whiski_sour: (out of the gene pool)
People are pissing me off left and right today. I want to say it's me, that I've got a touch of the PMS, but no. I think it's everyone else.

Most of it is on Facebook. It's gotten me to the point that I'm wondering why I'm even on there. That's not true. I know why I'm on there. It's to play games.

I wonder why I'm friends with these people. Most of them I went to school with. Some of them I actually liked in high school. Now I'm finding it hard to tolerate some of them.

I'm going to just start hiding people. It avoids the drama of unfriending, but brings some damn peace and sanity to my FB.

That's right. Banishing people to the cornfield isn't just for Cardinals fans during baseball season anymore (though so many of them are on the top of my list).
whiski_sour: (Busted!)
So, yeah, if you'd like to order Rejected through Lulu, you can save 25% by using the code BUYMYBOOK305.

In related news, after I posted my book links on Facebook yesterday (individual post for each link because if Facebook lets you do more than one link in a post, I don't know how to do it), someone on my friends list posted that the people "selling stuff on here" need to take it somewhere else.

So you know I just HAD to post a fresh link with this coupon offer today.

My apologies. I don't have the drama or Jesus preaching to post on my Facebook. I've just got to work with what I have.

I've thought about creating my own page on Facebook, but at this point I don't see it being worth my while. For now I think I'll just stick to broadcasting on LJ, Twitter, and pissing off my Facebook friends.

Maybe if they bought my stuff, I'd shut up. I bet they never thought of that.

I wouldn't shut up. But they still never thought of it.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
Today has been a tangle of fail.

I went to the eye doctor for the first time in four years for an exam to get new contacts. After being told that I'd have to start using disposables, I was then told the cheapest they had was 157 bucks for a year.

Now let me get this straight. You want me to pay 157 dollars for something that I'm supposed to throw away after a month. I'm having trouble following your logic on this one, eye people.

After balking at the price, the doctor offered me a "free" pair to wear for a week while I thought about it. I don't know if she thought this "free" pair would help me see the 157 dollars I need to buy a year's supply or what, but I took them and I have an appointment to go back next week to haggle.

Why do I keep putting "free" in quotation marks? Because she said they were free, yet I was charged 30 bucks for them on my receipt. Awesome.

Yeah, I think I'm going to follow Carrie's advice about trying to get a six month supply (which should be about 60 bucks cheaper) and then I'll be going somewhere else from now on.

In other news, it's slowly dawned on me that I didn't really think things through with this whole jewelry thing. As is common with me, I thought bigger than I was capable for, so now I'm having to go back and make some fixes. It's not a huge deal (yet), but an aggravating one to say the least, and not something I wanted to spend my afternoon untangling.

So in conclusion, it was just like a typical Thursday in the cube except I wasn't in the cube and I was the root of most of my problems today.

At least next week I'll be prepared for Thursday.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
Another driver bailed on us, leaving us scrambling to cover his loads for the week. I've got another driver nearly a day late because a) he broke down on the way home Friday and b) his load was done wrong and someone had to fix it (a reocurring problem at this particular plant).

So, I'm making late calls while fielding the typical It's Monday Where's My Stuff calls while trying to get last minute information to drivers on the road. And then there's the pile of regular phone calls that need to be made.

And the driver trip sheets that I have to review.

And the violations sheets that I have to compile even though I'm pretty sure that Chad doesn't look at them.

And the board needs updated.

And we've hired someone new, Crystal, to help us in the office. She spent the afternoon watching me make phone calls and explaining my job. Not that there's a lot to it, but she's sitting in my cube so I feel compelled to say something. She's going to be handling our drivers once we get her trained up. I imagine she'll be doing other things, too, but that's her main gig.

Starting next week, I'll be working 8-5 taking an hour lunch. Right now I'm working 7-4:30 taking a half hour lunch. I'm already hitting 5 o'clock a couple of days a week now. I look forward to hitting 5:30. Because I can't seem to get it all done in one shift.

They need to go back to that temp service and get someone to replace me. I can't hack this gig.
whiski_sour: (zzz)
-This week killed me. I'm tired of being stressed about work and I'm tired of talking about it. I'm tired of dreaming about it.

-I had a blast at the Cornbelters games this past weekend and there might be another game in my immediate future, like Monday. Baseball is my happy place.

-I keep entering contests that would require me to ditch work if I won. Fuck it! Take the bucket! And flyyyy!

-I bought tickets to a Cubs/Reds game in August. I'll be going with Haley, Matt, and Natalie. I joked about taking a Joey Votto voodoo doll to the game, but now I'm seriously considering it. I feel like being a jackass. We hates Joey Votto, precious.

-I haven't watched a Harry Potter movie since the third one, so I'm not going to see Deathly Hallows Part Two: The Slaying of the Boogaloo. However, I hope my Harry Potter loving friends enjoy it.

-I hate it when people piss on other people's good time. We get it! You're so fucking hardcore because you don't like this popular thing! Move the fuck along, buzzkill.

-I'm not going anywhere or doing anything this weekend. I might even go to bed by 9:30 tonight. I feel some sloth coming on.

-Someone remind me to dig my James Russell baseball card from behind my bookcase. I really need a proper shelf.
whiski_sour: (one of those days)
It's been an eventful two days at the day job. You'd think a short week would be easy, but no. Not in this world.

Yesterday, three of our five trucks on the East Coast broke down. Problem, we still had three runs that needed to be done today. Did I mention that one driver took his truck to the shop without telling us and another driver's truck has been broken FOR A WEEK, but he neglected to mention it? Yeah. Like that. Thankfully, they were able to do a quick patch job on one of the trucks and get the guy going.

There was also the small matter of a guy finishing his run early, but taking his time getting back to the yard. Unfortunately, he had a surprise random drug test waiting for him, which put him behind on getting started on his next run. He's going to cut it close making it home tonight.

Then today, one of my favorite drivers, Sonny, was down by St. Louis picking up coils. He was secured the straps on the load, went to get off of the trailer, and fell. An ambulance was called and Sonny told Albert that he thought he dislocated his hip.

With him on his way to the hospital, we had to figure out how to get the coils back. At first it was decided to have Stephen go from his last stop in Indiana to St. Louis because he had a rider, new guy Mark, with him. Mark could drive the coil truck home. It set up huge problems for us for the next week with Stephen's hours of service and whatnot, but it'd get the job done.

However, Mike showed up and it was decided that Chad would drive Mike down to there and he could pick up the coils with no problems. Albert calls Stephen to let him know he can come home and...Stephen's truck is dead.

All of this took place before lunch.

So, a plan was hatched to retrieve Stephen, Mark, and the broken truck with the use of a tow truck. It would take our spare truck out to Indiana and then tow the broken truck home. Stephen and Mark would drive the spare truck home.

Yeah, that was at noon. At three, the tow truck that was supposed to take the guys and the broken truck from the side of the road to a truck stop still hadn't shown up. When I left a little after 4:30, the tow truck was just leaving for Indiana, a little over two hours away. The boys might be getting home right around now.

Also over the course afternoon, we found out that Sonny had broken his hip and was going to have surgery. He's going to be out for a couple of months at least. This led us to scrambling to adjust the runs next week to account for Sonny's absence.

Needless to say, it's been a clusterfuck for the past two days and I really think we all need a three day weekend just to recover from it.

Bleh.

Beer me.
whiski_sour: (handy liquor)
People were just inconvenient this week.

I was finally, FINALLY able to finish making the calls from last Friday on Tuesday. I ended up fielding phone calls from the same people on Wednesday. I also dealt with a company that apparently changed their phone number and just didn't tell anyone.

Thursdays are always busy, but yesterday I had two trips held up. One needed their material delayed. The other one needed their stuff delievered to a jobsite. These things aren't always as easy as they sound. It took some serious pulling and switching to get those trips to work.

Today I called a guy who was supposed to be my contact except no one had told him that he was the contact and was supposed to know what was going on.

By one this afternoon, I was done with all of my work and spent the rest of my shift surfing the net and listening to the Cubs game.

Two minutes before check out time, I go to send in my timecard and the internet goes down.

I guess it decided to be inconvenient, too.

I realize this is pretty petty and insignificant in light of what's going on in Japan, but right now I can't process what's going in Japan. My brain has trouble interpreting disasters of that magnitude.
whiski_sour: (shoot)
I am behind on my credit card bill because I am broke. I paid what I could when the bill was due last month and I'm working on getting the rest of it.

However, the credit card company calls me today to ask if they can take the 400 bucks I owe out of my bank account to pay for it.

Uh, no. I don't have 400 dollars. That's what I'm trying to get for you people. Did you think that I just forgot to pay the bill? Did you think that I just that I didn't want to give you any money? Did you think that I was not aware I had 400 dollars in the bank?

I want to pay your bill, people. I am financially unable to at the moment. As soon as I can, I will. You repeatedly asking me when will I have the money and can you arrange to take it out of my account on that day does not improve my mood and further more IT WILL NOT HAPPEN. I will pay you in my customary way and you will like it.

After 10 years of being a good account holder, you're just going to have to cut me a little slack.

If I have to deal, so do you.
whiski_sour: (Fishy people)
Today the Cubs picked Mike Quade to be their new manager, which unfortunately meant taking a pass on Hall of Famer and Cubs fan favorite Ryne Sandberg.

Cue the rending of the clothes, gnashing of the teeth, and tearing of the hair.

Cubs fans are making even the most hardcore and dedicated fangirls look like amateurs.

I'd be more amused if I wasn't completely annoyed and a little horrified.

Now I really want to go to the Cubs Convention this year. I want to see this angst live.
whiski_sour: (Oh noes!)
In one of the freakest and most unusual baseball injuries, Cubs rookie outfielder Tyler Colvin got stabbed just below the collarbone by a piece of flying broken bat as he ran from third to home (he scored, btw; walked off the field under his own power). After some tense innings of hearsay and whatnot, it was confirmed that he went to the hospital, got stitched up, and because the bat did puncture the chest wall, they put in a chest tube to make sure his lung didn't collapse (he never experienced any trouble breathing). He'll be in a hospital in Miami for 2 to 3 days and is expected to be just fine. His season, however, is over.

I'm glad to hear he'll be okay. He's been a dynamo for us this year and he's had a hell of a season. It's a shame his season had to end in such a bizarre way.

However, the flailing done by the fans on Twitter just got on my nerves. Not the concern (except by the little girls upset that their woobie was hurt; that will always grate on me and I'm not afraid to say so), but the overall blowing up of the drama brought on by people who clearly don't watch enough accurate medical shows.

It's a chest tube, not a traech tube. He's not breathing through it. It's in to make sure what little air that got in the lung cavity gets out and the pressure remains stable so his lung doesn't collapse. His lung never collapsed and he never had trouble breathing, according to several reports.

He wasn't impaled, he was punctured. Impaled implies that the bat was still in him. It wasn't (though I don't doubt that he didn't have some splinters removed). Even though his chest wall was punctured, the hole was pretty small. It's not like he had a gaping wound.

(To be honest, the cynical part of me thinks that if he didn't have insurance, they probably wouldn't have put the chest tube in. They probably would have watched him overnight and if all was well in the morning, they would have discharged him and sent his bill to collections.)

And finally, he can still be a vampire because in order to kill a vampire you have to stake him through the heart! Seriously people. A vampire doesn't keel over if he gets a splinter. There's a certain amount of strategy and technique required to killing one.

Yes, that last one did come up repeatedly.

Seriously, Cubs fans. Settle your teakettles (thanks for that saying, [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian). It was a bizarre accident. It was scary, but it's over now. Colvin was never on death's door. He's going to be fine.

And probably always remembered for this.

I know this means nothing to any of you, but to even begin to broach this on Twitter (and as you can see, 140 characters could in no way contain this rant) would be like spitting in the ocean.

But at least I got it out of my system. I feel better now.
whiski_sour: (*eyeroll*)
You know what I love?

Cub fans bitching on Twitter about the Cubs sucking like this is the first year they've ever sucked. They haven't played well all year. We're now 19 games below .500. Don't take yet another loss so personally. Do what the rest of us do. Enjoy the few wins we do get, really enjoy the wins over the Cardinals, and drink. If you're a straight/bi female or a gay/bi male, then enjoy the pretty. We've got a lot of young eye candy this year. Just getting to see them makes a lot of these losses worth it.

At least in my shallow, shallow book.

You know what else I love?

Non-Cubs fans bitching about the volume of Cubs fans at Addison station outside of Wrigley. The field has been there since 1914 and it's common knowledge that the Cubs sell out or nearly sell out (the smallest crowd this year was just over 33,000) every game. LIVE SOMEWHERE ELSE. I understand Chicago's a big town. I imagine you can find somewhere else to live. And if you can't? Then I suggest you learn to live with it. Otherwise, resign yourself to a miserable existence during baseball season.

Seriously, the whiners were out in force tonight. There was hardly any funny on Twitter to the game.

Dammit, don't these people understand that they're here to entertain me?
whiski_sour: (in trouble)
If you follow me on Twitter, then you know I pretty much submerged myself in baseball when I lost my Internet for a month and I did not surface once the Internet came back, and have been abusing my followers by subjecting them to my running commentary of the games.

Yeah, sorry about that. I'm going to try to cut down on that. It's already been made pretty clear in the house that my baseball affliction this year has reached critical annoying levels and I know it's bleeding like a severed femoral artery into my Twitter stream. It's kept me amused the past month or so, but it's time to start backing off.

More importantly, I need to stop reading what other fans are writing. I forgot what assholes sports fans can really be, and I'm not just talking about fans of opposing teams, either (though there are some real dicks out there). They say Cubs fans are the greates fans on Earth and that might be true, but none of them are showing up in my Twitter feed or on the boards I read. It's like wall-to-wall jackassery out there and it's doing nothing for my state of mind.

You know what? The Cubs lose. That's what they do. That's what they've done all year. On paper, this team should be in the playoffs and in reality, they're not. Plain and simple. Find a way to enjoy the rest of the season and give up on this "wait til next year" crap. Going in expecting your team to go the World Series, especially when they haven't been in a lifeteam or so, is a sure way to get disappointed, particularly when your team doesn't have to win to keep its fans.

Baseball shouldn't be disappointing. Yeah, it sucks when your team loses (ask Cubs fans or Astros fans or Diamondbacks, Orioles, or Pirates fans). But baseball shouldn't be disappointing. It's a game, a pasttime, a sport. It's supposed to be fun. And there are too many people around me right now that are just sucking the fun right out of it.

So, like so many other things, I'm pulling this one enjoyable thing back in and keeping it to myself so I can keep enjoying it.

I just can't have nice things.
whiski_sour: (scream)
Day 165...Still No Internet )

In other news, McGee got into a fight Wednesdy night and got rolled pretty good. She's got a sore spot on her side and broke off a tooth, which Dad had to pull. Dentistry is McGee's least favorite thing and believe me when I say we've done a lot of it on her.

She's feeling better today, though, but she's still milking it for all the treats she can get.

As well she should.
whiski_sour: (marshmellow stupid)
The Internet Saga )
The Getting a Job Saga )

So that's my world in a nutshell right now. Frustrations and crankiness galore.

I hope you all are well. I miss you terribly. I look forward to the day when we can be together again. /pining
whiski_sour: (shoot)
I got an overdraft notice in the mail this morning. I've never had one before and I've had my checking account since I was 13 (Mom had me get it to help teach me to be responsible for my money and to properly manage my finances; she's never bounced a check, either). So, needless to say, I was rather perturbed.

But I kept my cool. I went in, got a printout of my transactions for the last month and put the fifteen bucks I had set aside for gas money in the bank just to be safe.

It might not stay there long.

Back in December, a new company took over my bank because it failed and they proceeded to change everything. Kinda like the Borg. Your monies are now our monies, you will follow our policies, we will change the routing number, resistance is futile.

Now, I am accustomed to being charged a maintenance fee. I don't understand the practice of charging someone who has no money, but I know it. So it wasn't a surprise to see that on my transaction paper. What was a surprise was the service fee. Now, I don't remember ever seeing that on my monthly statements. It's possible that I missed it, but I don't remember seeing it. And since it's been about six months since my bank was taken over about six months ago, that would explain why my account is short.

My statement should be due to show up in the mail next week. If there's no service charge on it, I'm going to have a talk with the bank and close my account.

If there is a service charge on it, I'm going to chalk it up to me failing at reading comprehension and I'm still going to close my account.

A maintenance fee AND a service charge? No. That's just ridiculous and it's too much to ask from someone who's broke.

Just no.
whiski_sour: (teeth kicking heels)
I am just not inclined to like people lately. It seems that multiple times a day people that I associate with say things that make me want to smack them in the forehead to turn their brain on (like my mom used to do to me when I was a kid). And it's not big, important things either. It's petty, petty things that just rub me the wrong way.

As often as I am told how rude I am, how I don't consider other people's feelings, that I don't think before I speak, it AMAZES me at the crap these same offended, delicate little snowflakes will post on the Internet. I don't think people realize how much I DON'T say and how often I DON'T hit the enter button.

I know I'm not well thought of for the most part. There's not a fault you could point out that I don't know about. But, sweet Jesus, at least I can say I've actively made the ATTEMPT not to be a raging jackass for all and sundry.

I still end up being a jackass sometimes, but it's either a conscious decision to be a jackass or I'm not realizing I'm being a jackass until much later, usually when someone else points it out to me. But the point is, at least I'll admit to being a jackass.

And this rant became something I did not intend, but I'm not apologizing for it because, for the most part, it does not pertain to any of my dear flist. Therefore, we can call it venting and move on to happier things.

MayDays begins tonight which means there will be lemon shake-ups (and lemon vodka to go into the shake-ups) in my future.

Yes, I think drinking will improve my mood considerably.
whiski_sour: (out of the gene pool)
This is stupid.

Basically, Santa Clara County wants to ban toys with fast food kids' meals because they contribute to childhood obesity.

From the article:

"This ordinance does not attack toys. Obviously, toys, in and of themselves, do not make children obese," said county Supervisor Ken Yeager, who pushed for the ban. "But it is unfair to parents and children to use toys to capture the tastes of children when they are young to get them hooked on eating high-sugar, high-fat foods early in life."

Now, I am not a parent, but I was once a child (and in many respects still am) and since my kidhood was sometime ago, I'm guessing the little heathens today are capable of making their own earnings and purchases, because when I was a kid, Mommy and Daddy were the ones buying me my Happy Meals.

I've never been one for tact, so I'm just going to put this one out here for you guys and spell it out plain and simple: Your children are fat because you make them fat.

I'm going to repeat that.

YOUR CHILDREN ARE FAT BECAUSE YOU MAKE THEM FAT.

That's right, parents. I'm calling you out. Because if you're not warping and dysfunctioning their relationship with food by putting them on diets when they're nine and making snippy comments about how they're getting a little belly and making really nasty, scathing remarks about the fat lady getting ice cream at Baskin Robbins, wondering if that second scoop is for her extra chin, which is why YOUR child will never have ice cream because you don't want YOUR kid getting so fat, then you're on the other end of the spectrum, feeding your kids nothing but hot dogs and macaroni and cheese because "that's all they'll eat", fixing them a separate meal because "they won't eat that", and filling them up with fast food because "it's easier than fighting with them".

And unless your precious little angels are in some kind of sport or physical activity like dance, I doubt they're getting much exercise outside of gym class, huh? Because you can't let your kids outside to play because of all the predators in the world and for crying out loud, you're too tired to go out and supervise them and frankly, you just don't have the TIME.

So instead, you plop them down in front of the TV and the computer and the gaming console so they'll be out of your hair and you can do whatever it is that you need or want to do instead, maybe, finding a way to include them in the activity, or, hey, even putting it off so you can go outside and play with your kid.

So, yeah, parents...this one's all on you. Before you go running off to blame the school lunches and the fast food industry, why don't you pay attention to what those little mini-me's you just had to have are putting in their mouths, and how much, and how much they move their growing little bodies.

You set your house right first. Then you can take away their toys.
whiski_sour: (*eyeroll*)
Man, I love Hettie.

Anyway, in today's paper was a special section devoted to a Cutest Kid contest. And there are some damn cute kids in there.

However, out of 307 kids there were:

-5 Cadens/Kadens
-3 Haydens
-2 Braydens
-2 Jaydens
and 1 Aydan.

There were also:

-4 Madisons/Maddisons
-3 Haileys
-3 McKenzies/McKensis
-2 Adelynns
-2 Jaydas/Jayda's (yes, with the apostrophe)
as well as a Jaylin and a Jaylah.

And in the "I feel sorry for those children" category:

-Heaven'Lee
-Quailo
-Treasure
-Linkon

And I get shit for the names I like.

Guess I just ain't trendy.
whiski_sour: (scream)
I should have known when I got the mail this morning and found that we got something for someone else (The Flower Corner? That's on Route 54. How do you confuse that with a strictly residential street?) that today would not be my day.

I went to the mall in search of a bra. Silly me, I thought that I should be able to walk into the store and fine the style I want and the size I need. HA! I could hardly find the size I need, and since I wasn't in the market for "old lady ugly", definitely didn't find the style.

On the walk out of the mall, I ended up with a blister on my left foot. These shoes have never given me a blister. Just another sign of the day.

I drove home, switched from the new Jeep, also known as Grape Ape, to my car (whatever Jeep is left at the house is to be taken out of town; my car is now strictly in-town driving only), and left again, this time to get some milk and bread at the grocery store and wash my car since both places are pretty much nextdoor to each other.

I pull into the car wash place and both of the back vacuums are occupied, but only one by an actual car. Some smartly dressed bitch with no car had her ass parked on the second one, chatting on her phone and smoking a cigarette. Annoyed, I pulled in, washed my car and then vacuumed it using the front vacuum, which I don't think is as good, because smartly dressed bitch still hadn't moved her smartly dressed ass and the other car (one of those new SUVs that look like a box on wheels) was still being vacuumed out. That lady was there a long time cleaning out her car. Like the whole time I cleaned AND vacuumed out mine. That car was brand new. It shouldn't have had that much shit in it.

Anyway, I'm just finishing up cleaning out and vacuuming my car when smartly dressed bitch goes walking by. If I had been a little quicker, I'd have had a new hood ornament.

I make it through the grocery store without incident and go home.

It then took two computers and three tries before I managed to order two bras online. According to what the site said, I should have them in about two weeks. *headdesk*

I swear to all that is unholy, the Universe wants me to have saggy titties.
whiski_sour: (stuck on stupid)
I miss our old paperguy. He never missed the porch.

The last two we've had don't know seem to know what a porch is.

Wednesday when it snowed, I put on my boots, anticipating have to go out to get the paper. But no. The paper was on the porch right in front of door.

Thursday, it was on the steps.

Today, it was around the corner of the house. Yeah, I had to put my boots on for that.

He built up my spirits and then crushed them.

I hate being in such an unsatisfying relationship.

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