Monday, March 14, 2005

I have to learn to more of an asshole sometimes.
Not be so patient.

Or maybe.

I just need to learn to let it go.

Let me explain.
Last Thursday I went to pay a bill to bloodsuckers at the hospital and due to some incorrect info given to me by the schmucks at the switchboard by the time I got there the cashiers office was closed. So, while standing there swearing under my breath I spied a sign that said that they will take payments 24 hours a day and that I should dial double zero on the phone underneath the sign. So I did so and spoke with people in the switchboard who gave me poor directions to where they were. So after a few minutes I found them and was asked for a check by the 19 year old idiot working the window. The idiot saw that I had a piece of paper with the info about what I owed them on it. Now. This piece of paper was issued by a legal office telling me that I owed $159.45, the piece of paper was not issued by the hospital. Seeing this paper the girl says "Gimme it". Not "Excuse me sir may I see that?" Nope. She says "Gimme it." My reply was that she can have it in a second as I was currently using it to gather the correct info for the check. Her reply was a cock of the hip and loud sigh/groan. After barely getting the info I needed she snatched the paper out of my hand and then shouted at the woman who was on the phone next to her that she didn't know what to do with the paper. I replied that she did not need the paper as it had nothing to do with them. My check had the proper account number and amount on it and that I would need the paper back. The girl was waved away by the woman on the phone and then in a very sassy manner she tells me she needs a copy of the paper. Before I can object she is gone with it. When she returns I hand her my check and with another cock of the hip and whiny tone she tells me that I wrote out the check for the wrong amount. "Excuse me!?" I reply. "You owe us $188.00 not $159 she states" I told her that all she is getting today is $159 and the rest is lawyers fees and I don't pay lawyers fees. With this she tries to get the attention of the woman on the phone who again waves her away. At this point I ask for a receipt as I don't know that she was even going to give me one. She writes one out and as I am putting my stuff in my pockets she stands there waving it at me impatiently.

Now, If you're still with me.

Should I have:

A. Done nothing.

B. Complained to her supervisor.

C. Told her that she should destroy the copy as it was a personal document that she had no
right to a copy of and that she had better get her attitude in check.

or

D. Jumped the counter, knocked the god damn teeth out of her face with the phone and choked her with my cock to shut her up.

It's in the past now so nothing can be done but should a similar situation arise please vote below so that I may have an idea of how to react in the future.

Thank you.

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Thus spake Shaft at 10:00 PM

Hey look, me blogs different. I like it dark sometimes, it's just much easier on the eyes.

Gonna watch movies all week thanks to Invisible Pete.

I haven't seen alot of films in the past couple of years because of work so I am going to try to catch up while I have a chance. Hopefully I won't be unemployed too long that I run out of stuff I want to see. I still haven't heard back from the DWD about my unemployment checks yet, it worries me a little. St. Patricks day is coming up and dammit it's on a Thursday. So Shaft will have to be extra Irish with himself that day.

Must eat now.
Thus spake Shaft at 2:30 PM

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

So I'm watchin Next Gen' today and it was Worf's birthday.

I have one question.

Do you have to give the royalty fee to AOL/Time Warner if
you sing the happy birthday to you song in Klingon?
Thus spake Shaft at 1:51 PM

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Does anybody even read this thing any more?

I haven't posted in 3 months.

I'll be losing my job in 2 weeks.

I will be smoking and eating while being unemployed.

Probably jacking it too.

You know, painting my own chair.

Alot.

So lonely.

So I like to watch things that piss me off on television. Why is that?
Do I enjoy torturing myself? Is that it? Or do I get my aggressions out by yelling
at the television about how much this person sucks or how that guy should grow some
balls. All of the above I think.

When I grow up I wanna be P Diddy.

That way I get to drink the finest of breastmilks.

C-Ya.

I'm shuttin' down the studio.

Wouldn't wanna be ya.
Thus spake Shaft at 2:49 AM