Originally Posted by Saul Good:
I would talk to them about it. They may further subsidize your plan.
The same agent is working with all of us on individual plans. They know how much they pay for mine, and that they would be saving on what they pay on mine. I pay anything over $400 per month. They would each save half on what they pay for their portion of my insurance, plus I would no longer have to pay anything. [Reply]
Argggh...this whole car buying bullshit is driving me fucking nuts. I emailed a guy four fucking days ago about a car that's exactly what I fucking want, and still no reply and his fucking ad is still up. Do you want to sell the goddamned thing or not?
Then I call another guy about another vehicle today that I'd like to look at, and he tells me to call back tomorrow after noon because he has someone coming to look at it in the morning. What the hell ever happened to first come, first served? Plus if the other idiot doesn't show up or buy it he could potentially miss a sale because he put me off. Fucking stupidity across the goddamn board.
I'm sitting here with fistful of fucking cash and no one wants it. [Reply]
So I'm driving the truck down the highway with the sprayer on the back. Sprayer has 10' wide wheel stance so it's a wide load. Anyway, the highway is a 2 lane with a short shoulder. If I put one side on the yellow the other side will be right on the white, so I'm using the whole lane. So 3/4 of a mile out of town a cop has a pickup pulled over. They are mostly in the ditch, no big deal. Well there is oncoming traffic, so I slow down, hit the hole in traffic and swing wide to give the cop plenty of room.
So right after I get around the cop, this fucking assbag in a bitch ass minivan freaks out and passes the car behind me and me in my big ass truck. There is a pickup oncoming that has to slow down for this douche-mobile. Well, he gets around me and immediately has to slow down for town. So by the time the lane split, the douche-mobile was about 100 feet in front of me. I figure he was 100 feet behind me when it freaked out, so the douche-mobile gained himself 200 feet by pulling a fucking stunt and making the oncoming car slow down.
Really? 200 motherfucking feet? 200? Jesus fucking Christ.
I'm sure the douche-mobile was cussing me because I didn't feel like waxing a cop.
The hell of it is that it was a car from the next town over. Had to know where the cop was in relation to town, and he had to know what I was doing. You'd think most people in the area would exercise some common sense. The level of stupid in this world is mind boggling sometimes. [Reply]
The general public. I've never seen so many useless, god damned heathens in my life. When you shop for Tide, do you REALLY have to pick up the fucking box/bottle to make the call? Are you going to take a fucking test-sip of the shit or something? When choosing a box of Kleenex, is it REALLY necessary to dig through every box until you find a color pattern that suits your dumb ass? IT'S TISSUE, MOTHERFUCKER! You're not choosing a new goddamned doctor or HMO!
Sonofabitch...I have a small part time retail gig for extra money, I can not BELIEVE how many stupid motherfuckers are roaming this earth. You know what I do when I shop? I make a list, and I go buy the shit I need. And I don't stand in the aisle with my thumb up my ass making international peace talks over Charmin vs Quilted Northern. Oh, and I don't CALL the fucking store to do my shopping either. I get my ass in the fucking car and GO THERE. I'm selling $1600.00 worth of furniture to customer who had the decency to come down and work face to face with me, and YOU want to pull me away from them so you can find out over the phone if the latest foam ass-pads have come in yet? Get the fuck off my phone. Ugh. Posted via Mobile Device [Reply]
This week, I have been given one letter to type at work. Sounds like I might actually be getting one more to type (I can hear my attorney dictating one). I NEED A NEW JOB!
(Actually, I had a phone interview on Friday I'm waiting to hear back on.)
It's that time of the month, so I'm pissy in general. I just want to bitch and whine and rant. I didn't ask for this. I don't want it!! [Reply]
Went to a show in Lawrence last night that I didn't want to go to, but my buddy's band was opening up and I move in a couple weeks so this might be the last I ever see of some of the fellas and my last show ever in Lawrence (although I came to terms with that when I saw Voivod there in March). I literally had the conversation with myself as my hand was on the doorknob, "you don't have to do this." So against my better judgement, I drive down to see fat ass Max Cavalera, old as **** Death Angel, and sounded like shit Corrosion of Conformity (others were in disagreement about their sound). I'm not even drinking because I drove down solo and didn't want to risk getting shot by a cop over a DUI on my way back. Plus I wanted to leave after my buddy's set.
I get there, see my buddy's band, bought a t-shirt for my wife, listened to some new d-beat cassette in another buddy's van that he wanted me to hear, chatted some other foos up, and posed for some photogs. 8:45 and it's time to head back to KC, watch some Royals on the DVR and hit the hay. Except after walking 4 blocks to my car, I realize I don't have my keys. So I retrace all my steps, nothing. Talk to the guys at the bar where the show is at, no one has turned anything in. So I stick around with hessians crashing into me in the pit while I look for my keys on the floor, nothing. My buddy with the van did the right thing and left early as well, so I send him a Facebook message asking if my keys are in his van.
At this point, no keys and my only ride back to KC is with my buddy's band and they're staying until the end (like all bands should). So at 1:30am we finally head out, but they want to grab a bite so we hit up Burrito King and I get a spicy carnita burrito like I always do (I'll circle back around to what should of been the highlight of my night in a second). Burritos crushed, we hit the road, arrive at their storage unit in KC, I help them unload and finally get dropped of at my house at 2:35am. No keys, my wife's in Chicago, no garage door keypad, no key stashed under a pot; just the cat staring at me through the window like "just come inside, dumbass". So I decide to just sleep on our porch swing, knowing that my neighbor who has a key to our house walks his dog at 7:00am. Now I'm laying there on the porch swing freezing my ass off, and holding back a horrific Burrito King shit. I mean, 1/4 of this thing is already protruding out my butthole, but the possibility of shitting outside was not even considered as this dump had all the prerequisites of needing a Steven King novel amount of paper to clean my ass. And I was right. I've shit twice since gaining entry to my house and both were full of hate.
Anyway, we of course gave our responsible neighbor the key to our house. So attempting to not look like a drugged out nutjob, he comes out and I make up some story about driving my car into our nearby shop for some repairs before they opened and mistakenly left my entire set of keys with the car when I walked back home. Even though I looked a hot mess in my 4th most graphic death metal t-shirt, buttcheek waddling across the street, and a knot in my neck the size of Octomom's dangling clit from laying on that ****ing porch swing; he chuckles awkwardly and grabs his key. While I'm defiling my bathroom, I get a Facebook message from my buddy that my keys are in his van but I'd have to go to his work in Independence to get them. So now I've spent a half day just getting my keys and my shit back up to KC.
*my buddy did offer his place to stay, but he has 2 kids and a pregnant wife who was already grumpy that he was out that late and hadn't yet found out that there was no to-go burrito purchased for her after she likely quizzed him on what he'd eaten that night
*I thought about Uber-ing to a motel, but at 2:30am, I felt I could tough it out and I did.
*the real **** you though, is that my keys are on a clip that fastens to a belt loop, but my dumbass just had them in my pocket
Fuck this motherfucking cocksucking son of a motherfucking cunt ass bitch that lives next to this field I farm.
He turned me into the state again for "damaging" his trees. :-) Fifth fucking time he has done it and the only time I ever caused any "damage" was the first time. The problem is that he got paid the first time by our insurance. Now, every time there is a leaf out and I roll next door, he turns me into the state. Just like pulling a slot machine with someone else's tab.
The real problem is that there is absolutely no recourse for filing a blatantly fraudulent claim. None whatsoever. So any time Buehler445 rolls, he goes and finds a leaf that isn't 100% healthy and said I did it. And there is precisely fuckall I can do about it. One of 2 things happen when a claim is filed. 1.) Nothing. 2.) Applicator has liability.
The whole thing is mind bogglingly stupid and it pisses me off fucking infinitely. [Reply]
Respect receptionists. If people aren't calling you back, it's not their fault. They are doing their job and relaying messages. It is not their job duty to hold a gun to their bosses' heads and make them return calls or get stuff done.
On the flip side, if you work with a receptionist, it would make their day go a lot better if you wouldn't bitch every time they try to transfer a call to you. Especially whenever answering phones is only part of what they do. Not only are they sick of hearing you bitch, they have other things to do, so just take the goddamn call!!! [Reply]
My kid likes Spiderman, so I thought I'd get him a figurine to play with. Nope. It's got to have this FX port on his back and on his arm so that you can plug different things in like a motorcycle or a web launcher that make sounds. I just want a fucking figurine. My kid can use his imagination and create his own voice for Spiderman. Nope. Not according to Hasbro.
So, I buy the figurine that came with the bike, because I figure my kid will also get a kick out of it. I also thought that I could simply buy the web launcher separately. Noooope. In order to get the web launcher, I have to buy another figurine that comes with it. WTF!
Biggest scam. A $10 figurine has to turn into nearly $50 of multiple figurines with accessories? Ugh!
Luckily, he's 3, so the gaping hole in Spiderman's arm where the web launcher is supposed to plug into won't phase him a bit.
Originally Posted by luv:
My kid likes Spiderman, so I thought I'd get him a figurine to play with. Nope. It's got to have this FX port on his back and on his arm so that you can plug different things in like a motorcycle or a web launcher that make sounds. I just want a fucking figurine. My kid can use his imagination and create his own voice for Spiderman. Nope. Not according to Hasbro.
So, I buy the figurine that came with the bike, because I figure my kid will also get a kick out of it. I also thought that I could simply buy the web launcher separately. Noooope. In order to get the web launcher, I have to buy another figurine that comes with it. WTF!
Biggest scam. A $10 figurine has to turn into nearly $50 of multiple figurines with accessories? Ugh!
Luckily, he's 3, so the gaping hole in Spiderman's arm where the web launcher is supposed to plug into won't phase him a bit.
Still...WTF!
Why not just buy a version that doesn't have the FX port?
