Seriously, I’m so pissed off right now at AT&T. I was originally going to have internet from them, even though the assholes force a landline on you, but I had thought I’d canceled my service the tuesday after memorial day, May 27th. Apparently the stupid bitch I talked to did not disconnect my service AND failed to document my call. Which means I get to pay probably 100.00 dollars for some shit I didn’t even use. the bill for the month is 73.something and I’m so fucking pissed.
We canceled the service because it was b/s that it would take 3 weeks to turn on our internet after the phone was turned on and the phone wasn’t even turned on when I was told it would be turned on. But when the phone WAS turned on we hooked up our dsl modem and we discovered we could send 1 out of 5 packets. The browsers timed out before surfing could be done, but packets were being sent. Which meant we had some sort of internet connection, which really fucking pissed me off because they claimed it would take THREE WEEKS to turn on the internet. When CLEARLY we had internet, just not the desired speed. AND NO ONE FUCKING UNDERSTANDS THIS.
I explained to them many times while I was on the phone, “I’m sending packets, that means I have a connection” and they said every fucking time “No, you don’t have internet, we have to do a more manual process to turn on your internet.” and I would reiterate “I can send packets, the modem is connected and packets are being sent, I’m watching them go through.” and they said “We can get you a dial up modem until your service is turned on.”
HOW fucking difficult is this to understand? They are supposed to be selling INTERNET and they don’t even know what packets are or how they get sent.
I’m just fucking tired, and pissed off, I’m going to be wasting at least 75.00 on this shit I didn’t even use because apparently they can’t see that I didn’t use the phone or the internet, they can only see long distance calls, not local. I guess its a good thing the police departments don’t need a history of the calls within the last billing period or longer. Oh wait, they do.
I’m hungry too, and we don’t have any breakfast foods, I forgot to go to the store friday or saturday. and I have to go to work in 10 minutes and my stomach is painfully empty. Very upset that I had to deal with this shit today
my last two days off I had to spend with my parents, because they drove up from Houston to harrass, I mean, spend time with me. Dealing with them is so fucking stressful.
Friday I got to listen to my mom tell me how filthy our apartment is and how we’re living like white trash. This is actually an improvement, usually she tells me we live like “N-”. I hate racial slurs so I’m not going to write it, but I’m sure you can imagine what a racist white woman might have said as an insult that starts with the letter n.
so while being called white trash was an improvement on my mother’s part, it still pissed me the fuck off. She’s in my god damn home, I don’t care how shitty it is, she doesn’t have any right to insult me, dave and our home like that.
pissed
me
off
godsdamnit I was mad.
and to make matters more frustrating she insisted on packing the living room. That would be nice, except she can’t fucking pack and hates every proof of my independence and immaturity so she threw everything into boxes and tried to break the things she didn’t like. Fucking pissed about that too. She tried to break my $30 DnD mini by tossing it in a box with books and heavy shit. She threw books in boxes so that it looked like something shit a box full of books, instead of placing them in the box so that, you know, they filled it up. the only things she didn’t try to break were my games, and only because she thought all of our games were david’s and she kept saying “TELL ME WHAT TO PACK AMY, I DON”T WANT DAVID TO COME HOME AND CUSS ME OUT FOR MESSING UP HIS STUFF”
she screamed it at me, that’s why it’s in caps
THAT pissed me off too, for multiple reasons. She thinks so poorly of David that she thinks he’d scream and cuss and pitch a goddamn fit just because she helped up pack. She thinks so poorly of me that she doesn’t care if I get mad.
ALSO we don’t have to move out until May 30th, and that was may 2nd that they came up.
We did have lunch with David and it was nice, we at a Fera’s, this cheap but delish Italian place by the university. And I had leftovers that I managed to save for Sunday, when I worked.
And we did throw out that nasty ass chair we never used anyways, which was nice, but there are boxes there now.
My parents stayed until Dave came back home, and then they stayed and made everything uncomfortable for a while.
Dave brought our friend, Jason, with him because we game on Friday nights, and my parents don’t know how to deal with people, at all. It was awful, and they even stayed when Nick, one of our other friends, came over. I honestly thought they were going to make us kick them out. I don’t care if I “should” have been spending time with them, they insulted me in my own home, and they insulted Dave in our home. Never fucking do it to his face, just talk shit about him to try and make me leave and move back in with them. pisses me off
anyways that was friday.
Saturday started off nice, I got to snuggle in with Dave, until my parents called us. But it was at like 9:30a when they called, which I guess is normal hours or something, but I told them we’d call them when we were ready.
We woke up and got ready and called them at eleven, and then my mom wanted to go outside and walk. Like, exercise walking, not strolling around enjoying a park or spending time together or something. She wanted to work out with us because we’re fat. She didn’t say we were fat, but she said we needed to get out and walk. we hadn’t eaten yet, since we thought we were going to have lunch together. We did go eat lunch, but my parents had already eaten, so it was me and dave eating lunch with my mom making faces and sounds of disapproval.
in case you didn’t know, eating makes you fat and ugly, you should never eat, especially breakfast
yeah, that’s my mom’s fucking gospel, she has coffee for breakfast, with maybe a donut, eats nothing or maybe a cheap ass burger or sandwich for lunch, and eats nearly nothing for dinner. So her body is always starving, so her body is always storing fat and burning muscle, she doesn’t care, she doesn’t even BELIEVE that. That is lies to make you fat.
whatever, anyways lunch/breakfast was a disaster.
Dave is attending a seminar thing in June up in Denver, CO and I’m not going because I’d be bored to tears (also we can’t share a room which pisses me off but whatever, I’m over that) and I’d rather work and save my paid time off for a vacation we can both enjoy.
so my mom keeps fucking harassing me about being alone for a week. Oh no, I’m alone, wah. But she’s like “your going to get raped, someone’s going to rob the house, you have to have a friend come over and stay with you so you aren’t alone, I need their number, give me 3 numbers we can reach you at if you don’t answer your phone, if you don’t answer your phone we’re calling the police!” and all this bullshit about stupid crap that no one can control and then she’s all “take the whole week off and come to houston, we’ll take care of you, you won’t have to worry about anything take the week off, fly down to houston, you don’t have to drive, you’ll be safe, we can fly you down on your days off if you need to work, we’ll fly you down. Take off, come to houston, you need to stay with us, fly down to houston” and she’s going on and on and on.
And then Dave says “you worry too much, stop worrying, you can’t control any of that”
and my dad says “Shut your mouth”
WHAT THE FUCK
SERIOUSLY
Still pissed off about that too.
anyways, that pissed dave off, that they tried to treat him like a child re:(how they treat me) and he left. I followed him, and that pissed them off. They were like “AMY get back here! NOW!” and shit. My dad came out and apologized and we went back in, I finished my lunch but my MOM fucking let the busboy take away dave’s plate. Dave was not finished with his lunch, and she just sat there. I know she did it out of spite. That’s how she is, mean and spiteful. That made me mad, but dave wasn’t mad about it.
So our day got off to a GREAT start.
And then my mom was bothering us about our sofas we have, and reminding me how shitty they are and she just couldn’t believe that we were going to take them with us, so we went to a furniture place. we looked at furniture and woo, was it “fun” man. I was bored as soon as I walked in, but really can’t stand my mom’s whining and bitching, so we went. Afterwards we went to a comic shop, because it was free comic book day, and my mom stayed in the car because she doesn’t care about spending time together. I got some more DnD minis and dave got some free comic books.
then we went back to the apt to see what there was to do out side, and mom complained every ten minutes about what the hell were we waiting for, we need to get outside. Finally we found something cool, a big cat sanctuary, called C.A.R.E., out by Decatur. My mom made snide comments because they have “research” in the name of their organization, and she kept ignoring me when I told her they rescued cats abandoned by irresponsible owners. Idiots that think wild animals make great pets, and then freak out when they start getting bigger than them and eating 100+lbs of meat a day. Seriously, she just ignored me, when we got there she asked the tour guide.
but that place was great, I had an awesome time there. It was the best part of the day. I got to feed some chicken to one of the tigers, and we got to see a lot of big cats. They were lovely, but it made me mad too, because they should not need to be there, but assholes keep buying them, and keep throwing them out when they get too big. One of the tigers had even be declawed, it was awful. Because her toes are gone the rest of her foot bones are going to wear down her feet until the bones are coming out of the skin. That shit makes me mad.
But besides that, it was really nice to be able to go there. The tigers chuff as a greeting, and I chuffed back when they did that. Dave, my mom, and dad, did not. They got sprayed at by three tigers, it was funny. None of the tigers tried to spray at me.
After there, we went to the Ponder Steakhouse. it was awful. Our neighbor recommended it and I thought we’d try it out. Well, apparently STEAK is not what one goes there to eat. Me and Dave shared a porterhouse, only instead of being delishushes it was fail. first off they cut it in half. that made me mad, if I wanted a half assed steak I’d have ordered one. Also they charged THREE DOLLARS to cut the steak.
Yes.
$3.00USD to CUT an already cut steak, in half. I didn’t even want them to do that, and i didn’t even know they were GOING to do that, as they didn’t say anything about it. assholes
and I was especially NOT expecting it because I ordered rare, and dave ordered medium rare and they ASKED me if medium rare was ok, so I said sure.
AND THEN the steaks came out medium WELL and WELL!! WHAT THE FUCK
HOW do you fuck up RARE and MEDIUM RARE so badly? I don’t know. We had to wait again, for our steaks to come out. And they were not grilled over an open flame, but cooked on a griddle. And while the meat was interesting, it was not something I’d eat again.
To say it was gamey was generous, I like gamey food this steer at some ass or shit or gods know what. It was interesting to try and figure out what the hell the steer ATE, but that is not usually why I eat beef. Now it was very tender and marbled nicely. But that hardly makes up for the taste being so… interesting. I have no idea what your supposed to order at this place, but clearly steak isn’t one of them.
so I was still hungry after we ate there, and when I said so my mom harassed me about being fat.
We came back and sat around and had some beer and stuff, but it was only relaxing for a little while. My mom didn’t want to be social so she walked Franklin. I didn’t care, Franklin loves being outside. And then my parents left, but kept not leaving, they just kept saying “We need to go, we need to leave, we gotta go” but they didn’t leave!
Finally they did leave.
finally
but we watched a movie later that night, at the movie tavern. We watched it there because I was STILL HUNGRY and also I needed a drink. I really wanted sushi, but we didn’t eat that, I ate at the movie tavern, Dave got me dinner, got the beers. We watched “forgetting Sarah Marshall” which I thought was going to be awful but it was actually good. I enjoyed it, it was a fun movie.
5:00am and my neighbor’s son is a dick.
I can’t sleep, he is playing his shitty ass music with the bass too loud and apparently I’m the only person that can hear this. Dave got all pissy when I banged on the ceiling, because he couldn’t hear it. But what the hell am I supposed to do? I don’t want his mom to get evicted because of disturbing the peace reports, she’s cool. But he’s being a douche. I have to fucking work tomorrow. Yeah I don’t open, I go in at 3:45, but I don’t fucking care. I’m god damn tired and I can’t even sleep in my own damn bed.
Basically I’ve had a crappy weekend. Today was pretty good, and Sunday was ok. But I had two nightmares, and I haven’t had any in a long time. I was late to work Friday and I’ve been stressing out about it a whole lot. Usually it isn’t a big deal, I get there at 9:50 or 9:55 instead of 9:45, but I didn’t get in until around 12:20. I open the store, no one else is there, the store gets fined by the mall for opening even five minutes late. I at first had a panic attack (a serious panic attack, not I was freaking out) because I thought I owed them $250.00 and I only get paid minimum wage ($5.85 an hour, just so we’re clear) and just now started working 30-ish hours a week. I get there, and am freaking out, because Ms. F, the manager, didn’t answer any of her phones. But she is there when I arrive, and I explain the situation (which I don’t feel like getting into) as to why I was late. She seemed to understand. But I still freak out basically the entire day. And then I had a nightmare that dave realized I was a useless, leaching, crazy bitch and left me. And then I didn’t get to see Dave nearly at all on Saturday. I saw him for like, ten minutes, and we had a party to go to so we didn’t get to eat dinner together or nothing. And I was all pissed off and stressed out and the owner of the store came in Friday and Saturday, and of course when she asked where I was ’cause she called the store and no one answered, I told her what happened and then felt like an idiot for it. And she jumps from topic to topic so that every twenty minutes I was assigned a new task while I was still working on the previous task and my response was to drop the previous task and work on the new one. This is something that I can do, because it is kind of how I function when I am cleaning. But it gets me “wired”, or “jumped” or whatever you want to call it. And I didn’t get any sleep hardly at all this whole weekend because I don’t have a method of winding myself down from this, usually what happens is I run out of juice and get tired from cleaning.
So all this led to one super stressful weekend, and to top it off Dave didn’t understand why I was so mad and upset about being late to work. He was just like “don’t be late again, I guess” and then got irritated because I was stressing out about it still. I mean, it isn’t like he is a jerk or anything, he just could not comprehend why I was so stressed about being late.
And I kept getting little panic attacks and junk and it was sucky, and I had another nightmare about Dave leaving me because I wasn’t good enough for him. And I didn’t calm down at all until I had a shit fit Sunday night because Dave was refusing to come to bed and it was one thirty in the morning and I had to go to work and couldn’t sleep. And I pissed dave off, of course, but I finally calmed down. Until I got home on Monday. Monday it was “meh” at work, but when I got home and saw all the shit that the fucking lazy assholes that work maintenance here have never worked on (the hole in the wall by the front door from MAY because we had no door stop and forgot to tell our friends that were helping us move, the wet spot on our CEILING in the bathroom that has been there since AUGUST, the connective hose on our AC unit that has NO insulation since well before we moved here I’m sure. And that isn’t mentioning the things they finally did, like fix our deadbolt so that it actually locked THREE WEEKS AFTER we moved in, we moved in two weeks after our signing for the apartment, and we made sure they knew about it. Or the jammed plug in the bedroom that they NEVER fixed, my father had to fix it when they came for a visit.) and it pissed me off all over again and then there were roaches. Everywhere. I mean that this is an infestation, they are everywhere. I turn on a light in the kitchen and I see them scurrying away, I put dirty dishes in the dishwasher and they scurry away, I OPEN the dishwasher and there are more in there, I open cabinets and some fall off the doors. I bought bait for this and I don’t think it is enough. So I called the health department and reported them.
They can eat me for all I care, our air intake to the HVAC unit is a health violation, but there is nothing I can do about it because that law only applies to hospitals. I know this because a building inspector just came out and took a look at it and told me it was awful but that he couldn’t even order the landlord to CLEAN the unit, much less repair it. My dad is a mechanical and electrical engineer at a hospital in Houston, see, so he knows all about this stuff, and he took a look at our unit when he came for a visit. He was pretty disgusted about it and told me to call the health department, which I did and we all know how that went. My dad always makes sure that their house is up to “hospital” standards so I’ve never lived in this poor of air before. It it killing my sinuses, and I can’t imagine how dave feels, because he actually has allergies. I wish we had a digital camera so I could take photos and show you how awful this intake unit looks. Also I need to buy filters for it and replace them probably twice a month, since the filter is doing all the work and the systems that are supposed to help it out don’t work very well. And of course the apartments only replace the filters every quarter.
I did go tell the apartments to spray over here for roaches, which they claim they are going to do tomorrow (thursday). But neither dave nor I will be here when they are supposed to spray so who knows if they even go in the apartment, much less if they spray inside our cabinets and along all the base boards and up on the ceiling. I was hoping that they could put out bait too.
Anyways, I think I’m finally ranted out. Later
