Once upon a time, I was in a video store with my then boyfriend trying to pick out a movie to watch. I picked up John Carpenter's Vampires, and proceeded to tell the boy about the coolest scene in the movie, where a guy uses his hot-from-being-fired gun to cauterize a wound he received. Said boyfriend looks at me, shakes his head, and says, "You're not like other girls, Betty."
Name::Braindead Betty From::Indy, Indiana, United States
A great, big, huge fuck off and die to Ford Motor Company for making a car that breaks down in three distinctly seperate ways at once.
On the other hand, a big thank you to the guys at Auto Zone for helping me figure out the best way to "temporarily" fix my car. Electrical tape is almost as handy as duct tape.
Also, fuck off and die whatever cosmic powers decided that pregnancy had to be so god-awful miserable. I've been living on a steady diet of chicken noodle soup and saltine crackers for over a week now. Ever so much fun.
I just may have tripped over a curb, possibly falling to my knees, which might've caused my knee to be skinned and my jeans to be ripped, which may be a catastrophe since they might be the only jeans that fit and don't give me muffin tops.
Oh, how I wish that Jay and I could join the rest of the 21st century. Let me fill you in on all the technology that we're missing:
-cell phone (I don't really want one of these, though.) -digital camera (We had one, but it was stolen and we haven't had the chance to replace it yet.) -Ipods (and man, do I want one.) -cable TV
I think the last one is the hardest to live without, especially since I'm a bit of a TV junkie. I've read about all these fabulous shows, like Flavor of Love and Fox News, that sound wildly entertaining. (And fake.) Maybe it's for the best that I don't have cable TV though. I'm enough of a TV junkie as it is. Then I'd just have to get a Tivo, and it would spark a whole new debate of what to watch. Speaking of TV junkies, did anybody else catch the premier of Racist Survivor last week? "Karma is a bizzle." is my new catch phrase. Also, is David Caruso (of CSI: Miami fame) not this generation's answer to William Shatner? I think so.
Why is it that your family retains the ability to completely embarass you, no matter how unflappable you normally are? My parents, Bean and I went to visit my aunt & uncle this past weekend. That was when I made the announcement about my being pregnant official to the rest of the family. My parents, of course, already knew. My aunt starts in on the "You know how that happens, right?" teasing. I briefly debated saying something trite about God choosing to bless me, but my parents don't like it when I get smart-alecky about God, so I just mumbled, "Yes." (What was that I said in my last post about women and sexuality? You're welcome to call me a hypocrite now.) My aunt just wouldn't stop, either. She kept going on about how I'm not going to stop & she's sure I like it. I must've been crimson all the way to my hairline (which is a considerable way, with my high forehead) when I busted out with, " I can't say that in front of my dad! As far as I'm concerned, my parents only had sex twice. I don't care to know any more than that about them, and I'm sure they don't want to know about me, either!" Silence for about 3 seconds, then everyone busted out laughing at me. I love my family, even when they do make me feel 10 years old again.
Are me and my friends really that out of touch with what the rest of the country is like, or are the women who took this poll lying so they don't seem "slutty"? I wish I knew why it's still "wrong" in this day and age for a woman to be in charge of her own sexuality.
I've been pretty lucky. Both my pregnancies served double-duty as pretty big wake-up calls also. My first pregnancy (the one I aborted) gave me a clear view of the path my life was taking at the time. It gave me the incentive to dig myself out of the hole I was in, and more than likely saved my life. My second pregnancy (resulting in Bean) made me realize how crazy in love with Jay I was, and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. (Although really, that could've just been the hormones talking.) I just found out I'm pregnant again, and it's making me take a look at where I'm at in life. And I came to a realization. While I'm completely happy at home (and ecstatic to be having another baby), I'm completely despondant at work. It's time for me to look for a career, rather than just a job. I'm tired of living paycheck to paycheck, tired of never living up to my potential. This probably means I'll be going back to school. It's too late to get in on this semester, and next semester I'll be giving birth (due date: April 25th), so it'll probably be a year or so until I can get on track, but I can use the time between now and then to prepare. Hopefully I can decide what I want to be "when I grow up" between now and then.
If I could reach through the phone, I'd strangle you.
Monday, September 11, 2006
I absolutely hate being lied to. Which doesn't make for a good combination when you work in customer service. People are always, always trying to pull one over on me. Just today, I've had.. Someone tell me they placed an order 3 weeks ago when I can plainly see that it's really been less than a week. He continued to say that he had a bank statement that corroborated the 3 week time frame. I politely informed him that this was unlikely, as we haven't charged his account yet. Someone else claimed they didn't get half their order. Guess what. We weigh it before it goes out. We weigh the same items again if you call saying something's missing. We're not idiots. I just don't get it. I hear people complain all the time about how horrible customer service is anymore, and working in customer service, I see that it's a few bad customers that ruin it for everyone. Unfortunately, we (CSR's) have to go on the assumption that people are trying to scam us, and that makes all the customers have to jump through ridiculous hoops. It's almost as bad as all the frivolous lawsuits.