I never get over here unless I am frustrated beyond anything else and need a place to fucking vent.
How the fuck do I give the customer service I am known for if the companies I procure services from are slacking off?
My dog is a fucking cunt hair away from the pound or a bullet to the brain.
Every morning, between 2:30 and 3am he is standing next to bed whining. If I don’t wake up he goes and pisses on the bathroom floor.
What’s that? I should put him out before I go to bed?
Uh yeah – thanks.
Did that.
Also, he has no fucking problem sleeping through the night when my husband is home.
The middle of the night piss-fests only occur when BigD is out of town.
Pound or bullet?
Here’s a good one:
I’ve been doing one of those body cleanse deals. You know the ones, you take 8-10 fiber-rich HORSE pills a day for a week and your body gently eliminates all the toxins.
Um … yeah.
I am on day fucking twelve (that means I’m past the original seven day cleanse and have move on to the intermediate 14-day cleanse – similar to cleaning the heads of a print cartridge). I may have “eliminated” three times in the past ten days and I’m pretty sure the one time was because I drank a LOT at a friend’s coming home party.
Either I have no toxins in my body (yay-go-me), or I am impervious to the gentle “cleansing” effects of this product.
As a side-note, I can also drink a pot HIGHLY caffeinated coffee and fall asleep, so there’s that.
WTF happened to common politeness?
When someone offers you a Diet Pepsi that they bought to have on hand just for you, is is absolutely fucking necessary to thank them, then point out the fact that you don’t drink, Diet Pepsi, that you actually AVOID Diet Pepsi?
Way to be gracious, asshole.
What makes some people think that the country’s current shitty economy affects only them?
“I can’t afford that … the economy sucks.”
“I’m broke … can you let me have it on credit/give me a deal?”
Or the more surreptitious:
“Wow, wish I could have/do that, but I can’t afford it.”
This is usually accompanied by big, ol’ fucking cow eyes or a heart-rending sigh.
Yeah, well I can’t afford it either. And since I can’t afford it, I either start putting aside some money until I can afford it or I make a note to keep checking if the price has gone down.
Or I do without.
Novel idea, eh?
Nobody is gonna give you ANYTHING for a discount or for free just because you whine about the economy making your life difficult.
I need new glasses. My new glasses are going to cost me over $300. Guess how much I’m gonna pay for them?
Yup, exactly what my optometrist is charging me. $297 plus fucking tax.
Know why? The economy is bad and she don’t give discounts to people that whine about the economy being bad.
And I have no eye insurance.
Christ.
Do I actually give off an “I Don’t Have a Life” vibe which causes people to corral me and tell me every one of their fucking problems, annotated and in alphabetical order? Do I seem so accomplished and on top of shit that they actually believe that I might have an answer to their problems and woes?
They should do what I do – get a fucking blog to bitch in when they need to bitch and there is no one who gives any sort of a shit to listen, cuz I got news for them:
My life ain’t no big ol’ bowl of cherries and I am just as fucked up as they are.
Your dog. Ugh. My dogs are butt-licking sons of bitches sometimes but never that bad. That dog either has a bladder issue or it is trying to TRAIN you. That’s pretty evil.
I hate people who whine about the economy because they are not learning that they really need to give up on their demands for instant gratification when it involves things that cost money. They still -want- and not being able to pay for what they want is not deterring them. So they keep wanting in more creative ways hoping they’ll get what they want anyway. Oh that hurt my head.
I wear contacts but I ordered some cheap prescription eyeglasses online. If they work, I’ll never buy glasses from the optometrist again. They haven’t arrived yet so we’ll see. Cross your fingers!
Your dog isn’t related to mine, is he? I can let them out at 9, again at 11 and even as late as 1 but come 2:30 am, they are singing in 2 part harmony and waking up the neighborhood.
Except for the nights of the week that my husband doesn’t have to work. Then they go out at 7 pm and you’d never know they’re in the house for the rest of the night. I get accused of making it up.
MsSasha, if those glasses work out for ya, let me know.
And my dog? I have teetered and tottered between the evilness and the bladder thing. I am leaning toward the evil, actually. He doesn’t do it when TheHub is home.
Grrr …
Judith, I got the same thing:
“Oh, lookit my buddy, he a GOOD buddy … mama over reacts don’t she?”
While the dang dog looks up at him with those oh-ain’t-you-the-best-in-the-world eyes.
Feh …
Yep, except are times 3…Jake, Elwood and Odie. The worst of it? -I’m- the one who feeds them.
sorry, first line should read MINE are times 3