Pseudotherapy

This fucking better work or I’m going back to Blogger. Fucking FED UP with this goddamn mothafucking ass-sucking shit.

[tags]Fuck WordPress, fuck updates, last update EVER[/tags]

1. It’s raining in Temecula. NOT here.
2. The word is CUL-DE-SAC. Not “cultiseck.”
3. My shoes are clicking when I walk, even on carpet.
4. All the Asiago-topped bagels are gone. I had to choke down a toasted multi-grain with double cream cheese. Oh wait, that was good. OK, never mind.
5. I’ve sneezed at least 30 times in the past hour. For no good reason.
6. We only have $14.00 in our bank account. It’s a good thing Bret gets paid tomorrow.
7. I’m sooooo tired. Woke myself up snoring about 100 times last night. Bret (who says I have “wussy little girl snores”) slept right through.
8. The crochet medallion on this shirt is NOT CENTERED. Drives me crazy every time I look down.
9. My computer is the only one in the building that doesn’t have a sound card. No music for me, even when I’d like it, like today.
10. I have too much work for 40 hours, much less 32. Holiday weeks are hell.

[tags]Lists, work, no rain[/tags]

Why do schools start in August now? Today is the first day of the new school year here in Oceanside/Vista, and I don’t get it. What happened to September being Back-To-School month?

When I was a kid, the school year began the Tuesday after Labor Day. Labor Day Weekend was the official End Of Summer, the last hurrah of freedom. While my daughter was school-age, many of the area schools went to a year-round schedule and some tracks would start a new year in mid-July. But the year-round craze seems to have played out, and I think most of the schools around here have reverted to a traditional schedule. Except that now they start in August. Why?

This is often the hottest month of the year. Who can get excited about shopping for a back-to-school wardrobe when it’s too hot for anything but camis and shorts? Where’s the thrill in buying new crayons and lunchboxes (or even binders and Bics) when the weather is screaming “Pool Time!”? And how are you supposed to get your mind off the algebra test tomorrow when TV is still nothing but reruns?

If anyone can explain this anti-tradition madness, please do.

[tags]Back to school, end of summer, tradition[/tags]

I don’t like being used as a time-passer. Some of my peeps are guilty of doing just that, on a regular basis. “Hi, I’ve got a 45-minute drive home, so I thought I’d give you a call.” Well excuse me, but I just got home from work myself, and I’d like to sit on the couch with my husband and a cold drink, and talk about our respective work days, and watch some TV.

You know, we get up at 4 or 5 in the morning, and Bret hefts 200-lb. sheets of hardwood all day. He goes straight to bed right after dinner, and I sometimes do, too. So this is our “evening,” this time slot while you’re driving home. This is our “together time.” I look forward to it all day. I’m sorry that you have a long, boring commute but that’s what radios are for.

Plus, do you not realize how annoying it is to attempt a conversation with someone while their A/C or open window is blowing over their cellphone microphone? It’s like trying to tune in a radio station when you’re 100 miles from Cowpie Holler, Texas. Schkztch, schkztch, schkztch. Do you not ever have this same problem when someone calls you while they’re driving? Because it makes me want to scream.

Yes, I could simply not answer ? but what if it was an emergency? Yes, I could say “I don’t want to talk right now” ? but I’m always afraid your feelings would be hurt. Then again, you know the situation yet you call anyway. So who’s really being inconsiderate?

If you want to talk to me, that’s great! Call me between 7 and 8 *A.M.*, when I’m sitting at my desk killing time. Call me on your lunch hour (but not from the car!). Or if you must, call me after 8 p.m. and take a chance I’ll still be up (sometimes I am). I know that’s your prime TV-watching time, but that’s why God made DVRs. Or call me during a commercial!

But please, don’t call me anymore simply to pass the time while you’re driving. Because it’s just not fair.

P.S. I love love LOVE you, and this has NOTHING to do with that. I simply want you to understand and respect my life.

[tags]Cell phones, driving[/tags]

Just when we think the morons at Globat can’t possibly get any more intelligence-challenged, they prove us wrong. After my battle with them, Bret moved his domain over to our new hosting service ASAP. This was back in March. Yesterday he received an email from Globat informing him that they had automatically upgraded his domain/hosting account to “Terabyte Xtreme” or something, and had charged $39.95 to his Visa card. We don’t have a Visa card. He doesn’t have an account with Globat anymore. His domain is up and fully functioning at our new home.

Just for the hell of it, I tried to log into his old account at Globat. It worked, and the info still shows his domain name as being hosted there. However, the credit card info listed is NOT ours. Bret called their so-called “customer service” and reamed the poor CSR a new one, pointing out all the ways in which Globat is braincell-deficient. After he hung up, we changed the account info. The owner is now listed as Mr. Blow Me, 123 Dumbass Street, Moron City, CA. Mr. Blow Me’s phone number, interestingly, is exactly the same as Globat’s.

Within 30 minutes, we received an email stating the charge to “our” credit card had been reversed. Hey, they almost got it right.