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|Wednesday, February 13th, 2008|
you scare me
Busdriver, I don't care how nice you smile nor how friendly you are. You are late every single day. This morning, you drove too fast for the conditions, and telling the person sitting in the front seat that 'these busses drive okay in the snow but in this weather all i have to do is TOUCH the break and it jerks to the right' did not inspire confidence in my. I spent the entire ride to work clutching the back of the seat in front of me.
AND, I'm getting really REALLY sick of you flirting with all the Sisters when they get on the bus. Never mind trying to steal their coffee or their breakfast. And for the sake of whomever, stop turning your head to talk to them. DRIVE THE DAMN BUS, and leave your romantic conquests for another time. Current Mood: angry
|Friday, January 25th, 2008|
Dear stupid former biology professor,
When writing a letter of reccomendation, it might possibly be important to make sure that you have written the CORRECT COLLEGE I went to in the letter. Just might possibly.
Please go buy a brain and begin using it.
|Friday, March 30th, 2007|
dear stupid dean
I know you think I do my job because I'm grateful for the opportunity. I do my job because I need the money. Believe me, if I had a choice I'd be doing almost anything else. It's to MY credit that I do a good job and have been given more responsibility. It's to MY credit that my faculty are pleased with my work. And they told you they thought I should get a raise.
Which I should.
And you sent out a letter to the entire support staff saying "That's not the way it works. The University gives about 3% and whatever 'merit' you have earned." And we find out in the l.s. that we don't even get the 3% and you apparently don't feel that I've done anything of merit.
And you complain about the morale.
What the heck would you know? In a five day week, you are actually in your office about 1 day. What do you do when you take off on your weekly junkets? You've managed to factionalize the faculty - again. YOu complain that you can't understand why everyone misses the previous dean. He worked very hard to repair the damage done by HIS predecessor because HE factionalized the faculty. He wanted the l.s. to be 'family'. He really did have an open door policy. And what did you do when he tried to fade back into the faculty? Chased him through the office and told him he was undermining you.
Our faculty is passive-aggressive. They hate you but they won't vote you out because they dont' want to go through ANOTHER dean search.
You've certainly got it made, haven't you.
|Friday, March 2nd, 2007|
Driving Miss Daisy, wait a minute, Driving Me Crazy!
Dear Father of the Daddy's girl who hit us on February 16,
Thank you for misquoting my husband during your deposition. You didn't get to the accident until nearly an hour later and came in on a conversation in progress. What my husband said was that we hit the guy ahead BUT never said we hit the other guy first. As a matter of fact, Hubster had enough time between the rear impact and front impact to say "My God, we're hit!"
I thought it was a funny thing to say and more like we'd been shot. That's why I remember it so clearly.
He told the police, both in my hearing and that of your daughter, that the impact drove us into the car ahead. He said the same thing in front of witnesses.
Later, as we were all leaving, you asked him whether our car was damaged. He said yes, both the back and where we hit the other guy, the one in front. He also said we'd been pushed into the car ahead thus causing the damage.
Stop and think about it. IF we'd rear-ended the guy ahead, the entire front bumper would be damaged. The damage was restricted to a small area between the mid-front and the headlight. We would have hit the guy and taken out both headlights as well as the bumper.
Now the insurance company believes that we rear-ended the guy ahead of us BEFORE your daughter hit us, and your insurance company refuses to pay for the front damage. So we have to go through our insurance for the whole thing and let them sue your company.
It's been two weeks, our car is still sitting at the body shop, the body shop people are waiting for authorization to begin work, and our insurance company initially refused to pay for a rental vehicle. The bruise on my hand hasn't faded and I still have a stiff neck and back pain. My nerves are shot from calling people, taking calls from both insurance companies and the body shop, and from the sheer injustice and ineptitude of it all.
Is this fair? How would you feel if this was happening to you and your wife?
You live up in one of the newest and most expensive developments in town; your own car was worth five of ours. Is this how you conduct your life, lying to insurance companies so the little guy has to take the heat of increased insurance payments?
I sincerely hope your little girl rear-ends another car very soon, but God forgive me, this time she kills someone. Then you can visit your little angel in jail and the world will know it was her fault entirely, just as it was in our case.
By the way, we're considering a civil case for "pain and suffering." How does $100,000 sound? I think $500,000 sounds better.
The stiff lady in the blue CRV
PS: I haven't driven in two weeks and am frankly afraid to do so. In that period I haven't been out of the house more than four times. Just what is your darling doing now, out shopping or out with friends? Is she enjoying her brand-new car? Current Mood: furious
|Wednesday, February 21st, 2007|
Dear Terminex Scheduler, aka Idiot:
The reason I demanded that someone call me ahead of time to schedule a follow up on our quarterly treatement is that we have a 6' high security wood fence with gates. Strong gates designed to withstand a determined thief. Or a 100+ pound German Shepherd. Your service man wouldn't be able to do the scheduled treatment, and I might not be home or available.
You didn't call ahead, either today or anytime in the recent past. But you told the service guy who showed up at my door that you did. This is the second time this has happened. On another occasion you promised that someone would come out at a certain time and date, then the person never showed up.
Apologies be damned. Either do your job right, be considerate of your customers, or don't promise anything. It's too late in my case anyway, because I've decided to cancel the service and go with another company in the future.
|Tuesday, February 20th, 2007|
Dear Phishermen Who Think They Are So Very Clever--
I have not used a Paypal account in years, so your pleas for me to update an account that is long out of date aren't fooling anyone. Same with the Phisherman who thinks that telling me twenty bucks will be deposited in my checking account as soon as I update with 'pertinent' information will make me lose all sense of reality and cause me to give you my social security number.
Ditto Princesses from Nigeria begging me to hold millions of dollars in a savings account for them.
Please to be pissing off.
G. Current Mood: grumpy
Cops Obeying Law? Concept!
Dear Cops, a.k.a. Law Enforcers,
I may not drive, but I do have a very good grasp of traffic law, and if you're in a vehicle waiting at an intersection and the light turns green (regular green, not green turning), you do not make a turn, left or right, until pedestrians have cleared the crosswalk. If there's someone on the crosswalk, and especially if the pedestrian signal is on, you are not allowed to turn. You don't cut the pedestrian off as they are about to leave the curb, nor do you step on the gas right on their heels, scaring the beejezus out of them. And you are especially urged to refrain from this if you are with three buddies and you are all Atlanta Police Department motorcycle cops! One day said pedestrian is going to write down your tag and your boss at the precinct is going to hear about this type of thing, plus all the time you spend hanging out at the diner.
Wendy Current Mood: aggravated
Okay, you ARE the registrar. YOu are in charge of the rooms, you are in charge of who uses the rooms and for what. So, yesterday after I was hung up on by one of my profs, you emailed me and said he could have that room. I said I'd talk to him today, and he said yes, he'd TAKE that room. But when I called the room scheduler, she said there were student activities scheduled for that room at least half of the Fridays for the coming semester. So, I had to go back and email said prof and tell him that even though YOU said he could have the room, he can't really have that room.
I've got a headache, he's still upset, and you...imagine! YOU are nowhere in the building.
I hear your job is in trouble. I think I understand why.
I would hope that someone who has reached your advanced age would know by now that it is a smart idea to check the disposal and the sink before running said garbage disposer. To grind up spoon after spoon and swear a blue streak every time smacks of idiocy. Please learn from your experiences and save us all the irritation of listening to the grinding metal and your cursing on a semi-regular basis.
While we're looking around the kitchen, allow me to point out something else: The little nails on the wall next to the stove are spaced, coincidentally, just the right distance apart for the dry measuring cups to hang on them! Amazing! I wonder what would happen if you put them there, instead of throwing them in the towel drawer, willy-nilly. Perhaps the house will collapse from their weight, or a freak sandstorm will rip through Kansas because you have upset the laws of nature. It is more likely, though, that the people who cook in the kitchen will have an easier time finding what they need to get the job done, and it's also possible that the quality of the food prepared there will improve if cooks no longer resort to guessing at measurements because they can't find the cups. Step out of your comfort zone and give it a try! Live dangerously!
Guessy Mc Measurements, the Irritated, Spoonless Cook
:-) Current Mood: bitchy
|Saturday, February 17th, 2007|
|Friday, February 9th, 2007|
Dear Stupid: Shut the fuck UP
Would it kill you, once in your life, to say something NICE to me for a change? Instead of always criticising everything I do? Would it kill you to be grateful and oh, I don't know, gracious
, instead of bitching and moaning about how hard things are for you and how difficult your life is and how every day brings a set of fresh annoyances for you and only you to worry about?
Would it kill you to say 'thank you' when I do something for you, to kiss me without having to be fucking asked
, to surprise me with something nice, to tell me you love me? Would it?
Would it kill you to think about something else besides the contents of our bank account, or how your bonds are doing, or how much we're paying out for life insurance so that, when your constant bloody moaning finally kills me off, you can collect $200,000????
Would it kill you to cheer the fuck up? God!
Dear Stupid Doctor's Business Office Staff:
Every few months, someone from your office calls me to try to collect on my "past-due" bill. When I tell you I have been paying my bill at each visit, you tell me you don't have the doctor's receipt book
, so your information about payments received may not be complete. I tell you that I think it is your
responsibility to collect the doctor's payment records and keep track of those details, and not mine
. One time you called, I dug through my purse and found my copies of receipts that totaled more
than the amount you said I owed. I have told you that I find it very upsetting to be hassled unnecessarily just because your office is unable to keep track of information, since I have PTSD and this kind of thing is especially triggering. Typically, the person who calls me passes the buck by saying she/he has only worked there for a few weeks. The doctor who employs you is a wonderful doctor, and I have prospered under his care. It sucks that he doesn't turn his receipt books in to you on a timely basis, but I wish you wouldn't make this my
problem. Get your own
crap together, add up everything I really have paid you, and then
call me if I still owe something. That's the work you're being paid to do. I'm guessing you'll end up sending me a refund for my credit balance.
Sick of Your Calls Current Mood: aggravated
Dear stupid health insurance company
You know what? I get it that medical costs are outrageously high. And I get it that you are trying to keep said costs from getting any higher.
However, when a doctor specializing in esophagus problems prescribes a medication for ulcers, I don't appreciate being yanked around. Just fill the freaking prescription. Needing to check with the doctor to see if he means what he said is not helping my husband's ulcers any. I realize that a couple of days is not going to be a life threatening thing, but the hassle at the drugstore is getting old. BTW, the pharmacist is really frustrated too. Add to my annoyance that this is the 2nd time in 4 months you have pulled this stunt (my daughter was the 1st).
Listen, I am truly thankful I have prescription insurance, but, JUST FILL THE DAMN SCRIPT.
Respectfully yours, (not)
Annoyed Current Mood: irritated
|Thursday, February 8th, 2007|
Dear Stupid Amp'd Mobile guy:
Every time I see one of your ads here on LJ, I want to reach out and slap you silly. You have the most irritating manner I've ever seen in a still photo. Close your mouth occasionally, PLEASE!
And you're giving bald men a bad name.
Dear Stupid Amp'd Mobile Advertising Agency:
Get a new model. Maybe a cute puppy, or that guy from "Scrubs" that talks to himself. Yeah, him. That's the ticket.
|Wednesday, February 7th, 2007|
Pants, pants, pants, pants
Hasn't anyone told you the dangers of wearing pants that fall off your ass without provocation? The way you have to walk to keep them up--legs at an angle with the knees bent to the side--will cause permanent damage to your tendons and joints.
When you have to move quickly, the damned things can fall to your ankles and trip you. Recently some guy tried to run across College Avenue (major North/South corridor) near our house, got tangled in his pants falling down, and was struck and killed by a truck. The way some of the people around here walk across/in the street is in itself stupid, but that's another post.
Thirdly, don't you know what the symbolism of the droopy pants is? In jailhouse symbiology, you are broadcasting that you are available for sex...and I don't mean the boy-girl kind. Since it's apparent that you're dressed like a moron to attract girls--they're pretty stupid too if they find billowing bloomers on a guy attractive--telling everyone that you are open for the business of sodomy is a little counterproductive, doncha think?
Lastly, it makes you look stupid, really stupid, as if you don't know how to buy clothes. Add the cap worn bill to the side and the gansta rap t-shirt...well, if I were an employer I'd fire you on the spot for being offensive to the general public.
I will, however, thank you. I have a son who is quite large and has found it difficult in the past to find affordable clothing, especially pants. Since you're buying the larger sizes, the manufacturers are producing more, thus the price is down and it's easier to find pants to fit him.
Hmmm, in that vein, how about beginning to wear attractive dresses in larger sizes? I could use some more available, cheaper clothing. Or how about dressing yourself entirely in organic produce? Law of supply and demand....
|Tuesday, February 6th, 2007|
Since robots don't listen to me
Dear Automated Telemarketers,
After months and months of calling my phone and leaving the same stupid messages, about debt-consolidation, satellite TV service, vacation deals, prizes I'v supposedly won, etc., I'd think you'd realize that I am NOT interested. But no, every time I go to check my voicemail messages, worried that I've missed some important client phone calls, I have 5 or 6 of your stupid messages. And when my home phone rings, about half the time I don't bother picking it up, because when I do, it's your stupid automated telemarketing messages!