Cellular Telephones = E V I L '-_-'

As I write this, I sit to the left of one of society's biggest problems. This device is so foul and so incredulously evil that I can not believe I actually own one... I am talking about the cellular telephone.
Firstly, cell phones are the root of all evil. You go around with them in your pockets. Everyone forgets they are there, and you are with your friends and chatting away. Suddenly... BAM! your cell phone goes off and everyone reaches for their pockets expecting to be recieving a phone call from somebody of little significance, but talking on a cell phone gives on an heir of sophistication amongst other perons.
Secondly, people call our office using cell phones. There is NOTHING more aggravating than attempting to talk to a person through their computer problems when their cell phone keeps cutting out. IT IS NOT FUCKING NECESSARY TO CALL ON A FUCKING CELL PHONE TO SOLVE A COMPUTER-RELATED PROBLEM! DUMB ASSES! FUCKING STOP USING YOUR DAMN CELL PHONES!
Anyway. I am done now. My cell phone rocks ;)

Do you evers...

Do you ever...
- Start talking, then about halfway through your conversation totally forget what you were talking about but you keep talking to your friends anyway in hopes that you will quickly remember what you were talking about but you don't remember so you end up gabbling on like a stupid fool?
- Go to a restaurant that has those crappy glass ketchup bottles and bitch about them, while at the same time jabbing it with a knife just to get one small dollop of ketchup?
- Worry about global warming, then worry about the condition of our planet's welfare based on the human beings that have establish colonies on it... proceed to wonder and worry which one will take hold first and how it will kill everyone?
- Walk around town at 1:00 in the morning, jumping around - pulling up flowers - hitting shop signs - pole dancing - and screaming at the FIBS?
- Ponder the meaning of life, and then the meaning of the phrase "I'm loving it."?
- Contemplate what the world would be like without you, and smile whichever way the idea completes itself in?

Yes, boys and girls, I have made a little list of things that I do and worry about with myself. I mean, really, those stupid ketchup bottles? They are going to make me go insane. But hey, check it out! Today is a good day =) Only one call and it wasn't even bad! Whee.
Anyway, last night... good fun. After work I went home and took a shower, had a couple Newports, and then Lindsey came to get me. Hung out at Subway, then walked over the the Courts. I played a little B Ball with Rob, Donny, Chris, Justin and Sierra. After that, I went over to 'way again and chilled with Ash and Mikey S. Around 11:00 I went over to Meg's and hung out with her... her friend Jer came over and we went for a walk around town, I was totally CRAZY and one particular time I was dancing on a pole and while I was going around in circles I hit my head on the stop sign. XD. I then went to Mikey K.'s and crashed. Now it's morning and this is my blog for the day. A good day. A day where I am not _completely_ crazy ;)

Let the party begin

Hello all! I wish to take you, today, on a little trip down memory lane. Go back to the days of 1.00 gas prices and very limited access to the internet. Way back... to 1996.
YES! Ten years ago! Oh lord, how the technology has progressed! For now, though, I would like to introduce my retro-friend... Mr. PowerBook 1400c/133.

This baby is a real beaut... With it's 133Mhz 603e Processor, 1 Gig Hard Drive, 11.1" TFT Active-matrix LCD Display, 64MB piggy-backed memory, OS 9.1 with all the perks, and a 56K Global Village PC Card... this puppy can actually take you places. Word processing, music, pictures, internet... it's all here! This thing actually shipped with the new-age CD-Rom drive, 6x power! The floppy drive was also included for those of a tasteless generation of small-factor drives and discs.

But yes. My baby, now. The retro-ness loves it.

Good morning... sickness.

I come in exceptionally early today. First time in ages. I take a seat at my desk (littered with stuff that is not mine ;) and begin surfing the internet until 8:00AM rolls around. My tired self has had no coffee, and has not had a cigarette since 11:00PM the previous night. Cranky times ten. 8:03AM rolls around, and the first call of the day comes in. Me, being the nice person I am, decides to take it. Big mistake. This person was all the people that I hate to talk to. After not only resolving an issue, I had to take credit card information, re-tell the same information a multitude of times, and listen to the life story of someone that I 1) care nothing about and 2) has a very boring life. Apart from that, I spent 24 minutes on the phone with them attempting to explain that you have to dial up nationally on a number that is local for whichever area you might be in. I also attempted to have them RIGHT click on the TASKBAR. Fruitless attempts.
It's only 11:30AM and I have 6 and a half hours of torture left. I haven't spoken to this person since, which makes me happy... but I get the feeling today is going to be a bad day. This is the kind of day I want to re-arrange my desk and get things clean. But I can't. Because people call in with their stupid little questions.
Anyway... craziness, huh? I want to tell you more about craziness (And this doesn't even have to do with work!) There is someone that I think is WAY hot. Well, there are two of them but one of them is a couple years too young and is very obnoxious. Anyway. The person. Yes. Hot. Abs of steel. Just plain schmexy. Anyway, I got to fuckin' SPOON with them XD. Yup. Slept in the same bed after watching Dawn of the Dead and the start of Silence of the Lambs. Fell asleep. Woke up on their chest. Day before, I woke up on their chest and rolled over. They proceeded to move onto MY chest. Weirdness. I don't think that "accidentally" happens while you are asleep. I don't know if they are bi or gay or what now, but it's good cus' I am content with accidental cuddling ;)
Anyway, peace out everyone.

Stupid... stupid... stupid people

I have a theory that all people are naturally stupid. Some people, those who can see past the realm of complications and grasp the concept of "common sense", have the power to overcome the natural stupidity within us all. There is the problem, though, with people that can't overcome that stupidity and then revel in jealousy over those who do know what the hell they are doing. Take a drug addict for example, one that loves to get high on pot. Said addict would do a hell of a lot to get a hold of marijuana. Pay exorbiant amounts of money, use their friends or "loved" ones to get to the marijuana, and toke up with no care in the world what other people think or want. Then there are the people that can't decide what they want in people; and make choices that are wrong, as they already know, but they do it anyway because they are so fuckin weak. It makes me angry but sad at the same time that we have people like that in this world. What really gets me though, in the notions of human emotion, are the people that decide it is necessary to lie about everything on the face of the earth. Stories that are far-fetched, and little lies that can make a big thing. People that lie just FUCKING bug me. There is no way in hell that I want to tolerate people that do that kind of shit. But I do it anyway because I am a fucking caring person that thinks everyone has a little good in them. I am wrong though. Some people are just so fucking stupid that they have no chance in all of hell to turn their lives around.

In other news, however, I just went through something. I now hate three people. And I don't mean HATE like I hate these people from school. I have a fiery ring of hate engulfing my vision because of three very specific people that I could give less a damn about in all the world.
Anyway, I am also writing a story! YES! I have started writing again (for those of you who didn't know, I have been taking a break from writing as to let a few ideas formulate in my head). I am only nine pages in, but from what I hear it's pretty good.

Something today pissed me off about customers. I don't remember what it is anymore. I just suggest to everyone; don't be a bitch to tech support.

Will you just-- "BUT IT..." Just cli-- "I GOT..."

I am guessing that most all of you have had to call Technical Support before... for that Dell you bought that just crashed, for the DSL or Cable connection that just doesn't connect, the phone line that doesn't give you a dial tone, the printer that just won't take those expensive cartridges... We all call Tech Support. Most of the time when you call Tech Support, you get a nice little bit of elevator music, then a smooth female voice telling you to "Please hold, all of our representatives are on the line with other customers. Your call is important to us and will be answered in the order in which it was recieved." You finally get someone to talk to; however, they either live in India or have no idea what you are talking about when you say, "My phone line is dead." That's why it is important to maintain some airy, whimsical, almost uninfluential idea of good service by providing real tech support. That is what we do here. Where I work. You call us during our business hours and you get a ring or two, then a real, live, breathing, english speaking human being answers the phone. You can tell us your problems, and we will work to our fullest extent to initiate a solution to your problem.
But what happens when you call in and either A) Bitch or B) INTERRUPT US?! How the hell are we supposed to solve customer problems when they bitch us out about how "it's" not working, or they keep interrupting us with pointless information about what is on their screen or on their minds? When I tell you to click on Start, I mean click on Start. Don't tell me what you see, don't tell me if a window pops up. Just click on Start. When I tell you to go to the control panel and look for the "Internet Options" icon, I don't want to hear about the Network Connections or Accesibility Options icons. I want you to locate, and click on, the Internet Options icon. No more. No less. I don't want to be interrupted by pointless information that is not at all pertinent with the problem at hand. I especially dislike it when people expect me to help them with all their problems... mental and technical. I don't care about your heart attack, I care about solving the problem on your computer. However, in case the customer hadn't noticed... We are an INTERNET PROVIDER. We provide (user) with internet service (ISP=us). When you are having a problem with the printer that was made in China for the American company HP that was bought in a store that is employing mostly Asians that focuses on Offices (Office Max), I don't want to help you with that printer. It's not my companies printer. It's not bought from my company. Hell, it's not even made on the same continent as my company.
So when you call real tech support, don't bitch or interrupt them.