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FUCK YOU, OFFICE FUCKING MAX. [06 Sep 2008|06:17pm] Okay. So, you know how you can take old printer cartridges into stores and get cash or credit toward your next purchase? Right. So, Office Max has always had the best deal as far as I know. For every cartridge one brings in, one will receive $3 off their purchases. I needed both a color and a black cartridge for my printer today, so it seemed like a fantastic day to turn in the five empty cartridges I have here at home. First, I grabbed what I intended to purchase. Then, at the register, Dwayne pulled out the empty cartridges and said to the associate, "We'd like to get a credit for these." He said it in a total reasonable, polite way. The guy was all, "Do you have a rewards card?" I shook my head and said, "Uh, no?" He said, "Well, I can't give you a credit for those unless you have one." Then he pulled out a sheet of paper, told me to take it home and fill it out, then to go online to set up my account. He was very curt, very rude, very uninformative. He scanned the purchase, scanned the code for each of the five cartridges, and told me the total. It was for the full price. I said, "What about the credit?" He said, "You'll get that at the end of the month via email." O-kay. I said to Dwayne, "I don't know if I want to do that." I started racking my brain, trying to figure out if one of the other office supply stores in the area had a better plan. In those few seconds, the guy started gathering up my old cartridges in a huff like he was going to give them back to me because I dared to question if this is the best option for me. WHAT THE FUCK. The thing is, there didn't seem like a good reason why he had to be like that. It isn't like there was some huge line or anything for him to hurry and attend to. The store was practically empty. I decided to go ahead with the purchase, but I was streaming about how rude he was from start to finish. Just a total asshole. Then, when I got home, I went on the Office Max site to see where I needed to go to set up this rewards card account. According to the paperwork I was given, I wasn't supposed to be doing this at all. The associate was supposed to have done it for me. So, I called the store and asked how to go about setting it up online by myself. The kid who answered said, "Um, well, our employees are supposed to do that for you. If you want to fill out that paper and bring it back here, we'll set it up for you." Furious, I drove back to the store. There, a female employee told me the kid on the phone was wrong. I could have set it up online at home. I just would have had to go to some place on the upper right at the website. But, she said, "I don't know why the first person didn't do this for you, but I'll take care of it now." So, she has my paper with the information. And supposedly she's going to set me up with an account so I can get my $15 credit for the cartridges at the beginning of October via email. I am NOT pleased with the customer service. If the original dickhead had done his job correctly, this would have been a completely different situation. 4 comments|post comment

Further trauma! [03 Sep 2008|07:20pm] [ mood | nauseated ] As it wasn't enough having the doctor remove pieces of my insides today! An hour ago, Dwayne gave me half of his bean burrito. I dipped it in ranch-seasoned sour cream, took a bite, chewed, chewed, chewed, chewed, chewed, chewed, chewed, chewed, chewed, chewed, chewed, chewed, swallowed, and then glanced down and noticed that the burrito in my hand was actually beef. At that moment, I considered running to the bathroom and forcing myself to puke. But then I decided I hate puking more than I hate the idea that I just ate beef for the first time in over eighteen years. Now, I'm kind of wishing I'd gone with the puking plan. For the record, no, I didn't taste the difference. The dressing has a very strong taste and covered it up. But I did feel the difference in my mouth. Oh, and Dwayne apologized several times. He says he ordered "bean." So, it was Taco Time who messed up. Here are my meat-consumption stats: Last ate beef at age 12. (Until the one bite I had today.) Last ate chicken and turkey at age 16. Last ate fish at age 16. (Except for the bite I had at age 20, and the bite I had at age 25.) The only other meats I've ever had are pork, prawns, shrimp, oyster, and crab. Those were all before I was 12 and only tried on one or two occasions each. 5 comments|post comment

One Tree Hill. [03 Sep 2008|02:39pm] [ mood | silly ] As you may recall, Dwayne and I started watching One Tree Hill this summer. We have now seen every episode to date, including the season 6 premiere episode from Monday night. (Dwayne has seen every episode of s1 - 4 twice.) During these months, I've been very careful not to get spoiled. I couldn't read any message boards for the show because I knew that even the subject lines would spoil me for things I hadn't seen. (And, yes, I was still spoiled for some stuff. It was impossible not to be.) So, now that I'm caught up, I can read almost anything I want about the show! It's fun and all, but I have to admit, I kind of liked it better when I was in my own OTH world where the only people I discussed it with were Dwayne, Lindsey, and my co-worker, Angie. I will readily admit that it's a trashy soap opera, but I don't want to hear those kind of criticisms from the rest of the world. It makes me feel like The World is taking something away from me! Also, I've now learned about the warring factions of shippers. The Leytons vs. Brucas are the most volatile I've seen for a good, long while. It's totally bizarre to me that so many people hate Lucas, the main character, yet they all fight over which girl he should be with. It's actually bizarre to me that they hate Lucas at all. I mean, I get mad at him sometimes, but I still love him. It wouldn't be the same trashy soap opera without him! They call him "Lucass" on the message boards and talk about wishing he'd die! Oh, my heart. 2 comments|post comment

Quizes. [30 Aug 2008|10:28pm] [ mood | tired ] ( Read more... ) post comment

Weird dream. [30 Aug 2008|07:28am] [ mood | groggy ] Last night, I dreamed that I found out my friend, Jesse, died. He was burning some kind of weird candles because he was cold, and then fell asleep. There was something toxic in the smoke so he never woke up. Oh, how I cried! And cried. Then, I ran outside to an old stone fountain, sank to my knees, and cried some more. Later in the dream, I was at a family barbecue. Jesse showed up. (At my family barbecue?) I ran up to him all, "I thought you died! I've been crying so much!" He was like, "That's weird. I didn't die. You must have dreamed all that." Then he kissed the top of my head. (Which I really don't think he could pull off in real life. He isn't that much taller than me.) What a roller coaster! The good thing is that ALL of it was a dream. I can't handle waking up after having dreams where someone who really is dead shows up and tells me they never died. Because then I have to accept that, yeah, they did. 5 comments|post comment

Damn these cats. [24 Aug 2008|01:55pm] [ mood | angry ] I just cleaned the house. I mean, it isn't totally clean yet, but the vacuuming and sweeping are done, specifically. It's really great. No clumps of cat hair, no pieces of moss, no dirt lying around. The thing is, I know it will only be dirty again by tomorrow. It will always be dirty. I don't know what the deal is. I've lived with these cats for 6.5 years now. But during this past year I have gotten SO SICK of them. When they were kittens destroying everything, it was just a phase they were going through. It's just a thing kittens do. (By the way, I don't ever want another kitten.) When they destroyed one arm (is that what's called?) of our (then) brand new couch, I was pissed, but I mostly blamed Dwayne. (He wouldn't build or let me buy a scratching post because he thinks they're unsightly.) When they would pee in places they shouldn't I blamed a) Dwayne for not keeping the litter box clean enough (that's his job in this house. We agreed and shook on it years ago in exchange for me always doing the dishes) or b) Cameron for bringing his dog over to our house and scaring them. But now, the cats have collectively turned the whole house into their litter box. If we leave any clothes out (particularly clean ones), they get peed on. If we leave the door open to the guest bedroom, it gets peed in. If we leave the door to my office open, they will come up and spray on the chairs, the walls, the books, and the stuffed animals. If Dwayne leaves the door to the garage or basement open, his drums and drum cases get sprayed. Two nights ago, Dwayne left his backpack on our bedroom floor. Early in the morning, someone peed on it. If we leave ANYTHING on the kitching fucking table, it will get peed on. It isn't just one or two of them doing this like we used to think. All four cats have been caught in the act on multiple occasionsn now. I've been reading all the tips online about this. Nothing is working. We have four litter boxes. Dwayne keeps them clean(ish). But sometimes, within minutes of the litter boxes being freshly cleaned, one of the cats will still pee somewhere else so I'm not sure if that is a factor. Cameron hasn't been over here for over a year, and therefore, neither have any dogs. I took Angelus to the vet to see if something was wrong with him health-wise. The vet said there is nothing wrong with him at all, that households with more than three cats are almost guaranteed to have this problem, that the marking-their-territory thing is just an example of cats doing the things that cats do. She suggested that we let them outside more often. That hasn't worked one little bit. All it does is make them drag in more dirt that I have to clean up. Niña is now filthy half the time and getting matted (and when we removed one of her dreadlocks the other day, she got so upset that she peed all over Dwayne and the floor). I can't handle it anymore. I don't even like being around the cats most of the time now because I know that at any minute I'll end up having to clean up after them. I don't like to invite people over because I can't tell if the whole house smells like pee or what. I have to keep changing our laundry detergent because when I've used a particular brand/scent to clean cat-pee-soaked clothes enough times, I start associating that smell with cat pee and then I'm paranoid all day that people think I smell bad. I really don't know what to do with them anymore. There have been times when I ponder a cat's lifespan and wonder if I can really handle living with them for the duration. I've been thinking not. Edit: So, I just sat on the couch with Angelus for a few minutes, petting him. He was being really sweet and cute. So, I felt bad for being so angry with him (and the others). But, I know that as soon as he's spraying on my beige furniture upstairs again, I am going to be in a mood to throw his ass outside and not let him back in. Really, we would all get along so well and I would be fine with putting up with all the other messes if they would just urinate in the proper place. 9 comments|post comment

OTH! [21 Aug 2008|08:47pm] [ mood | pleased ] Season 5 of ONE TREE HILL should arrive at my house on or before Monday. We are Very Excited around these parts. post comment

Cherry Tomatoes. [18 Aug 2008|12:27pm] [ mood | blah ] I've had a weird relationship with tomatoes over the years. Or, more like, a gradually emerging one. Aparently, when I was three years old I liked them. I do not remember that. I only remember hating them. Until about age thirteen. Mignonne and I used to share Subway sandwiches (to save money). Back then, the vegetarian kind was called, "Veggies and Cheese." Now it is the "Veggie Delight." We would get cheese, lettuce, mustard, vinegar, oil, and tomatoes. I'd pick the tomatoes off my side, until Mignonne suggested I just try one. I did. And, I had to admit, it added something to the sandwich. From then on, all my Subway sandwiches had tomatoes. For a few years, the only time I ate tomatoes was on Subway sandwiches, but gradually I started eating them on other sandwiches! And on pizza! And in salad (but only if they were sliced thinnly)! These days, I'm pretty much a tomato eater. The exception to this has been with cherry tomatoes. I don't know why, but those things have always grossed me out. Until a few weeks ago! I ordered a salad that ended up having six or so cherry tomatoes in it. I ate around them until they were the only things left. But I was so hungry that day that I finally ate them, too. I found that if I try to take a bite out of one, it still grosses me out, but if I pop the whole thing into my mouth at once and crunch into it, I can handle it. I even... like it. So, I bought some. And I'm having them with my lunch right now. I have to say, the teeniest, tiniest ones seem to be best for me. There is one here that is so big, I almost gag looking at it. 9 comments|post comment

Maroon 5. [13 Aug 2008|10:01pm] [ mood | amused ] A couple of months ago, Dwayne and I were driving somewhere. Maroon 5 came up on the iPod, and Dwayne got all excited and turned it up. Less than an hour later, another Maroon 5 song came on. Again, he turned it up, this time saying, "Yesssss!" as he did so. I was like, "Um? Since when are you all crazy for Maroon 5?" He was confused. And embarrassed. He hadn't noticed his reaction until I pointed it out. Now, we are still laughing about it. Everytime we hear a Maroon 5 song, or are in any way reminded of Maroon 5, one of us will say, "Yesssss! Turn it up!" 9 comments|post comment

Our Stage [13 Aug 2008|07:04pm] [ mood | satisfied ] I'm having a lot of fun with www.ourstage.com right now. As has become my usual these days with online shtuff, I joined ONLY because Nightmare of You asked me to do so in a MySpace bulletin. NOY has been posting one new demo on MySpace every Monday for the past few weeks, then they take it away to offer up a new one. This time, they were holding the new one hostage! The only way to listen to it was to join Our Stage. Grumble, grumble. Anyway, I did it. But only to hear the song. Then, after a few days, I decided to look around the site some more and actually try out the Judging option. Surprisingly, I really like it! They have you listen to two songs (or portions of two songs, if you prefer) in the category of your choice, then vote for which one you like better. They they tell you who many people voted like you did. I've been doing my judging while I'm writing. And, yeah, it's fun! (In case you're curious, I'm listening to the "Indie Pop" category right now. I may move on soon.) I know! I never update and then I do and it's like an commercial for god's sake! But I just wanted to share the love for those of you interested in music thangs who might not have heard of it yet. (Or maybe I was the last to hear of it?) 1 comment|post comment

Also! [07 Aug 2008|03:11pm] [ mood | amused ] Ella and Dwayne have similar tattoos on their wrists. Or, at least, they did on Saturday. 1 comment|post comment

I have a new dress. [07 Aug 2008|03:05pm] [ mood | rushed ] I know, you can't really see much of the dress. But my camera is utter shite and only works for headshots anyway. And my arms aren't as long as you might think! Also, I was taking photos of myself in the front yard. I got embarrassed when a teenage boy walked past, so I had to run away. P.S. Dwayne hates the lipliner/lipstick look I'm wearing here. He always thinks it looks like I can't put my makeup on right because it makes my lips a little puffier than just gloss. 13 comments|post comment

No kickball for me! [07 Aug 2008|08:48am] [ mood | blah ] Apparently, I'm one of the only people who wanted to play kickball. Yes, I FINALLY got a response to my email from Monday saying that we probably won't have a kickball team due to low response. Well, it isn't because I didn't try! 1 comment|post comment

Dork. [06 Aug 2008|10:54am] [ mood | embarrassed ] Sometimes, when I notice myself being especially dorky/needy/pathetic, I'll think of that line from NATURAL BORN KILLERS. "Next time, don't be so fucking eager." Sidenote: I liked that movie in high school. Now, I'm all weirded out thinking of that. 5 comments|post comment

Kickball, motherfuckers. [05 Aug 2008|02:32pm] [ mood | hot ] If you follow me on Twitter, you already know I am considering possibly maybe perhaps joining my company's co-ed sponsored kickball team in September. It's a league thing. According to the website for the organization that I believe it is through, it's mostly just about silly fun and not as much about being competitive and hurting people or making them look stupid. I sent an email to the person coordinating it all to determine if it will work for me. You know, what level of play our team would be in (rookie would be swell) and how many weeks the league runs. That Person has not gotten back to me. It's been over 24 hours! The deadline to sign up is Friday! What the fuck? I don't know why I want to do this, but I kind of do. Maybe. Possibly. Perhaps. 6 comments|post comment

A long, yet quick month. [03 Aug 2008|09:12pm] [ mood | tired ] July. It's over. Where did it go? WHERE? I'm coated in pesticides and am off to shower now. My husband bought me this dress today: http://store.delias.com/item.do?categoryID=1828&itemID=50271&sizeFilter=&colorFilter=&brandFilter= More tomorrow. Or, Tuesday, probably. 'Night. 8 comments|post comment

Pedo... [21 Jul 2008|09:13pm] [ mood | tired ] ...meter. My job has started this new "walking club." (HAHAHAHA.) We get free fancy pedometers if we commit to walking 10,000 steps every day. I started wearing the thing on Monday, July 14th. I have only reached 10,000 steps on one of those days. Oh, well. Today, I came up with a brilliant plan to get in more steps. Instead of taking the elevator, I'd use the stairs! So, I walked up from 18 to 21. Then, I had a package to drop off in the parking garage, so I decided to walk from 21 down to the lobby level. Then I'd take the elevator back to 18. It was a swell. Knowing I was going to be in the elevator soon, I decided to RUN down those 21 flights instead of merely walking. I got dizzy from running all circular, and I was prepared to Tweet/Twitter/whatever about my dizziness when I got back to my desk. But then I reached the bottom of the last staircase and saw a sign on the door that said, "Emergency Exit Only. Alarm will sound." Uh. Not good. I headed back up and tried the door on the fifth floor. It was locked. I tried the door on the sixth floor. It, too, was locked. I kept walking, walking, walking. Up, up, up. Every door I tried was locked. It wasn't until I reached 18 that I was able to use my access card deal to let myself in. So, let's sum up my adventure: I ran down 21 flights of stairs. Then I panted my way back up 18 floors. I had sweat on my back, sweat in my shoes, sweat on my forehead. For all that effort, sweat, and exhaustion, I am ending the day with only 6300-ish steps. WTF. (I wonder, does the thing record things properly if you just stick it in your pocket? I usually wear it clipped to my pants, but today I did not. And I left my instruction booklet at work, so I'm now wondering if pocket-wearing is ineffective?) 12 comments|post comment

One more! [19 Jul 2008|02:51pm] [ mood | indescribable ] These are from Ash. Why does every single short phrase look so much cooler to me on a virtual candy heart? 2 comments|post comment

Nightmare of You hearts. [19 Jul 2008|08:51am] [ mood | bouncy ] So, there is this little candy-gram hearts thing everyone has been using on LJ to talk about their books. I have no book to talk about, so I'm using it for song lyrics. P.S. I am out of control. ( Look! ) post comment

No, really. [18 Jul 2008|05:31am] [ mood | annoyed ] I had a dream this morning that I got a phone call that my deceased father was back from the dead. I rushed to the party my relatives were having for him, only to learn I was too late; he'd already died again. This time the cause of death was that he got really stoned and then belched. And somehow that killed him? WTF. Anyway, my mom was really pissed off about it, and I was like, "People belch, okay? Even when they aren't stoned. At some point, he would have had a soda or something and then he would have died no matter what!" But still, it was a little hard for me to take. After having waited 27 years, I missed seeing him by only a few minutes. Stupid goddamn dream. 5 comments|post comment

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