I need to VENT!
Man, could my
day get any
worse?
I had planned on waking up early, (and I did...5 am to be exact), but I snoozed my alarm one time to many. No biggie, I'm going to my old Elementary School (ICE, 1989-1996 bay bay!) to vote (you already know...Obama all the way!), I vote (it took all of 5 minutes), and leave, when my car starts actin' shitty... haddaya know...my shit won't crank now.so I wait a good 15 minutes, talkin' to the car like i'm skitzy (come on baby...you know you wanna crank), and boom, I get the car to crank (damn!...i need to try that more often!)
so I'm going back home, cuz I damn sure don't trust this plucker to get me to the station, and whaddaya know...the oil light comes on.
*sigh* ...I have no choice but to pull into QT, and that shit is packed like a voting booth was in THAT ma'fucka...oh man...big ass trucks, SUV's all in my way....so I get two bottles of oil, a doughnut (hell, I might as well cancel my McDonald's Trip), and head back to my car.
I get approached by a guy, lookin like he could be my daddy or something. Of all days, this dude decides he wants to bother me. "you need any help?" No I don't. "how come your MAN ain't up here helping you?" "see, if I was yo Man, i'da fix'd yo car!" blah blah blah....*sigh*...I'm having a bad day. PLEASE BEGONE! Nigga still lookin over here. *sigh*
I
grab the dipstick...check the oil, and whaddaya know...I don't need any. WTF?...so I gets back in the car, and notice this same old bat coming my way in the rearview. I lock the doors and pull out my cell. Ma'fucka taps my window, leaving greasy ass fingerprints in the process. I JUST cleaned them Saturday too *sigh* I grab my steering club. Crack the window. "What?" "What's the oldest guy you'll date?". *sigh* I roll the window back up. Dial 911 and just LOOK at this dude. He gets the message and goes on 'bout his bid'ness.
so I pray a couple of times, and BOOM!..the car cranks! (Gawd is good!) I'm takin this mug back home. I'm going, traffic is HELL man, HELL! If I stop at a redlight, the damn car might cut off, so I'm like, come on people!...come on people!... I'm behind a slow poke, so I zoom through an almost red light. DC (that's Dekalb County Police) gets right behind my ass. I'm like, shit! I do NOT need no tickets. So I slows down. Pray they didn't see me run the yella light. The Cop stays behind me for a good 3 minutes, then moves on. Thank Goodness!~I'm literally 5 minutes away from home, and the car starts coughin...WTF...this mug finsta cut off again!?
*sigh* I throw on my emergency blinkers, because I feel the car strugglin. At the first drive intrance, which just happens to be some kinda quickemart, I turn in, and the wheel locks on my ass, So I throw it in park. Hell, I ain't tryna start rolling now. I call my mommie, ask her to try and crank it later on, cuz I gotta head on to work. And Lawd knows, I don't need to be missin any money!
So I wait a good 10 minutes at the nearest bus stop, and damn near miss the bus tryna get away from some woman tryna make my lungs black with all that smoking. I mean damn!
The bus takes FOR-fuckin-EVER to get to the train station. Why? Because dude stops at every other stop, and doesn't pull off until the money is in the tank. And why is it that EVERY SINGLE PERSON that got on had nickels and dimes? DAMN, I'll pay your way. Just drive the fuckin' bus already.
I call work (we have a 2 hour grace period during voting) to let 'em know that I was on my way. ALSO, to let my temp know what she should be workin on if she happens to finish what I left her yesterday before I got there. Why when I get here, the temp is gone elsewhere? I inquire, and they tell me, "oh, *BILL* got her doing something for him". Excuse me? Maybe *BILL* should've got them to hire him is OWN damn temp. Hell no, I'mma have a meeting with somebody about this shit.
So Mommy went to vote...she calls and says the junk just won't crank. Damn. I call StateFarm, let 'em know I need it towed, blaazy sqaazy. Looks like i'mma have to miss class, because i broke down in the hood, and I be damned if one of these fuckers fucks with my car--whether it can crank or not
.....to be continued......
Labels: ...venting, *names have been changed to protect the guilty*
I'm FED UP with DELL!
...I have a Dell Inspiron 1200 notebook...which is pretty decent for me, as a college student. I got for $500 back in August (2005). I also had high-speed Comcast internet (actually, I didn't pay for this one, but I'll get into that later).
Everything is working nicely, up until December of last year. I'm unable to get onto the internet, which I need espeically for school purposes. I call the Dell people, get transferred about 50 million times, and they tell me that I need to talk to my ISP, which is Comcast. I call Comcast...the woman tells me to clear my cookies, check this, check that, etc., still nothing. She informs me that I need to talk with Dell...that I may have an "internal problem" that should be fixed. Didn't I just call those fuckers? *sigh*
I was hoping to get it fixed by this semester, but screw it. Since I was unable to get online, I just let Comcast cancel it. Plus my "20 bucks for 3 months" deal was up anyways. If I can't log on, I sure as hell aint paying for no internet. Back to square one.
Three keys on my keyboard popped off, so I call Dell....tell them what the Comcast lady said....tell them about my popped keys....I have to REPLACE the ENTIRE keyboard! I ask how much....10 bucks...I'm cool....Dell guy tells me that it's a "self" type of thing---they'll sent it along with instructions, and I can install it myself. I'm like, cool. He tells me there's nothing he can do about my "internal problems" unless I have the internet. Well they'd better fix my shit within 24 hours. That's my logic *sigh*. This was Sunday.
Come Monday, my keyboard arrives in the mail. Guess what's missing? THE FUCKING INSTRUCTIONS! *sigh*...once again, I call the Dell people....it goes a little like this:
Robot: thank you for calling Dell. We love serving you....all of our representatives are currently serving other customers...please wait on the line for the next available representative.....BEEP BEEP
Me: 99 bottles of beer on the wall.....99 bottles of beer......I wait a good 15 minutes before I'm connected to a human. and that so called "classical" music was hurting my damn ears. I would rather hear nothing than to hear that. At LEAST play some Jazz. Sheesh.
Dude: thank you for calling DELL. My name is *Dave*. To verify your account, may I have your first and last name?Me: WTF? Sure, um...(I tell him my name)Dude: Kesha? how do you spell that?Me: *sigh* K-E-S-H-A......no IDude: mm hmm...now what's your address and telephone number?
Me: WTF ....*i tell the info*Dude: ok....*type type type*....and what's your service tag number, and express service code?Me: *struggles to locate info*...um,....*i tell info*Dude: thank you. Now Ms. Kesha, what seems to be the problem?....up to this point, I was on the line for about 8 minutes. I explain my problem.
Dude: oh um....well...we don't handle Inspiron 1200's. I'm gonna have to transfer you.
Me: WTFFFFFFFF! *Sigh*...he transfers me...Like a fucking raggedy CD, I repeat the same shit. And guess what? THEY TRANSFER ME AGAIN!
...I'm on the line for 45 minutes at this point, when I say, FUCK IT! How about letting me speak first instead of asking 10,000,000 questions, only to not be able to help me? And how about letting a HUMAN answer the phone? I can't talk to no fucking ROBOT!
Labels: ...gettin' fit..., ...this shit right HERE..., ...venting, *names have been changed to protect the guilty*
"Women are just...dumb"
..and that's the nice way of putting it. His words, not mine...i'm recalling an old conversation I had with one of my male associates. Dude walked up in my house so fresh and so clean-clean if ya know what I mean. Well evidently, his current chick of the moment splurged on him. Ole girl even used her foodstamps (which by the way, are supposed to feed her damn kids...not to support her mens) to fix him a steak and potato dinner. He's straight up braggin about how he got these "hoes in check".....again, his words, not mine. As a matter of fact, just about every female he's with spends more money on him than themselves, gives him sex (oral, anal, whatever), lets him use their car, pays for the dates....you know...à la Baby Boy style.
So according to his incredible inductive reasoning skills (i'm pretty sarcastic at times, so bear with me), "all women are stupid is hell" and "men are mentally smarter" and so forth. I can't help but to shake my head. I pity these females, because not only are they giving smart, intelligent, and independent women like myself a bad name, men who run over them assume that they're somehow superior to their female counterparts.
Now me, I'm trying to understand the psychology behind this. And what's even more facinating is that almost all of my male friends see things the same way. A dude is probably reading this right now, figuring that he's soooo smarter than women, and my blog only reiterates the fact. *shrugs*. whatever. I am curious though. So here's my conclusion of things. Like it. Love it. Hate it. I don't really give a lovely fuck.
Not to say all, but dudes who are in this type of "women are dumb" mentallity should obviously check themselves. They're so accusomed to dealing with "ignant" ass females that they somehow conclude that all females posses this trait somewhere in their genotypes. Not excluding me, his associate, who just happens to be female. (Which is one of the reasons why I stayed single for so long....that crap was drilled into our (females) heads, so I didn't want to be with anyone who thought I was dumb. But that's a whole 'nother bloggie right there.) But getting back to the topic, so this way of thinking prompts them to further conclude that......well, females are just dumb, and are meant to be treated as such. I don't think so potna.
See, this is a psychological pattern of an obviously weak minded guy. It hasn't even crossed their oh so brilliant minds that maybe.....just maybe they're avoiding the intellegent and challenging sista. Y'know, just go after the "dumb" ones for whatever reason. Hell, I don't know, I've been trying to understand the male psychi for I don't know how long. Regardless, this weakness leads to, or perhaps attracts them to greater or equally weak-minded females. So that's personal there.....no need to generalize all females for your weird preferences. So before you're so quick join the "that dumb ho paid for all my shit" or "I sweet-talked that bitch and got what I want" women-hating probate squad.....think about your stupid ass for being associated with her.Labels: *names have been changed to protect the guilty*
