Wednesday, July 07, 2004
boo.
There has been a general spirit of nastiness going around in various spots of my life lately, and so right now I'm going to bitch for a minute. Then I'll stop, and the world will probably explode or something, but I'm tired of my personal negativity and this is the only way I can think of to exorcise it.
Okay, here goes; look away if you want, I won't cry.
* CapOne, you suck, and you and your partner in suck, my local post office, can kiss my ass. See, I have a p.o. box, and last month, the post office, in its infinite wisdom, decided to keep a bundle of my mail -- just regular mail, not any big packages or anything -- in the back room for THREE DAMN WEEKS. Included in this bundle was a CapOne bill, which I received the day before it was due. Now, May's CapOne payment never got sent, which was my fault (I lost the statement somehow), so I had one late payment already. June's CapOne payment was late, too, because of the post office fiasco, and for some reason, after only two late payments, CapOne decided to report my account as delinquent. No notice or anything, until AFTER they'd reported it. So I called up CapOne to see if they could attach a letter of explanation or something (I had sent a note explaining the post office thing with June's payment, but I guess they didn't read it, or care, or whatever), but they couldn't help me because it had already been reported. Assholes. So I cut up my CapOne card. I had no late payments on any of my accounts and they couldn't even give me a damn warning. So that sucked.
* The bank we're dealing with for our loan also sucks. I don't feel like going into it, but take my word for it: they suck. Also included in this particular realm of suckiness is any company we've had to deal with who hasn't called us back when they said they would and has basically treated us like their least important clients. We are good effing customers -- we pay our bills on time and we're not divas. There's no reason, just because we're not six-figure-income earners, not to treat us with a little damn respect.
* I CANNOT TAKE LIVING WITH MY PARENTS ONE MORE MINUTE. I love them to death; I just am not a house-sharing kind of person. They are totally being nothing but kind and helpful and generous with their house and their time and their space -- it's not them, it's me. I don't interact well for that many hours in a day, and I can't stand having to listen to my sisters fight with each other and my little sister fight with my parents and my mom lecturing my little sister in that nicey-nice voice that STILL makes me roll my eyes, five years later. Plus Rabbit keeps waking up in the middle of the night or in the middle of her naps because we're in the basement and can hear every step everyone in the house takes. Also, we have almost been walked in on three times now, and I think one of those times counts as actual walking-in-on.
* Virginia drivers are horrible. I will not make this a driving rant, but damn. Read the effing DMV manual or something.
* I hate not having money and loving expensive things. This includes food, because the good "weird" (according to Ben) stuff is always way too costly and my grocery bill ends up costing twice as much as it should because I'm a bad (meaning impulse) shopper. I also hate having to buy all my clothes on sale at Old Navy and Target.
* I hate that it's too hot to go outside with a baby (or a normal human, for that matter). And I hate that the TV is always on in my mom's house, and that someone (usually my little sister) is always sitting on the couch watching TLC or some awful makeover show or talk show. And I hate that my mom, at least once a day, leaves Rabbit and the little boy she also babysits with my little sister, who just sits on the couch watching TV while the kids amuse themselves, and my mom doesn't even take her cell phone with her, so there's no way to get ahold of her. And I ALSO hate that when the babies eat, my mom and/or little sister don't even bother to sit with them -- they just leave them at the table and watch TV or whatever. Most of all, I hate that we can't afford for me to be a stay-at-home mom.
That right there was a multi-spectrum hate-on.
I think I'm done. So various things suck in various different ways. That's life. Let's move on.
Okay, here goes; look away if you want, I won't cry.
* CapOne, you suck, and you and your partner in suck, my local post office, can kiss my ass. See, I have a p.o. box, and last month, the post office, in its infinite wisdom, decided to keep a bundle of my mail -- just regular mail, not any big packages or anything -- in the back room for THREE DAMN WEEKS. Included in this bundle was a CapOne bill, which I received the day before it was due. Now, May's CapOne payment never got sent, which was my fault (I lost the statement somehow), so I had one late payment already. June's CapOne payment was late, too, because of the post office fiasco, and for some reason, after only two late payments, CapOne decided to report my account as delinquent. No notice or anything, until AFTER they'd reported it. So I called up CapOne to see if they could attach a letter of explanation or something (I had sent a note explaining the post office thing with June's payment, but I guess they didn't read it, or care, or whatever), but they couldn't help me because it had already been reported. Assholes. So I cut up my CapOne card. I had no late payments on any of my accounts and they couldn't even give me a damn warning. So that sucked.
* The bank we're dealing with for our loan also sucks. I don't feel like going into it, but take my word for it: they suck. Also included in this particular realm of suckiness is any company we've had to deal with who hasn't called us back when they said they would and has basically treated us like their least important clients. We are good effing customers -- we pay our bills on time and we're not divas. There's no reason, just because we're not six-figure-income earners, not to treat us with a little damn respect.
* I CANNOT TAKE LIVING WITH MY PARENTS ONE MORE MINUTE. I love them to death; I just am not a house-sharing kind of person. They are totally being nothing but kind and helpful and generous with their house and their time and their space -- it's not them, it's me. I don't interact well for that many hours in a day, and I can't stand having to listen to my sisters fight with each other and my little sister fight with my parents and my mom lecturing my little sister in that nicey-nice voice that STILL makes me roll my eyes, five years later. Plus Rabbit keeps waking up in the middle of the night or in the middle of her naps because we're in the basement and can hear every step everyone in the house takes. Also, we have almost been walked in on three times now, and I think one of those times counts as actual walking-in-on.
* Virginia drivers are horrible. I will not make this a driving rant, but damn. Read the effing DMV manual or something.
* I hate not having money and loving expensive things. This includes food, because the good "weird" (according to Ben) stuff is always way too costly and my grocery bill ends up costing twice as much as it should because I'm a bad (meaning impulse) shopper. I also hate having to buy all my clothes on sale at Old Navy and Target.
* I hate that it's too hot to go outside with a baby (or a normal human, for that matter). And I hate that the TV is always on in my mom's house, and that someone (usually my little sister) is always sitting on the couch watching TLC or some awful makeover show or talk show. And I hate that my mom, at least once a day, leaves Rabbit and the little boy she also babysits with my little sister, who just sits on the couch watching TV while the kids amuse themselves, and my mom doesn't even take her cell phone with her, so there's no way to get ahold of her. And I ALSO hate that when the babies eat, my mom and/or little sister don't even bother to sit with them -- they just leave them at the table and watch TV or whatever. Most of all, I hate that we can't afford for me to be a stay-at-home mom.
That right there was a multi-spectrum hate-on.
I think I'm done. So various things suck in various different ways. That's life. Let's move on.
