Today was *THAT* day
May. 27th, 2009 02:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyIt's been a while since I've cleaned up after a major holiday weekend, and I had forgotten just how much stupidity ensues. That said, if profanity makes you go blind, I strongly suggest you shield your eyes, because Tuesday was fairly hideous, enough that I came home and went straight to the Captain Morgan's, and I am a cheap drunk. 2 drink maximum and I am LOOSE.
Come on, how often do I hit the bottle? 2, maybe 3 times a year? If that? But today, nothing else was going to unknot that tension, at least nothing *I* have access to. There's no convenient SigOther to rub my back and call for pizza and cater to my every whim (in aloincloth plaid flannel shirt and jeans). I can't afford a weekend getaway or a day at the spa. This is it, me and the rum and diet Coke with Lime trying to release the homicidal fantasies I'm having about certain callers I encountered today.
Like the dunderhead from Nevada who called in on Brand X jeans, very indignant because we had the temerity to send them by way of the US Postal Service, who doesn't usually deliver to his residence; he has a PO Box. Most of the time when that happens, the USPS sends the package back to our warehouse as undeliverable. In this case, they forwarded it to his PO Box, and he was pissed that he'd had to shell out $6.05 out of his own pocket for postage due. There was more---a LOT more that I won't inflict upon you, my friends---but if I ever get my hands on that prick, I'm going to rip his tongue out and use it to wipe my ass. Screw you, asshole---I hope you get eaten by bears. Next time, if you want to get it at the house, get expedited shipping. Cheap fucker.
He was the piece de resistance, but there were more, too many to count, and I'm not going to try...breathe in, breathe out...had one cancelled order for White Trash Queen, ESL broad called in 4 minutes before my lunch about a 100+ item order that was cancelled because it was placed from outside the country. I explained this to her, repeatedly, and ended up 8 minutes late for lunch, which they monitor incessantly.
And the day started out so well! I had a shortish fic* that I sat down and pounded out in good time, would probably have posted it if I'd had another hour, but that's okay, tomorrow is soon enough, because I'm a wee bit too tipsy right now. I've been on a roll this month, writing-wise, and that's shiny, because I haven't felt that way in a while. But then I had to go to work. And was late getting out the door, because I had a reminder that my adventures in banking still needed to be dealt with. (Thank you, gracias, merci beaucoup, danke schoen and all that jazz, you know who you are!)
Zoomed down the road, running about 20 minutes late by my standards, was highly irritated by the fuckmook in the Ford Fucus** who was weaving in and out of traffic. (Car du jour was a Ford Fairlane circa 1963, not in prime condition, but neither am I at a similar age.) Then! As if I wasn't already grumbling, I got stuck behind a school bus! That stopped traffic behind it THREE times! ON US1, for fuck's sake!
It turned onto Post Rd, then, entering Melbourne, a miracle occurred: I had sequential green lights at Aurora Rd, Eau Gallie Blvd and Ixora. Holy wow. This has NEVER happened in the whole time I've been commuting. Not ever. Otherwise, it would've been cutting it way too close and being late when holiday pay is up for grabs is a Very Bad Thing.
If I'm not careful, I will go into a rabid rant about other Very Bad Things, like in-store only gift cards, syrupy hold-muzak versions of Every Breath You Take, Uber-Boss, some of the idjits who put our websites together, that sappy damned Pediasure commercial, the Gosselins---and all the rest of those fruitcakes on TLC with enough kids to populate a Third World country. Apparently it no longer takes a village---it takes a network! Enough already!
Good night!
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* Because I was going through stuff I TiVo'ed the other night. And rewatched Torchwood --- Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, which was the first ep I ever saw, and could appreciate it so much better now, and Captain John said something about he was laughing at Jack, and I just had this moment of epiphany: What if the Comedian was a Time Lord? It kind of morphed a bit in execution, but I've definitely got a yummy little crossover in the oven! (Working title: Putting the 'Fun' Back in Funeral.)
** W00t! Best drunken Freudian slip EVAR!
Come on, how often do I hit the bottle? 2, maybe 3 times a year? If that? But today, nothing else was going to unknot that tension, at least nothing *I* have access to. There's no convenient SigOther to rub my back and call for pizza and cater to my every whim (in a
Like the dunderhead from Nevada who called in on Brand X jeans, very indignant because we had the temerity to send them by way of the US Postal Service, who doesn't usually deliver to his residence; he has a PO Box. Most of the time when that happens, the USPS sends the package back to our warehouse as undeliverable. In this case, they forwarded it to his PO Box, and he was pissed that he'd had to shell out $6.05 out of his own pocket for postage due. There was more---a LOT more that I won't inflict upon you, my friends---but if I ever get my hands on that prick, I'm going to rip his tongue out and use it to wipe my ass. Screw you, asshole---I hope you get eaten by bears. Next time, if you want to get it at the house, get expedited shipping. Cheap fucker.
He was the piece de resistance, but there were more, too many to count, and I'm not going to try...breathe in, breathe out...had one cancelled order for White Trash Queen, ESL broad called in 4 minutes before my lunch about a 100+ item order that was cancelled because it was placed from outside the country. I explained this to her, repeatedly, and ended up 8 minutes late for lunch, which they monitor incessantly.
And the day started out so well! I had a shortish fic* that I sat down and pounded out in good time, would probably have posted it if I'd had another hour, but that's okay, tomorrow is soon enough, because I'm a wee bit too tipsy right now. I've been on a roll this month, writing-wise, and that's shiny, because I haven't felt that way in a while. But then I had to go to work. And was late getting out the door, because I had a reminder that my adventures in banking still needed to be dealt with. (Thank you, gracias, merci beaucoup, danke schoen and all that jazz, you know who you are!)
Zoomed down the road, running about 20 minutes late by my standards, was highly irritated by the fuckmook in the Ford Fucus** who was weaving in and out of traffic. (Car du jour was a Ford Fairlane circa 1963, not in prime condition, but neither am I at a similar age.) Then! As if I wasn't already grumbling, I got stuck behind a school bus! That stopped traffic behind it THREE times! ON US1, for fuck's sake!
It turned onto Post Rd, then, entering Melbourne, a miracle occurred: I had sequential green lights at Aurora Rd, Eau Gallie Blvd and Ixora. Holy wow. This has NEVER happened in the whole time I've been commuting. Not ever. Otherwise, it would've been cutting it way too close and being late when holiday pay is up for grabs is a Very Bad Thing.
If I'm not careful, I will go into a rabid rant about other Very Bad Things, like in-store only gift cards, syrupy hold-muzak versions of Every Breath You Take, Uber-Boss, some of the idjits who put our websites together, that sappy damned Pediasure commercial, the Gosselins---and all the rest of those fruitcakes on TLC with enough kids to populate a Third World country. Apparently it no longer takes a village---it takes a network! Enough already!
Good night!
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* Because I was going through stuff I TiVo'ed the other night. And rewatched Torchwood --- Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, which was the first ep I ever saw, and could appreciate it so much better now, and Captain John said something about he was laughing at Jack, and I just had this moment of epiphany: What if the Comedian was a Time Lord? It kind of morphed a bit in execution, but I've definitely got a yummy little crossover in the oven! (Working title: Putting the 'Fun' Back in Funeral.)
** W00t! Best drunken Freudian slip EVAR!
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Date: 2009-05-27 06:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-27 01:26 pm (UTC)Meanwhile, I am having a total brain-fart: What was the name of Ozymandias' sekrit base? I know it was a classical reference, and I know I'm going to facepalm when I hear it, but right now I can't think of it to save my life.
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Date: 2009-05-27 01:50 pm (UTC)I have to sit here all day with the idjits that are my co-workers.
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Date: 2009-05-27 06:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-27 01:55 pm (UTC)Hehee! I also rewatched "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" and was giggling through the scene where Jack marches into the bar. I said, "It's the old West." And then he grabbed Capt. John and laid a kiss on him, at which point Corgiguy said, "Now it's the New West!"
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Date: 2009-05-27 06:11 pm (UTC)There is still room in the great big handbasket. Send 'em on over!
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Date: 2009-05-27 06:29 pm (UTC)I'm still fighting my sugar/caffeine demon, especially rough today since I just got the "you booked the wrong date" call, from the client who got the email two weeks ago and just noticed the wrong date...TODAY! (Actually she's being pretty cool about her own idiocy, so I am trying to help her as much as possible.)
Comedian as Time Lord....Wella, wella, wella...that oughta be interesting.
KKBB still rocks so fucking hard, especially that first Jack/John scene with so much pent up passion! Yeah, right...after a relationship like THAT, Jack's all about the whinging, whining teaboy! *SNORT*
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Date: 2009-05-27 06:45 pm (UTC)Eh, that's the thing...it kinda morphed. It wound up as, Eddie Blake, Immortal.
that first Jack/John scene with so much pent up passion!
Meep. James Marsters, while he never really appealed to me as Spike, is just gorgeous here, with those sculpted cheekbones and those fuck-me books. *fans self* And watching two pretty men who are NOT fictionally related to each other sucking face is a real treat, especially when they both display such gusto.
*headdesk, repeatedly*
Date: 2009-05-28 12:40 pm (UTC)Re: *headdesk, repeatedly*
Date: 2009-05-28 02:53 pm (UTC)1) I would apologize profusely.
2) I would send you a prepaid label so that return postage would be at or expense.
3) I would arrange to have the correct item reshipped, or, if it was out of stock you would be credited back when the other one is received back by the warehouse.
Let's hope that that's the kind of service you get!
Re: *headdesk, repeatedly*
Date: 2009-05-28 03:27 pm (UTC)Re: *headdesk, repeatedly*
Date: 2009-05-28 04:00 pm (UTC)Was it the sword you were lusting after?