Twelve counts of journal neglect

M has returned to her home that is here, and this makes me excessively happy. We been doin’ stuffs and it is delightful upon me ^__^ Yesterday we went to Jun-chan (which is not as good as Tako) and then watched almost half of Cowboy Bebop. It irritated my mom, but whatever. We wanted to go see TMNT, which, sadly, she has not seen, but it’s gone from the regular theaters and hasn’t yet arrived at the cheap theater. In other words, it’s not playing anywhere in town mou. Well, at least there are so many movies coming out this month that we shall see ^__^

I have been sick lately. It’s pretty well the same thing I recovered from, like, a month and a half ago, though it hasn’t gotten quite as bad as it did then and it’s lasting longer now. I think I gave it to Gregoreee back then and then he gave it back. And I think I’ve become addicted to this worthless cold medicine. I get all dizzy when I don’t take it regularly. At least thereby I know it does have some effect upon me XD

I’ve been considering putting up some more original stories. I have three that I could start posting; I wasn’t planning on putting any of them up because I wanted to get them finished first… but I am so undisciplined, I hardly work on stories that aren’t on my website… if they were on the site, I would force myself to work on them in the update order and they might actually get finished one of these decades. On the other hand, posting more shit that gets largely if not completely ignored is not the most glittering idea. We shall see.

Work notes… somebody called the hourglass an “hour dish.” Another guy (ESL) said when it appeared, “I see the sign… what sign is this…” And I freaking wish I had a penny for every time I ask a customer, “What type of phone do you have?” and they reply, “Virgin Mobile.” Good thing you’re calling Virgin Mobile customer service, then, isn’t it, retard?

My cat is so soft and round. Today she was standing in the bathroom, and for some reason she shook her head vigorously. It caused her front paws to slide apart. It was deathly adorable. Right now she is sitting here on my table an inch from my hand watching me type wis her ears threatening to go back in annoyance. I dunno how she can be so cute.

OK, I’ma stop writing this entry now and be productive.

18 Replies to “Twelve counts of journal neglect”

  1. “What type of phone do you have?” and they reply, “Virgin Mobile.” Good thing you’re calling Virgin Mobile customer service, then, isn’t it, retard?
    HAHAHAHA. My favorite is, “Who is your carrier?” & they say, “Nokia.” Or when they ask me about a charger to their phone, and I ask them a model or manufacturer, and they tell me it’s Sprint or Virgin Mobile or something. *strangles customer* And they get pissed when I tell them the difference O_O

    BTW, your icon, it means something along the lines of “deep waters are not quiet,” in German, right? My German is broken, but I think I have that right. I kinda grew up listening to the older folks in my family speaking it, but never became fluent…

    1. Yeah, customers. Synonymous wis “idiots.” I am even an idiot the moment I become a customer.

      Yeth, you got it. It’s from a Rammstein song; I thought it was appropriate for Aoshi/Soujirou ^__^

      1. Agreed…y’ know, now that I’m in retail, I try to be as nice as possible with others in the business, now LOL. I believe in Karma, and it can be a bitch.

        I KNEW it sounded familiar — I like teh Rammstein, too ^^ It is appropriate ♥

      1. Yes, but in much more detail. We ask what kind of plan they have, what sort of services they use, what sort of services they would like to use, how they like the customer service, whether or not they use the website; basic survey questions, all of them. Then… we ask a bunch of targeted marketing questions during which I can barely keep a straight face. “Do you like to stand out in a crowd?” we might ask, or maybe “Do you like to do unconventional things?”. It’s especially weird when I have to ask these to someone who is clearly over the age of 30.

        1. Yeah, it kinda sucks that our target age group seems to be able to solve their own problems, and the people to whom our products aren’t so much aimed have to call and bitch me out because Simone is informal.

          Anyway, that’s cool. I feel so well-understood today XD XD

          1. That is sad. Once that happened to me while I was eating at the Morris Center, but it was not my fault. The stoopid dood serving put like, a cup of jerk sauce on my food, and it was spicier than the stuff mum makes. Wasting food makes me want to cry.

            1. Me too. If Lester were aboot, I could make him eat it for me. He likes spicies. On the other hand, I am still le sick and wouldn’t want to contage him.

              I will probably walk to McDonald’s or Taco Bell at some point because I am too discouraged to make more chiccen wis a different kind of sauce.

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