March 16, 2004
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#$%&!!!
However, do not allow that to fool you. I remain serene in the face of adversity.
I spent most of today hoping for a snow day tomorrow. It was looking a bit steely and ominous for most of the afternoon, and now there are nasty little snowflakes flocking about everywhere, plunging to their horrid snowflake demise and adding up the crucial millimetres towards an unexpected day off tomorrow…..
EXCEPT!!! In my ignorance, I had not realized Boston Public has no school anyway, because it is “Evacuation Day”. Known to most of the world as Saint Patrick’s Day, a bountious celebration of all things green and inebriated. It is to Boston what Mardi Gras is to N’orleans. The eight or so pubs within walking distance of my house, for instance, are going to be absolutely packed with celtic carousing. Yet, we primly refer to it as evacuation day, not, as one might think, in honor of the inevitable upchuck/purging which comes from drinking a large quantiity of green ale; but because of some Revolutionary War victory most likely involving muskets and cannons and redcoats fleeing the city with their trousers around their ankles.
But i still have to go to school. Because the kids might not be coming, but the teachers are expected in anyways, at 8 am.
simply put, WTF.
In other news, I hate Comcast. With a vengeance. A part of my soul blackens with evil malice whenever I get a bill. While I have previously suffered various injustices involving my internet being unfairly and unjustifiably shut off for months, being charged technician’s fees to repair their mistakes, and and their initial refusal to send any bills to my Actual Address! so I can Pay! Them!! , as well the long agony with the Customer Torment hotline (which has resulted in them being listed on my cellphone as “Comcast Bastards”, speed-dial #9), I figured, eh, let bygones be bygones.
But not today!!! The thieving F-tastic assmunchers!! I hate! hate! HATE!! RAHHHRRR! COMCAST!
I wrote them a check for One Hundred Forty Seven Dollars ($147.00) , and they paid themselves Seven Hundred Forty Seven Dollars!!!! I went to peek at my statement today, and what did I see??
Well, not this exactly, because I know you all are sneaky, and i am not stoopid. Mostly. Duhr.
items:
- This is not my real name, nor my actual address. But you can try to send me a postcard anyways.
- I often wonder, as I am paying my bill, what would happen if i wrote the check out to that fond nickname.
- My bad. It’s a number one, but specifically differentiated from the seven by a carefully placed line. However!!!
- Validation! Read it and weep, morons, and give me my six hundred buckaroos back!
- My superbly artistic signature. Also fake.
- I highly reccomend this institution. The intrest rates are really low, they make edible checks, and you get a free luxury cruise to Pisangue Island when you open an account.
And last, affirmation for those of you who think I’m not kidding.
- This is not my real name, nor my actual address. But you can try to send me a postcard anyways.
Comments (9)
insanity!
though that cheque was brilliantly crafted. now we all know your middle name starts with an s. what does it stand for?
Secret Squirrel
LOL I’m a dumb ass.. that was my response as to what the S stands for.
i have similar feelings toward my cell phone company…… i shouldn’t say similar feelings- EXACT feelings. those slimy bastards. xoxo
i send my grrrl chick power to you, because you will need it when you spend countless hours over the phone to them trying to sort through their mistake!!
Plus, Oxy dudela, the written part is the legal amount. I know this cos my dear gamma sent me a cheque (<- i’m not british, just pretentious) with slightly different amounts in the number box versus the written amount, and the bank lady told me so.
um the written part was five bucks less. you don’t suppose the bank lady was just scamming me for lunch money?
Wow ! You must have been pretty upset. And I totally understand your situation. I had a similar situation like yours (We will charge you for our mistakes) too. And they made me call a bunch of phone numbers by tossing me from one dept to another, each time I have to go through voice answering choices, waiting until some “real” person gets the phone, and “re-explain” the whole story all over again (of course I have to repeat all my information – name, address, …) I’m glad that we don’t have comcast here. Yahoo and SBC rules !
“Strong men greet war, tempest, hard times. They wish, as Pindar said, “to tread the floors of hell, with necessities as hard as iron.”
An over theatrical quote for your journey into the abyss that is Comcast.
I think S is for Sexy!
Woo-hoo! Actually, the S is for “Stuart”, which is my scottish last name. But I try to look hot anyway, in my kilt and all. Baha.