***WARNING***I’m in a foul mood and much swearing will be happening.
Today hasn’t been a great day. I really don’t want to unload it’s messiness onto you - but at this point I feel like it just keeps bubbling up to the surface and I need to let it go.
To the Ladies behind me on the escalator:
When you are talking about how it’s so great to be working, because you don’t have to work, so it’s great to make the choice to work full time and not have to be at home all day - I would prefer it if you just shut the fuck up. Not everyone has the luxury of making that “choice” and we don’t want to hear you gushing about how awesome it is.
To the Place I have been waiting 3 months for my friggin product:
Next time you are behind on getting orders out, have some fucky courtesy and give me the heads up before I end up getting frustrated and contacting you and asking what the hell is going on. Then, after you promise to get said product out - don’t act like a total douche-bag and send it improperly and then have the nerve to email me and tell me that you have been given a notice that you will have to pay to have the package sent back to you and then send it out to me again. At this point, almost three months after my initial order - let’s just say I don’t give a fuck what you have to do. Then when you told me that you were going to resend the product (before the notice) right away so I would have it as soon as possible and then tell me that it will go out at the end of the week (a week AFTER you first said you were sending it out) I think I might just tell you to go fuck yourself and give me back my money.
To the Person who Claims I’m at Fault:
When you advertise a service on your website and take payment for it, don’t be surprised when I email you 5 weeks later asking what the deal is (because I hadn’t heard anything from you yet beyond the “thanks for your money” email) and I’m a little bit frustrated that the service you claimed to offer isn’t the service I thought I was going to get. When I then ask for my money back, don’t be a little bitch and tell me that it was no fault for not “understanding” and just suck it up. Cause guess what - the dozens of people that I have recommended to you are going to hear about it and it’s not going to be pretty.
To the Computer that sits on my desk at work:
Stop fucking telling me that my virual memory is low. I don’t care.
To my Boss that keeps coming into work sick:
Stop spreading your fucking gross kid germs to me. I can feel myself starting to get sick and I blame you completely.
Blarg.