. I bought a 32" LCD Polaroid Television there in December, and nearly a month ago it quit working. I fiddled with the cords a bit, and it miraculously started working again. A few days later, it stopped even registering the connection. Normally, the TV has a red light when off, and once you turn it on, it turns to a blue light. Well, when it stopped for the second time it wasn't even registering at all, therefore no red light. I called Circuit City Protection Program to have someone come out and look at the Television. The soonest appointment was a week and a half later than my call date. This made me mad, but at the same time I have another TV that I was able to use in the meantime. After waiting a week and a half for the technician to come out to my house, he immediately informed me that my TV was not repairable and that an exchange would have to be made. Due to the policies ran by Circuit City, I had to wait for them to call me, bring my old TV in to them, and receive the new TV. I asked the guy how long this typically takes and he said "around one week." I waited and waited, no response. I called the local Circuit City where I had bought the TV. I asked them the same question. The guy on the other end told me "between 48 hours and a week." Fast Forward to this past Saturday. I called Circuit City because up until this point I had been extremely patient in waiting for this process. The manager I spoke to had no idea what I was talking about when I told them what the technician had told me, and what the employee I spoke with told me earlier in the week. Well, I lost it; here came the waterworks. I started balling. I am not a very patient person, and to make me wait a month when the TV has been in my house less that 4 months is not acceptable. I didn't spend nearly a grand to look at a TV that doesn't work, and customer service that is ridiculous. I called the Protection Plan again and told them what the manager has said to me, the employee earlier in the week, and the technician. They finally resolved the issue. They filed a complaint with the actual store and told me a resolution would be made by Monday. Guess what? My phone just rang. Guess what day it is? Monday! They just called me and told me that my TV was ready for exchange!!! I feel like a vegetarian in a garden. I am so happy. I mean, how would you feel if you were paying for something and you couldn't even use it? Monday is now not so drab. When people ask me what my plans are after work, I am just going to tell them; "I have plans with my baby."