December 21, 2007
I’m still alive, thus I’m not dead. I’ve been so busy and you’re wondering busy doing what right? I wish I had something exciting to tell you, but I don’t. I walked in the frigging cold today to get my nails done and then walked to the grocery store to pick up a bag of sugar. Don’t kill me because you’re bored.
Oh I guess I do have some exciting news…well exciting to me. I bought myself a laptop. A real one. I’m loving it. I, however, kinda messed up my husband’s Christmas surprise for me. He’d already bought me a laptop, but how was I to know? Anyway, he was cool with it and said he’d just return it and get me something else. He’s so sweet. But don’t tell him I said that. He likes to act all, “I’m not a big old softie,” so let’s just keep it between us shall we?
So who’s ready for the holidays and old big fat Santa to come down your chimney? I’ve been ready for so long I wish it was the new year already. Let’s get a move on. I’m dying to know what my kids got me. They’ve refused to give me any hints and I’ve curbed the desire to sneak a peek and ruin the surprise. I’ve been known to, in the past, to kind of open things and then rewrap them. You think my kids get excited about Christmas? They got nothin’ on me lemme tell ya. I just can’t help it. But, I’ve been in a 14 step recovery progam for Christmas present-a-holics and apparently it’s working. I’m reformed!
I’m still working here, and just because I’m sweet, I’m going to post a few links that you could click. It may or may not earn me a bonus but if you read my shiznat, I’ll be forever grateful. Not grateful enough to send you cash, but I’ll take youi out to dinner. What? We don’t live in the same city? Geez, picky aren’t you?
Who doesn’t love celebrity gossip? Everyone does, even if they don’t admit it. Below are some stories that I’ve written about and perhaps you’ll find them interesting. Or maybe you won’t. Listen I can’t entertain you 24/7.
A rapper named Pimp C died. I had never heard of him but apparently he was well loved to the rap loving fans.
Madonna’s new song, ’4 Minutes to Save the World’ made it’s world debut. Will it be a hit? I wasn’t crazy about the sample played but who knows, maybe it’ll grow on us.
Britney Spears was nude sunbathing. I guess it’s a photoshopped picture, but hey, it’s still fun to make fun of her. It’s what I live for.
So there you go, some good Christmas reading. Merry freakin’ Christmas. Ho, ho, ho.
Posted by Sassy @ 5:30 pm
December 4, 2007
Is it just me or has customer service gone down the tubes? In the crapper? Down the shithole? I swear, that no one wants to help anyone anymore. Bahumbug!
I wanted to find out where a certain set of pictures were at a certain place that I normally order all of my photographs and I can’t believe how helpful the person on the other end of the phone was. By helpful, I mean she may as well have farted into the ear piece and told me what a bitch she is. Would have saved me alot of pissed-off-ness.
Hi, I’d like to know if my photos are in yet, please? I have the confirmation number for you.
I can’t help you.
I can’t help you, like at all.
‘Cause I just can’t. Like can you call back?
Are you with another customer?
Um, nope. Like can you call back tomorrow?
Um, no I can’t. I’ve been trying for two days now to find out where my pictures are and it’s slightly frustrating when I can’t get any answers.
Ya, well, I totally can’t help you. You can call back tomorrow and talk to the manager.
Oh you can bet I’ll talk to the manager but for today, you are going to help me. Like now.
Oh. Um. Okay. I guess I can.
I give Miss Ihaveabigfuckingattitude my confirmation number and she enters it into their system.
Ya, like that number doesn’t work.
What do you mean it doesn’t work?
It says, it’s not valid.
Okay, are you sure you’re entering it correctly? Would you please try again?
Ya. It still doesn’t work.
Oh, well that might mean my order is there. I know once it’s been shipped, the confirmation number becomes void. Could you check for me? It’s an online order.
No, like I can’t.
Pardon? Why not?
This really isn’t my department.
This isn’t the photolab?
Ya it is.
You don’t work at the photolab department?
Ya I do.
I’m confused. If this is the photolab, you work in the photolab department, why can’t you help me?
I dunno. But like can you call back? Thanks, that’d be great.
Are you kidding me? She was one of the most rude, inconsiderate,ignorant little bitches I’ve ever had to deal with. I tried calling back but no answer. I tried calling for AN HOUR. No answer. By then, it was 10pm and the store was closed. Steam was rolling outta my ears. Big time.
I head to the store the very next day, and go straight to the photolab and there’s a young guy working at the counter. I tell him that I think my order is in but that the dumb little shit that was working the night before wasn’t very cooperative so I wasn’t sure. He found my photos in less than a minute. They were in a carton beside the cash register. It took all of my strength not to go behind the counter and ask (the very friendly dude) where the twit from previous night was because I was going to hurt her. Real bad.
It pleased me that my photos turned out, so I guess I’ll get over it. Or not. However, if I ever encounter that “I like totally can’t help you” I may just have to punch her.
Posted by Sassy @ 10:37 pm