Argh. Lovely to get a phonecall from your credit card company while you're waiting for your ride to work to call. I picked it up and guess what? I thought everything was good and it turns out that not only have I been late paying every month (because they refuse to change my due date and I've asked more than once) but I forgot to switch payment amounts on my bank account and I've been paying less than I'd agreed to.
Plus, I have no breakfast.
At least there is coffee.
Congratulations, vw!
And it's happy birthdays for Emma Watson AND Emma Thompson today!
Also - in addition to the Lexicon suit John Buechler is now saying that the name and the whole concept of the books (HP books) were based on his movie
Troll
which he is remaking to prove his point. (???)
That stinks, Sumi. And before work, too. Feh.
Wow. John Buechler is made of fail.
I just read my email from Aldi for this week, and found this: [link]
Caramel Pecan Silk pie.
Hmm. I'll need a bigger bottle of insulin...
Found a pink leather bondage collar for my sister.
Bwahahahahaha.
A White Stag - like HP's Patronus in the Forest of Dean.
I'm a feeling a bit better. I was able to make the changes I could - I mean, I can't change the due date but at least I can pay what I didn't last month and uh, correct the future payments. (And I discovered that I was in much worse shape than I thought - there was only about $1.00 in my account before my paycheck was deposited!)
Yay vw!
Medical-ma to Aims' sister.
I have a headache.
Money~ma to sumi.
For the rest, it is all about the gronk.
I'm wired and giddy and bouncy (reflect on THAT for a minute, will ya -- ME, *bouncy*) because it's the 5-year anniversary of my back surgery, and I'm still 100% fixed.
I told my mom that I'd do a back flip to celebrate, except I don't know how to do a back flip.
Instead, I'm going to get re-blonde-ified in about an hour. That seems like a good way to celebrate. Plus, I gotta order my celebratory vertebra later today.
Todays Theme Is: Your Idiocy Is Not My Fucking Problem.
(Note: The following is a rough compilation of approximately half a dozen calls received just this morning from not just myself but my co-workers)
Phone: Happy Tax Day! Hang on to your butts! *ring*
Me: Aw, shitcakes with fuck-you frosting.
FuckCake(s) O' the Day: I have not received my W2 forms! WAAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!
Me: Well, let me see something...we haven't gotten it back from the Post Office, so let me verify your address...is your address [this]?
FC(s)OtD: Yes, but I don't have my W2 and I have to file today!
Me: Well, okay. You can request a reprint, but we either need a written request with your name, SSN and the address to send it to along with a check or money order for $12.50, or, alternately, you can stop by with valid ID and $12.50 cash, check or money order.
FC(s)OtD: WHAT?! But it's not my fault I don't have my W2! It was, um...stolen! Yeah!
Me: I'm sorry to hear that, but we did send it to the correct address and we don't have it here, we have to request a reprint from the third party company that processes W2s for us, so those are your options.
FC(s)OtD: WWWAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!! But, but, but...what am I supposed to do?!
Me: Send a written request with $12.50 or stop by with $12.50.
FC(s)OtD: WWWAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
Me: ...
FC(s)OtD: WWWAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!!!!!
Me: ...
FC(s)OtD: WWWWWAAAAAAAAUUUGGGGHHH
OMGWTFLATEFILINGDEATHFROMABOVEBLACKHELICOPTERSPLAGUEOFBOILSDOOMDOOMDOOM
WWWWWAUUUUUUGGGGHHH!!!!
Me: ...
FC(s)OtD: You suck. *click*
Me: And have a nice day.
