Friday, December 28, 2007

The more I know of people....


.... the more I like cats.

Poor Tatiana the Tiger. I swear... if I hear one more "Oh those poor people at the zoo that got hurt!" Meh... those people were either;



a. Not fast enough.
b. Too tasty looking for their own good
or
c. Cosmically stupid enough to start teasing a large fuck-you-up type animal.

Any of those makes it their own damn fault.

"Zoo officials and police authorities have not ruled out the possibility that the victims may have dangled a limb over the animal's enclosure, helping the big cat escape."

OK. Wtf? You know I'm on the cats side, but this is just silly. Officials are trying to blame the escape on someone "dangling a limb" over the wall??? Seriously!? For fucks sake... teenage guys are going to be stupid, just as a tiger is going to want to bite the flesh bags that are teasing her. Maybe the zoo should have anticipated something like this.

Here's the thing... The tiger escaped, attacked and killed and did all sorts of bitey - bitey badness on people. Well yeah....HE'S A FREAKIN' TIGER! It's what tigers do. Tigers would be far less exciting if their nature lead them to play chess while wearing a robe and slippers or something.

I blame the zoo. Zoos need to be designed to keep the humans out of the animal enclosures. Animals are are animals... they're amoral and opportunistic - only a human can be deeply deeply stupid.

In the end... Aside from the loss of the tiger, I find that the real tragedy here is that Rosie O'Donnell wasn't at that zoo wearing an extra-large meat sweater on Tuesday around 5 p.m. That woulda been nice.

I'm just sayin'...

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Open letter to the Staples Company

Dearest Staples Company;

I have recently purchased the "memo holder" from you. It's the cute little egg shaped type paper holder, which was supposed to make my work day/typing life easier and more organized.

Unfortunately, the Staples Memo Holder is the most ill-conceived, badly designed, useless piece of plastic I’ve had the bad luck of purchasing. It will hold a sticky note in a somewhat upright manner, but that’s about it. I can sticky a sticky note to my cube wall, no need for a memo holder.

The reason I write is not to amuse you with my witty meanderings, but to take out the frustration of my less productive, less organized work day angst on the company that has supplied me with this useless desk decoration. Please understand, my memo holder is simply the final straw in an already long line of Staples brand mishaps. I already have to fight with my Staples brand stapler (Seriously, how ironic is THAT?) The Staples brand tape I purchased constantly rips in odd ways, making me have to go through fits of anger while trying to peel it off the roll correctly, and now this. “The Memo Holder of Suckiness” (I used a name brand sticky note to label it that so other co-workers wouldn’t inadvertently purchase one of these. I would have used my Staples brand sticky notes, but they would have fallen off instantly)

So, other than taking up some of my downtime, I felt the need to email you about how disappointed I am in Staples since most stores put out their own name brand you can expect the quality of said item to be fairly close to the name brand, but it seems to me that Staples has definitely missed the mark. I’m unsure if perhaps you’ve farmed out the manufacturing of your “Staples Brand” to a third world country and required the workers there to have frontal lobotomies before entering your factory, or if maybe you’ve started some odd work release program for Jerry Springer guests to be able to make a few bucks and buy a new tooth, or if it is simply that I’ve had the unfortunate luck of purchasing the ONLY badly made products you’ve put out (highly doubtful).

Either way, I’m out roughly $4.00 and have this small black plastic thing sitting on my desk mocking my need for a suitable office product that would hold my paper up while I type. (It does mock me, by the way. Its smarmy little plastic face sneers at me each time I try once again to make it do it’s job… I’ll eventually toss it out my window and let it brave the world alone).

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UPDATE: I've had a reply from Staples, and although I'm still angry at the damn Memo Holder of Suckiness, I'm impressed with the fast response and obvious customer satisfaction attempt.

Hello Jenna,

I am very sorry to hear you are unhappy with several of our Staples Brand Products. Rest assured we take our customers feedback very seriously. So much so, that I have sent you feedback to our Quality team and our Product Development team.

I am also quite surprised you have to fight with your Staples Stapler. We have received numerous positive comments from customer on our Stapler. I would love to hear your feedback on why you are fighting with it. Perhaps we can assist you.

Because of your frustration level I am sending you out a coupon for 25.00. I also would like to apologize to you on behalf of Staples. You should receive it within 7 days Jenna.

Thank you also for the witty yet informative feedback. It's greatly appreciated.

If you need further assistance please feel free to contact us again and refer to case ID ######. We are open from 8am-8pm Mon-Fri EST.


Regards,
Staples Brand Product Support

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My response back:

Hello Staples Brand Product Support person,

I must say I really do appreciate your prompt assistance and your generous compensation.

The stapler seems to never quite complete the job. It staples, but they're not firmly stapled. The papers seem to be loosely held together and of course the metal ends are sharp and jabby. I grab my much needed stapled paperwork to dash off to my boss's office and end up arriving there with small stabby marks, making it seem as if I've had a run in with a very small vampire on my way. (I briefly considered using my puncture wounds as a means to gain some workman's compensation, but I assume I'd also have to produce the small offending vampire, which may prove difficult).

Anyway, attached you'll find that someone else has also answered case ID 119591. Since I simply had written to vent frustration, not for financial gain, I felt I should let you know that another offer of compensation was made. I could, of course, see if I could get both offers conjoined into one, but that may be pushing it. No one's quite that witty.

Again, thank you for replying and for the gift certificate. A few minutes of my time pointing out a flaw and I have the option of perhaps finding a different memo holder at one of your stores that will not mock my organizational needs. That was easy!

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Why is common courtesy so difficult?

How is it that people can be SO totally lacking in common courtesy? It's called "common" courtesy because it's common. As in "widespread; general; ordinary:"

I have a great place, beautiful architecture, tons of room, decent price... but unfortunately the worst parking situation on the planet.

There are exactly 7 spots. Each spot is assigned to one of the 4 apartments. Mine being the largest, I get two spots. This means no Holiday parties or get-together, since I cannot in good conscious have people over and then ask them to park on Concord Street. Because of this, we are very conscious of parking closely and making sure everyone else has room to get in and out. I've made sure that my daughters boyfriend (who is typically the occupant of my second parking spot) knows to park close and carefully.

Yet several times I've come home and found someone in my second parking space (typically someone visiting the other apartments). It really seriously pisses me off. Why is it that I can be careful and considerate of the other parking lot occupants, and the others who live here cannot?

Tonight I came home fairly late after catching a movie (National Treasure 2 rocks, btw) to find some huge ass truck parked in my main spot. My alternate spot was already occupied by the kids fella, so I sat out in my car honking my horn (futilely) waiting for someone to notice and send their friend out to move their truck. Nothing. No one came out. So I said Screw it and parked my car right up behind the truck. To say I parked close would be an understatement. Because of where my parking space is there was no way anyone was getting out. BUT.. since I had already brought up to the old guy that manages the apartments in my landlords absence that I find my spot gone often, and he said "Yeah, that happens" without much remorse or advice, I decided that causing a parking catastrophe would be just fine.

About 45 minutes later someone rang my bell. I went out and the guy was apologetic about being parked there and asked if I would move my car. I said sure and grabbed my coat ( was going to blast the guy, but since he was all apologetic I figured why make it worse)

I went out and there was a bunch of the typical young bar fly type guys. You know, all baseball cap wearin' tough guys that probably think they're bad-assed. I jump in my car, shut the door and start to put the key in when my car suddenly lurches. Yanno why? The fuck-wits started backing up without giving me 3 seconds to move. I rolled down my window and started slamming on the back of their truck while holding down my horn. I'm screaming. Finally they moved up a bit. I jumped out of the car and ran up to the fuck-wit's driver window... the guy is just staring at me. I actually had to tell him to roll the window down...like what...does my red, kicky hair-cut and sedate black Coach purse indicate I'm going to shank him or something?

Me: "Roll down the window, you ass-hat!!"
Fuck-wit: "What?"
Me:"You just hit my damn car!"
Fuck-wit: "No I didn't"
Me:"I beg to differ Captain Obvious, you just rolled back and hit my car"
Fuck-wit:"When?"
Me:"Last Thursday.... when do you think!? You friends with the people upstairs??"
Fuck-wit:"Uhhhh..."
Me:"Do you know where you just were? Are you drunk?"
Fuck-wit: "Um. "
Me:"OK... I'll take it up with them. They can give me your information."

I jump back into my car and pull way up to let the ass hat out. He jumps out and starts looking at my car with his friend. At this point, ass hat and his buddy start being really damn sweet.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I wasn't being malicious. I didn't realize that I had rolled back. Where is the car damaged?"
"I have no clue. It's 10pm, dark, and raining like a bitch. I'll look tomorrow."
"Umm.. ok. Look, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. If there's damage we can just trade insurance. "
"Ok. Give me your name and phone number".
"Ummm.."
(Seriously.... where did the "Umm" come from?! I so despise that in conversation).

SO... the shaved-head-ass-hats get going, I move back into my spot, and the people who live out back say NOTHING.

Now was it really nice that I parked behind his car? No. But did they honestly expect that I would trudge around to all the apartments late at night in the rain and start knocking asking who's in my spot? No. He was an idiot, not me.

So how hard is it to simply be considerate? Either the people living in that apartment should have told their friends they can't park there, or the guy should have come out when I beeped. And while on this rant, why the hell doesn't this guy who "manages" the apartment make sure people know to ONLY park in their assigned spots?! He had no problem chasing me down when he thought we had put our trash cans closer than 3 feet to his on trash day. He practically ran down the other tenants in the parking lot to tell them to make sure to leave that 3 feet space... yet he can't say "Hey, there's not visitor parking"?

Meh. I am seriously hating stupid people today.

The Craigslist Christmas Spirit

ugh. Damn "I'm so much better than you and I'll tell you so because God loves us all!" people. meh.

I found this lovely "Christmas" message today on Craigslist. It's a message of Hope, of Love, of the Christmas Spirit.

The freakin' pickle sniffer....

All of you should be ASHAMED of yourselves!!!


Reply to: sale-517750599@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-12-23, 10:23AM EST


How do you people sleep at night??? Do you realize that you are all toy scalpers and tax cheats?? Does that make you feel good?? That you would scalp a toy that could brighten a child's Christmas morning just to make a few measly bucks??

Not to mention the fact that when you buy something for $250, then sell it for $400 or so, that the $150 you just made is TAXABLE INCOME. Do you fill out a 1099 for the profit that you made? Do you report your fair share to the IRS?? Of course not, because you are all SCUMBAGS, that's why!

Merry Christmas to all of you scum-sucking lowlifes that have thousands of dollars to buy up all of the hottest toys and resell them to make a profit. Why don't you try getting a REAL, HONEST, job, one where you are actually do work and not rob children of toys for Christmas.

In the spirit of the Holiday Season, I forgive all of you, but I would hope that you would turn from your evil (yes, I said evil, for the Maker will judge you on Judgment Day.) "Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's, but render unto God what is God's). Are you actually doing that?? No, you are not because you are all tax cheats. The good thing is that the IRS is going to start cracking down on all of this and will look for patterns on volume buys on toys, so you better start producing the 100s of Wii's you bought for Christmas and took away from little children...you really are huge POSs.

Merry Christmas to all...
"The Insider"

Obviously, since I feel the need to bap people, I responded....

RE: All of you should be ASHAMED of yourselves!!! - $1 (reality)



Wow. I mean.... I totally agree with your basic message, but that's got to be the scariest, evilest, vile sounding post I've read in a long time.

Christmas spirit does NOT mean you get to flame and damn people with your words, then add a "I forgive you" addendum and expect that makes it ok to do so. That's kind of like beating someone, then saying "Sorry" and expecting it to be alright.

Please do some research on the Christmas Spirit. The knuckle dragging mouth breathers that are reselling toys at a higher price will have Karma to deal with. You are not all powerful, or omni-present... so shut it and let the powers that be do their job. Your vile spewing post proves you are certainly not the one for that job.

Merrily,
Someone irritated with a pompous ass.





I'm just sayin'...

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Sweet tap-dancing christ.

Can you imagine walking into your bedroom and seeing THIS laying in your bed?

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Another Craigslist asshat.

A post on Craigslist irritated me..... unfortunately it's gone and I forgot to copy it... so all I can do is tell you that the guy was trying to give a goat away for free because the terrible thing "eats everything"..... who'da figured. A goat that chews/eats things. *blink* To make matters worse, he also wrote that he got the "retarded" goat for his son as a pet. Pfft. Asshat.

I did keep my response though:

"Umm...Dude... Seriously.You bought a farm animal. A farm animal mind you, that is
famous for eating tin cans and alike and you are actually shocked it ate random metal thingies and linoleum from your house? Seriously.

It's a goat. They are not intended as 'pets'. Not often have I encountered the little creatures in pet stores wagging their tails for attention. There are very few children's books referencing the bond and love between a boy and his goat. I do not see many Norman Rockwell paintings of boys frolicking in the park with their goat. And really, I would have to assume that teaching a goat to fetch a ball without devouring it would be a task a child may find difficult.

I think it's wonderful that you want to give the little guy to a farm (May I suggest Friendly Farm in Peterborough NH, or Petfinder.com) but I believe the problem we have here is not the diminished mental capacity of the goat, but the not-quite-up-to-snuff mental capacity of the parent.

Good luck with your goat placement."

Here's my rant about this fuckwit and others like him. Do NOT get an animal if you cannot care for it properly. An animal is not a disposable item. It's a living breathing creature that deserves at least a modicum of respect and care. The fact that there are people that feel they can simply discard an animal they've taken in simply because it doesn't quite fit into their lives, or live up to what they ignorantly imagined they would be like amazes me.

I fully fess up to my guinea pig accident. We took in a guinea pig from someone that had to get rid of him. In my ignorance I thought the little guy would be a bit bigger than a hamster and would require about the same amount of care. What I didn't realize is that they're extremely social animals. They need a lot of interaction from their owners, and a good deal of space to play. We had Sandy for about a month when my daughter and I made the decision that although we loved him and had a good time with him, he simply wasn't happy. He had grown up with kids and had been given the run of the house (I'll rant about cleanliness some other time.. but ew.) and he had spent hours with people. He only got an hour or so of play time with us per day, and simply wasn't happy. I was very upset about this decision at first. My daughter and I were horrified that we were going to have to 'discard' an animal we took in. We did some research and eventually found a site specifically for people to learn more about guinea pigs and for their adoption. We found a wonderful girl who had just lost her piggy whom she had for years. She took him and sent pictures of his new HUGE cage, along with the friend she had gotten for him. Sandy is happy.

What I didn't do is go on Craigslist and tell people that I had a free 'retarded' animal that anyone could take.

meh. I hate people.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Office Pirates of Penzance

K…. see….. One of the girls at my office was on the phone and she said “I am the business manager” and for some reason the “I am the very model of the modern major general” song from Pirates of Penzance popped into my head…. So I had started singing this in my head and it won’t go away… so I msgd Noah telling him I just hit a hard “I’m a geek” realization (cus honestly, who else would think of something so random) I felt the need to post it for posterity.

I am the very model of a modern business manager,
I've information excel table and employee manual,
I know the pay is tightened, and employees are hysterical
From IRS to paycheck stubs, in order categorical;
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters of all personnel,
I understand the conflicts, both the simple and most radical,
About accounts payable I'm teeming with a lot o' news,
With many cheerful facts about each employees yearly job reviews


[With many cheerful facts about each employees yearly job reviews....With many cheerful facts about each employees yearly job reviews....With many cheerful facts about each employees yearly, yearly job reviews!]

The damn song is stuck in my head now :/