I had fun at the reunion. The food was great. Seeing my family members was even more fun.
We left early so I could get up in the morning. I bought my first bag of firecrackers on the way home.
We decided to play with some of them. Frank is not afraid of firecrackers of all things. The smoke bombs were lit and thrown into the yard. Frank chases after them. We light the sparkly stick things, Frank wants one. A chicken was lit up. As is crackled and laid bright eggs, Frank tried to get it for us. Bad dog.
It's going to be an interesting fourth. I work that day until 9pm. Then when I get home, I will have to hide Frank inside so he won't chase anything he is not supposed to.
Monday, June 29, 2009
I Am Brilliant!!
After a couple days of being away from stress, I was stressed out yesterday. I know many people don't really care, but I need to air things out. That is what the blog is for. Sometimes.
Before I go to work, I am stressed out and want something intelligent to listen to. Nope. The news is full of stupid crap. The radio plays what everyone else is playing. I got the same drama that goes on, most of it anyway. Then I have my goofy boyfriend who keeps singing the same song over and over until I want to slap him. It's great to have funny stuff. I loosen up differently. I talk to the television. Which I have not done in a while.
I didn't get to sleep until late. We decided to get new locks for the house because Derek has vanished and still had the key. Then we got hungry so we had a late night snack. Before I go to work I go to the Human Bean and get me a coffee. These guys know who I am by now. So does Kyotos and the Tully's Coffee. I need to cut back on expenses. Anyways.
I make it to work. I put my things on the passenger side. I go to the passenger side to get my things. I do this because the parking is so tight even a compact car doesn't fit. Someone else comes into the parking spot right next to me. I was taking up space and everyone is on a schedule. So, I close my door and go to the other side. My things are still inside, only one problem, I locked the door. My coffee and muffin is inside. My purse and my keys and my phone are inside.
I don't have anyone that can open the door without breaking the window. The security guard can't get a hanger in through the top. I was seriously considering different employment about now. With the cell phone in the car, nobody can call me at work. Nobody, not even AAA. My guy is in Nampa, I don't remember his number. My mom is in Emmett and I only remember the land line. I don't know dad's number and he doesn't answer it anyway.
I call mom before I get on the phone. She called Paul. I went on my break and I am given a set of keys. I walk to my car, I rummaged through the set for the car key. It's not there. I go to the car. The doors are locked. My things moved from the passenger side to the floor on the drivers side. The car key, is beside the purse on the floor. I am fuming at this point. I am not going to be able to eat today and everyone is still far away. I may as well ask someone for a ride home.
I go to the phone. I only have a limited amount of time on my break. No time to mess with AAA and be late. I call mom and nobody is home and I have no other number to call. I don't get to call again until lunch time. Lunch time, I still have no access to food or my drink. Mom tells me that Paul brought the keys. Yeah, he did but the car key is not on the ring.
She gives me Paul's number. I call him and chew him out. The car key fell off the thing that I have it on. By the time anyone makes it, I am already back on the phone with no food in my belly. Granted, my associates were offering me assistance and money for food. How am I going to fit time into walking to Burger King and being by a phone to call people to come and help? The other thing to, I don't live in Boise anymore which makes it that much harder.
On my last break, my car key was at the security desk. I go get my things. I only have five minutes to eat half of my muffin and get back to work.
Yesterday went from an anxious day to a panicky day. I had the worst day ever.
Before I go to work, I am stressed out and want something intelligent to listen to. Nope. The news is full of stupid crap. The radio plays what everyone else is playing. I got the same drama that goes on, most of it anyway. Then I have my goofy boyfriend who keeps singing the same song over and over until I want to slap him. It's great to have funny stuff. I loosen up differently. I talk to the television. Which I have not done in a while.
I didn't get to sleep until late. We decided to get new locks for the house because Derek has vanished and still had the key. Then we got hungry so we had a late night snack. Before I go to work I go to the Human Bean and get me a coffee. These guys know who I am by now. So does Kyotos and the Tully's Coffee. I need to cut back on expenses. Anyways.
I make it to work. I put my things on the passenger side. I go to the passenger side to get my things. I do this because the parking is so tight even a compact car doesn't fit. Someone else comes into the parking spot right next to me. I was taking up space and everyone is on a schedule. So, I close my door and go to the other side. My things are still inside, only one problem, I locked the door. My coffee and muffin is inside. My purse and my keys and my phone are inside.
I don't have anyone that can open the door without breaking the window. The security guard can't get a hanger in through the top. I was seriously considering different employment about now. With the cell phone in the car, nobody can call me at work. Nobody, not even AAA. My guy is in Nampa, I don't remember his number. My mom is in Emmett and I only remember the land line. I don't know dad's number and he doesn't answer it anyway.
I call mom before I get on the phone. She called Paul. I went on my break and I am given a set of keys. I walk to my car, I rummaged through the set for the car key. It's not there. I go to the car. The doors are locked. My things moved from the passenger side to the floor on the drivers side. The car key, is beside the purse on the floor. I am fuming at this point. I am not going to be able to eat today and everyone is still far away. I may as well ask someone for a ride home.
I go to the phone. I only have a limited amount of time on my break. No time to mess with AAA and be late. I call mom and nobody is home and I have no other number to call. I don't get to call again until lunch time. Lunch time, I still have no access to food or my drink. Mom tells me that Paul brought the keys. Yeah, he did but the car key is not on the ring.
She gives me Paul's number. I call him and chew him out. The car key fell off the thing that I have it on. By the time anyone makes it, I am already back on the phone with no food in my belly. Granted, my associates were offering me assistance and money for food. How am I going to fit time into walking to Burger King and being by a phone to call people to come and help? The other thing to, I don't live in Boise anymore which makes it that much harder.
On my last break, my car key was at the security desk. I go get my things. I only have five minutes to eat half of my muffin and get back to work.
Yesterday went from an anxious day to a panicky day. I had the worst day ever.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Do you actually think I am stupid?
I am a little over experienced with scum. I have too much experience with liars. I have lived with them pretty much my whole life. I have had to live like it is a prison for a while.
My friend Terry stole. My brother stole. Morgan stole and committed much much more crime. Athena is back in prison and is a thief and a liar. When I lived at dad's house I had to have a lock on my door because my things were stolen all of the time.
I never did anything to deserve crap. I never stole and I don't lie. Why would I deserve to live like someone in the ghetto? I deserve to have a nice life without locks and storing all of my possessions in my room. Does my house look like a storage unit? No.
Then I went through a phase where I didn't really give a shit. I wanted to get away from the home. I moved in with a criminal named Ariel Gray. She had no job. Was living in a two bedroom apartment that her sister helped her pay for. She somehow spent $400 a day at Walmart. $400 on alcohol. I swear she was selling her body because she had a different guy for each time of the day. One day, she left me to watch a whole group of children. There was a teen in the group that kept on turning up the volume on the stereo. Next thing I know she was being evicted.
I didn't sign anything, thank God. I ended up living like a homeless person when she didn't have a job. My things were at four different houses. She had a place to sleep and take a shower. Ariel kept on saying how she was getting a home to rent downtown. The lady was a mother of a friend of hers. The mother hates Ariel with a passion. My mom and dad got together and helped my get my stuff and we put it into storage.
Then I lived in my own studio apartment for a year. I didn't want to live with anyone. I was sick of drama and I didn't feel like wasting the time or money to find a room mate to share a place with. The Liz talked me into taking over her room at Rob's house.
I said sure. I would be around people. I was there for three years. Many people moved in and out on a monthly basis. I lived with the same people three times. I put up with the neighbor kid. I tolerated Ryan barging in when he was drunk and even Antony when he dropped by. Then I was told I could have a dog. Then when I got Frank I was rudely in HUGE text that I could not. So, I bailed on Rob. I admit bailing on him. That's what you get for being a prick to me.
Then I got a house of my own. Apartments are running between $600 to $700. Why not get a house. For $100 more I could get something that is mine.
After one night of staying alone, I decided I needed someone to live with me. It is kinda creepy. Especially that creepy guy across the street. I know he was trying to stalk me.
The only person that responded to my ad was a teenager fresh from high school named Tonya. She worked at Walmart. She started to pay later and later. I told her she needs to start paying at the beginning of the month. She started to vanish for days. I looked for another room mate. Then Tonya went on a trip to stay with her boyfriend in Twin Falls.
I spoke with Leslie. Leslie told me that Tonya was fired from her job because she offended someone. I sent a message to Tonya's dad. Next thing I know I was being sent messages by the guy she was staying with. She had told her boyfriend that she had paid two months in advance. She did not pay rent two months in advance, I didn't even see rent for the month. He told me that money was being sent my way. I never saw money and I sent a message back, when is she going to pay rent.
He didn't know she was lieing to him. He called me. He told me that she was fired for petty theft at Walmart and that she stayed the night in jail. She was sponging off him and the people that he lived with. I finally spoke him into bringing the bitch back.
As soon as she was home, I asked her where the rent was. She was stupid enough to walk further into her lie. "I paid you two months in advance in October." I told her that she did not and told her when she had been paying her rent and the excuses that she had been making to pay later in the month. By law, you tell someone three days. I told her three days.
By now, the paranoia had set in. Leslie was lied to and she put a lock on the bedroom door. The prison session begins. I put a lock on my door. Tonya tried to move her things out while I was at work. The guy that she went to see in Twin Falls became the boyfriend that I have today. I really pissed her off, he stayed in my room.
Leslie has moved. Dan is starting to flake out. He has been with his ex wife off and on. My job is being viciously threatened by someone who needs her eyes to be clawed out. Paul has not paid any money since moving into my home in December. He has been doing house work and spending money on the house, I never asked him to. I put in another ad.
My whole world is feeling threatened people. I know if I lose my job, it's going to be very difficult to find another. I post on Craigs List, this list is going through a plague of computer scams. I post on Statesman, it is $25 a week. Nobody called me this time, period. It was a waste of $50.
I posted in the Nickel. Stupid me, I didn't put what town it was. At the end of the month, everyone from Boise was calling my ad. I put in another ad. Now with the Nickel, it is half the price of what the Stateman charges. Take that you money grubbing pigs.
This may shed some light onto how bad the economy is. Single parents called me to get a room. Someone who didn't have a job came to look and asked me if there was work in the area. Many many couples called me to rent the room. Some had children. I am thinking to myself, why don't I rent the whole house out and get the hell out of dodge? I figured it may be easier to be more open to couples who need a place to stay.
The recent couple, who I am already kicking out after less than a week, seemed fine. Great personality. One problem, Derek is on parole for fraudulent activity. I got a call within hours of giving them the key. I thought it was inconsiderate. Here is another person who thinks I have no clue what is going on. Then I was made a dog sitter. Then one morning, there are calls coming in on my land line. This is just a few days into this. I have seen this before at dad's house with the phone.
I call back and tell them to stop calling the land line. Problems galore. The guy called back. Vanessa is bi polar, has the same mentality as Athena, and oh yes, the guy that called was her father in law. Derek and Vanessa are dating. The previous residence was Derek's fathers house and his father used to make and deal drugs. Vanessa's husband is in prison.
The bullshit needed to stop. These people had no business moving into someone house. I am already having a hard time and these complete strangers need to make it worse?
Paul called Derek's parole officer and told him that some changes had to take place. Derek has been violating his parole, he didn't tell the officer where he was moving, he went camping, and he has not been at home when he was supposed to. I am not his babysitter. Derek also filled out an application that Paul gave him. Very vague answers. I don't remember my previous information is not good info. Derek asked me why I wanted him to leave.
I told him how inconsiderate he has been and that I am not comfortable with all the garbage that is going down. He will be moving out.
I am debating on if I will find another room mate or if I will give it a break for a little while. It all depends on if Dan will be leaving soon or not. In the mean time, I will find some different job.
No, I am not procrastinating. I have things I have to do. Anything that goes on in my home, I need to be here for it so nothing worse happens.
My friend Terry stole. My brother stole. Morgan stole and committed much much more crime. Athena is back in prison and is a thief and a liar. When I lived at dad's house I had to have a lock on my door because my things were stolen all of the time.
I never did anything to deserve crap. I never stole and I don't lie. Why would I deserve to live like someone in the ghetto? I deserve to have a nice life without locks and storing all of my possessions in my room. Does my house look like a storage unit? No.
Then I went through a phase where I didn't really give a shit. I wanted to get away from the home. I moved in with a criminal named Ariel Gray. She had no job. Was living in a two bedroom apartment that her sister helped her pay for. She somehow spent $400 a day at Walmart. $400 on alcohol. I swear she was selling her body because she had a different guy for each time of the day. One day, she left me to watch a whole group of children. There was a teen in the group that kept on turning up the volume on the stereo. Next thing I know she was being evicted.
I didn't sign anything, thank God. I ended up living like a homeless person when she didn't have a job. My things were at four different houses. She had a place to sleep and take a shower. Ariel kept on saying how she was getting a home to rent downtown. The lady was a mother of a friend of hers. The mother hates Ariel with a passion. My mom and dad got together and helped my get my stuff and we put it into storage.
Then I lived in my own studio apartment for a year. I didn't want to live with anyone. I was sick of drama and I didn't feel like wasting the time or money to find a room mate to share a place with. The Liz talked me into taking over her room at Rob's house.
I said sure. I would be around people. I was there for three years. Many people moved in and out on a monthly basis. I lived with the same people three times. I put up with the neighbor kid. I tolerated Ryan barging in when he was drunk and even Antony when he dropped by. Then I was told I could have a dog. Then when I got Frank I was rudely in HUGE text that I could not. So, I bailed on Rob. I admit bailing on him. That's what you get for being a prick to me.
Then I got a house of my own. Apartments are running between $600 to $700. Why not get a house. For $100 more I could get something that is mine.
After one night of staying alone, I decided I needed someone to live with me. It is kinda creepy. Especially that creepy guy across the street. I know he was trying to stalk me.
The only person that responded to my ad was a teenager fresh from high school named Tonya. She worked at Walmart. She started to pay later and later. I told her she needs to start paying at the beginning of the month. She started to vanish for days. I looked for another room mate. Then Tonya went on a trip to stay with her boyfriend in Twin Falls.
I spoke with Leslie. Leslie told me that Tonya was fired from her job because she offended someone. I sent a message to Tonya's dad. Next thing I know I was being sent messages by the guy she was staying with. She had told her boyfriend that she had paid two months in advance. She did not pay rent two months in advance, I didn't even see rent for the month. He told me that money was being sent my way. I never saw money and I sent a message back, when is she going to pay rent.
He didn't know she was lieing to him. He called me. He told me that she was fired for petty theft at Walmart and that she stayed the night in jail. She was sponging off him and the people that he lived with. I finally spoke him into bringing the bitch back.
As soon as she was home, I asked her where the rent was. She was stupid enough to walk further into her lie. "I paid you two months in advance in October." I told her that she did not and told her when she had been paying her rent and the excuses that she had been making to pay later in the month. By law, you tell someone three days. I told her three days.
By now, the paranoia had set in. Leslie was lied to and she put a lock on the bedroom door. The prison session begins. I put a lock on my door. Tonya tried to move her things out while I was at work. The guy that she went to see in Twin Falls became the boyfriend that I have today. I really pissed her off, he stayed in my room.
Leslie has moved. Dan is starting to flake out. He has been with his ex wife off and on. My job is being viciously threatened by someone who needs her eyes to be clawed out. Paul has not paid any money since moving into my home in December. He has been doing house work and spending money on the house, I never asked him to. I put in another ad.
My whole world is feeling threatened people. I know if I lose my job, it's going to be very difficult to find another. I post on Craigs List, this list is going through a plague of computer scams. I post on Statesman, it is $25 a week. Nobody called me this time, period. It was a waste of $50.
I posted in the Nickel. Stupid me, I didn't put what town it was. At the end of the month, everyone from Boise was calling my ad. I put in another ad. Now with the Nickel, it is half the price of what the Stateman charges. Take that you money grubbing pigs.
This may shed some light onto how bad the economy is. Single parents called me to get a room. Someone who didn't have a job came to look and asked me if there was work in the area. Many many couples called me to rent the room. Some had children. I am thinking to myself, why don't I rent the whole house out and get the hell out of dodge? I figured it may be easier to be more open to couples who need a place to stay.
The recent couple, who I am already kicking out after less than a week, seemed fine. Great personality. One problem, Derek is on parole for fraudulent activity. I got a call within hours of giving them the key. I thought it was inconsiderate. Here is another person who thinks I have no clue what is going on. Then I was made a dog sitter. Then one morning, there are calls coming in on my land line. This is just a few days into this. I have seen this before at dad's house with the phone.
I call back and tell them to stop calling the land line. Problems galore. The guy called back. Vanessa is bi polar, has the same mentality as Athena, and oh yes, the guy that called was her father in law. Derek and Vanessa are dating. The previous residence was Derek's fathers house and his father used to make and deal drugs. Vanessa's husband is in prison.
The bullshit needed to stop. These people had no business moving into someone house. I am already having a hard time and these complete strangers need to make it worse?
Paul called Derek's parole officer and told him that some changes had to take place. Derek has been violating his parole, he didn't tell the officer where he was moving, he went camping, and he has not been at home when he was supposed to. I am not his babysitter. Derek also filled out an application that Paul gave him. Very vague answers. I don't remember my previous information is not good info. Derek asked me why I wanted him to leave.
I told him how inconsiderate he has been and that I am not comfortable with all the garbage that is going down. He will be moving out.
I am debating on if I will find another room mate or if I will give it a break for a little while. It all depends on if Dan will be leaving soon or not. In the mean time, I will find some different job.
No, I am not procrastinating. I have things I have to do. Anything that goes on in my home, I need to be here for it so nothing worse happens.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Everio G
I have went through many phases of owning an Everio G. It is really cool because you don't need to buy cartridges. It's stupid because you have to buy batteries from JVC, accessories are hard to come by like the DVD burner, and you have to keep buying software for it.
The camera works great. Getting it to a DVD is a pain. I got the share station. You can edit movies and burn them from the camera to the share station. You cannot put the cool stuff into the movie on the camera.
My software expired within months of getting the share station. I went and got another movie making software and it worked maybe a couple of times. Which was great, I got to make some movie gifts for the family.
For the past few days it was making me send error reports. My computer has been doing that lately. I knew it was not the computer. The burner has worked before. I asked questions on every site I could think of. I got no response. I tried Twitter, Facebook, and even Yahoo Answers. Nothing.
I went to the JVC website and I sent them a question. I asked them if there was something out there that would work instead. I have yet to hear from them. I removed and reinstalled all of the software. I finally hit the upgrade key. I looked for free downloads. I found patches. Patches fix stuff. I found a few for the Power Producer 5. I downloaded a patch for error messages.
Last night I burned a movie and was successful. I guess it helps with experience of digging around. I should become a journalist.
The camera works great. Getting it to a DVD is a pain. I got the share station. You can edit movies and burn them from the camera to the share station. You cannot put the cool stuff into the movie on the camera.
My software expired within months of getting the share station. I went and got another movie making software and it worked maybe a couple of times. Which was great, I got to make some movie gifts for the family.
For the past few days it was making me send error reports. My computer has been doing that lately. I knew it was not the computer. The burner has worked before. I asked questions on every site I could think of. I got no response. I tried Twitter, Facebook, and even Yahoo Answers. Nothing.
I went to the JVC website and I sent them a question. I asked them if there was something out there that would work instead. I have yet to hear from them. I removed and reinstalled all of the software. I finally hit the upgrade key. I looked for free downloads. I found patches. Patches fix stuff. I found a few for the Power Producer 5. I downloaded a patch for error messages.
Last night I burned a movie and was successful. I guess it helps with experience of digging around. I should become a journalist.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Happy Fathers Day
Friday was a free day for me. Instead of going to work to report my supervisors poor, condescending behaviour, I had dad over for dinner.
Then I remembered I wanted to catch the cherry festival. I have some cherries growing in my tree by the way. I'm pretty excited. A bunch of colorful stuff growing around the house.
We made it just in time for the two second parade. It gets shorter every year. I liked the recreational district thing. It was just two girls walking by with a banner. They were a little fat. Which says quite a bit about the recreation.
We went walking around the booths. We ran into one booth where there were these pretty bead necklaces. There sat Amy. She didn't recognize me until I came back for a second visit. Then we watched this cool Scottish thing. There was Jessie.
Even after a little break, I am still full of anxiety. I have to be ready to fight and look like it. My dukes are up.
I got a new room mate. These days the only people that are calling are people from Boise, old couples, single moms, young couples, and perhaps a huge portion of them are criminals. They are a dime a dozen. I think we should keep criminals locked away for good. They are screwing up the economy more than it already is. Get a life you idiots!
The guy we have living here has only been here for less than a week and is already a pain in my ass and getting kicked out. Within a few hours of giving him a key Rent A Center was giving me a call. I was put down as a reference by this chomo. He lied to me about where he worked. He told Paul he worked for a temp agency. He was also rummaging through my house and found Logan's cat nip. He tripped out and said he found marijuana. I told Paul he should have told him to roll a joint and smoke it.
He had permission to bring his dog over. It is a lab puppy. The dog is pretty cool, she can fetch. She only kills toys. The guy has already worn out his welcome here. He just up and left his dog and went camping. I had already mentioned I was done dog sitting.
I am really nervous about making him leave. I looked him up online. I don't know which Derek it is, many of the crimes listed make me uneasy. This ass wipe thinks this is ghettoville and he has another thing coming. I am not white trash and I am not some old woman to take advantage of.
Is there anyone decent out there anymore??? And is there a gang of bikers that I can have come scare the bajesus out of this prick?
Then I remembered I wanted to catch the cherry festival. I have some cherries growing in my tree by the way. I'm pretty excited. A bunch of colorful stuff growing around the house.
We made it just in time for the two second parade. It gets shorter every year. I liked the recreational district thing. It was just two girls walking by with a banner. They were a little fat. Which says quite a bit about the recreation.
We went walking around the booths. We ran into one booth where there were these pretty bead necklaces. There sat Amy. She didn't recognize me until I came back for a second visit. Then we watched this cool Scottish thing. There was Jessie.
Even after a little break, I am still full of anxiety. I have to be ready to fight and look like it. My dukes are up.
I got a new room mate. These days the only people that are calling are people from Boise, old couples, single moms, young couples, and perhaps a huge portion of them are criminals. They are a dime a dozen. I think we should keep criminals locked away for good. They are screwing up the economy more than it already is. Get a life you idiots!
The guy we have living here has only been here for less than a week and is already a pain in my ass and getting kicked out. Within a few hours of giving him a key Rent A Center was giving me a call. I was put down as a reference by this chomo. He lied to me about where he worked. He told Paul he worked for a temp agency. He was also rummaging through my house and found Logan's cat nip. He tripped out and said he found marijuana. I told Paul he should have told him to roll a joint and smoke it.
He had permission to bring his dog over. It is a lab puppy. The dog is pretty cool, she can fetch. She only kills toys. The guy has already worn out his welcome here. He just up and left his dog and went camping. I had already mentioned I was done dog sitting.
I am really nervous about making him leave. I looked him up online. I don't know which Derek it is, many of the crimes listed make me uneasy. This ass wipe thinks this is ghettoville and he has another thing coming. I am not white trash and I am not some old woman to take advantage of.
Is there anyone decent out there anymore??? And is there a gang of bikers that I can have come scare the bajesus out of this prick?
Friday, June 19, 2009
To Better Customer Service
Going to Walmart is a pain in the rear. You always have to go clear to another store to get what you want. When you need a customer service associate, it is like pulling teeth.
Seriously, you have to walk for miles and miles to find someone that is willing to help. I did say willing. Have you noticed when you walk through the door, you don't even get a welcome?
I have been trying to make it a habit to stop going, but I do many things there. The store is right around the corner from where I live. The one on the other side of town doesn't do jack.
I go shopping there today. There is no price tag by the item that I want. I look and look for a price scan. I find an associate. He scans it for me. He told me that they removed all of the price scanners, you have to go to an associate or a register.
Isn't that nice? The shopping experience has become even more inconvenient.
Seriously, you have to walk for miles and miles to find someone that is willing to help. I did say willing. Have you noticed when you walk through the door, you don't even get a welcome?
I have been trying to make it a habit to stop going, but I do many things there. The store is right around the corner from where I live. The one on the other side of town doesn't do jack.
I go shopping there today. There is no price tag by the item that I want. I look and look for a price scan. I find an associate. He scans it for me. He told me that they removed all of the price scanners, you have to go to an associate or a register.
Isn't that nice? The shopping experience has become even more inconvenient.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Lucky Man
Paul and I decided to take a little trip to get some lunch. We were off to Boise to get a sandwich from Cobby's. I normally take the I-84 to get places.
As we reach the exit to Cole, a blue car starts to drive off the road a little. I am trying to figure out what on earth the person was doing. Then the car continues to go off the side of the road. Keeps going and going. I am thinking maybe this person is having a seizure or something. I figured he was going to flip the car. He hits the side of the concrete wall and the car goes back toward traffic and then stops at the side.
I slow down as do some of the other traffic. I stop in back of him and call the police. The driver of the car comes back to where we are. Poor guy is dazed. The incident response arrives and then the trooper.
The trooper takes a statement. Jokes about checking for weed in my car (my sticker says it's 4:20 somewhere). The guys push the car further from the road. I give the guy a ride to his home so he can get everything taken care of.
From what I understand, the guy had blown a tire. The tire was a problem that was supposed to be fixed by a mechanic in the first place.
As we reach the exit to Cole, a blue car starts to drive off the road a little. I am trying to figure out what on earth the person was doing. Then the car continues to go off the side of the road. Keeps going and going. I am thinking maybe this person is having a seizure or something. I figured he was going to flip the car. He hits the side of the concrete wall and the car goes back toward traffic and then stops at the side.
I slow down as do some of the other traffic. I stop in back of him and call the police. The driver of the car comes back to where we are. Poor guy is dazed. The incident response arrives and then the trooper.
The trooper takes a statement. Jokes about checking for weed in my car (my sticker says it's 4:20 somewhere). The guys push the car further from the road. I give the guy a ride to his home so he can get everything taken care of.
From what I understand, the guy had blown a tire. The tire was a problem that was supposed to be fixed by a mechanic in the first place.
To Pendleton and Back
I had a nice time going to Pendleton. The wedding was lovely. She had all the same ideas I did. Except for one, I am keeping that to myself so nobody will take it. :)
I have not seen any of my cousins in a really long time. I don't think I have been up that way since the trip to Seattle with dad. I don't think I have seen Brandon since he was a little whipper snapper. I even saw Aunt Dee's daughter Tara. I cant remember the last time I saw her. It feels like I have seen her last when she was a teenager.
I remember when we visited Uncle Tim. Justin and I would chill in her room. She had Christmas lights lined along the walls. She was always thrilled with this one video on MTV.
I liked the hotel. I never seen a casino before. We stayed at the Wild Horse hotel with all of these Native American decorations. The casino is nothing but a bunch of slot machines, keno, poker, and bingo. There was even a pool. Never been to a hotel with a pool either.
I realized how out of shape I was. The pool wasn't that big. When I took a dip, I was out of breath. I need to find a place where I can go swimming I could get in shape if I did that.
We attempted to make it to the underground tour but it would have been too late to get that done. We went to the museum. I checked out a place called the Kitten's Den, there wasn't much in the den. I wanted to visit the cultural museum thing. Never made it to that either.
The trip wasn't long enough. We had to leave during the beginning of the reception. I felt kind of bad, but I had a long way to get home. Had to make it to dad's house, move luggage to my car, and then drive to Nampa.
The drive home was interesting. There was rain, snow, and hail. I was getting worried because dad kept on going as fast as 85 miles per hour. I didn't get to sleep until around midnight. I had to be to work by 9 am. I was so tired my eyes started to hurt. I stayed though. Work was pretty good to me yesterday,
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
She is a Human Being!
I have known Shykia since she was born. She is one of the smartest and sweetest kids. I am surprised that she has not ran away and started living elsewhere on her own. Wouldn't you if Athena was your mother?
As you know, her kids got taken away for the second time. Athena is quickly going down this dark path. Within a month she got two DUI's. She is not doing anything to get her kids back. She is getting further into debt and again she does not have a car. Again, she keeps the lies going. I don't know if she thinks everyone is gullible. Dad says he is not, yet again.
When Shykia was born, she had cataracts. Athena had problems with helping take care of that. She never enforced wearing glasses or eye patches. The first time she was in a foster home, the foster parents took care of her. She was wearing glasses and her eye patches. Then Shykia was back in Athena's care.
Athena told dad that a doctor told her that Shykia did not need her glasses anymore or the patches. What dad was told recently, Shykia was supposed to be wearing those still. My heart dropped when he said that her eye is permanently damaged. The doctor may never be able to repair the damage that was done. Shykia will have something to blame on her mom. Athena may be getting felony child endangerment.
Why would you do that to your kids? If your not going to be responsible you shouldn't have tried to get them back in the first place. The kids are not pets and they are certainly not objects that can be super glued back together again.
As you know, her kids got taken away for the second time. Athena is quickly going down this dark path. Within a month she got two DUI's. She is not doing anything to get her kids back. She is getting further into debt and again she does not have a car. Again, she keeps the lies going. I don't know if she thinks everyone is gullible. Dad says he is not, yet again.
When Shykia was born, she had cataracts. Athena had problems with helping take care of that. She never enforced wearing glasses or eye patches. The first time she was in a foster home, the foster parents took care of her. She was wearing glasses and her eye patches. Then Shykia was back in Athena's care.
Athena told dad that a doctor told her that Shykia did not need her glasses anymore or the patches. What dad was told recently, Shykia was supposed to be wearing those still. My heart dropped when he said that her eye is permanently damaged. The doctor may never be able to repair the damage that was done. Shykia will have something to blame on her mom. Athena may be getting felony child endangerment.
Why would you do that to your kids? If your not going to be responsible you shouldn't have tried to get them back in the first place. The kids are not pets and they are certainly not objects that can be super glued back together again.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Allied Waste II
These people are scum and I want a different company to pick up my trash. Allied Waste has crappy service and are very lazy and have the tendency to lie.
Monday night, I put out my garbage. Tuesday is garbage day. I was home all day Tuesday and heard garbage cans in the neighborhood. About 7 pm, I go and grab my garbage can. This was the same time that Paul was home. The garbage can was full and it was too late to call them.
I have to go to work the next day. I call them. "When is garbage day?" Keep in mind, this about the fifth time that I have called with this problem and the fifth time I had to go through bull and the run around. The lady stated Tuesday.
I told her that the garbage was not picked up again and if they don't start doing their work I will take my garbage and dump it on their property. She talks over me and starts to yell if I keep yelling that she will not be able to help me. During her RUDE interruption I spoke over her and told her that this problem is not stopping. The bitch snipped, "Good-bye!" and hung up on me.
I attempted to call back many times and this cunt kept on hanging up the phone on me. I called on my land line and she transferred me to a supervisor named Linda who was supposedly in a meeting. (This fact gets interesting here in a little bit)
I called from my land line and I got to talk to a guy. He went ahead and took down information and sent out another trash guy to come dump the garbage can. I told him the other person needs an attitude adjustment and needs to be reported.
At this point, I was ready to skip work and come and complain in person. It is stupid to treat a customer like this when the address is in the phone book.
Today, I get a call back from a manager. I have spoken with this individual before and from the conversation today I am believing that nobody at Allied Waste is in the correct occupation. The last time I spoke with this guy, he tried to play mental games and lie. Very interesting individual.
This morning, I get a call and I answer. The moment I pick up the caller hangs up the phone. I call the number back, hey stupid your number is on the caller I.D. Enid answers and is really snotty. She also told me that there was no supervisor named Linda. "Uh, who called you??" Well, your number and if Allied Waste continued to harass me I will call the police for prank phone calls. Before I knew it, she up and transfers me to the snide supervisor of Allied Waste.
He proceeded to tell me he kept going straight to my voicemail. He also mentioned that he tried reaching my land line. My land line does not have a voice mail and the moment the cell phone rang was the moment I answered. Nothing is malfunctioning on my phone. He also told me he kept on reaching a Joan King. Well, nobody else by that name has had that phone number and my name has been on the account for the past year.
I told him that I did not appreciate the way I was being treated and I am going to take my business elsewhere. Condescendingly, "How am I treating you?" Well, he was lieing to me and playing games. I pay my money to put up with this shit every other month??
I told him that I have been putting my garbage into the correct garbage can. I know how snooty they get about the garbage cans. Who would of thunk that collecting garbage was a high class job. I tell him my garbage cans go outside the night before. I saw no garbage trucks.
This is what he said, " Perhaps you thought you saw the recycle truck. Maybe you assumed that the recycle truck was the garbage truck."
I cut him off, " You are making assumptions about what I saw again, sir. There were no trucks that came down the alley to get my garbage. Garbage day is on Tuesday, my garbage was out on Tuesday."
He realized that he had spoken with me before. Before he could remind me of something I was already doing, I told him everything was where it needed to be. He got snobby and said how gross the last time was. Really? Then he clearly is not in the right occupation. Garbage is gross? Really??
Then he asked if anyone had come to get my garbage. Yeah, after I complained on Wednesday. He told me that he would check with the guys and come to where my garbage can "is" and see if there is anything wrong. He must think I am stupid. I stopped him before he got off the phone. Because, I put my garbage can away after garbage day, okay? The last time he did this, he came out AFTER I put my garbage can away and he made an instant assumption that I was not putting my can outside in the alley. I told him that once again so he wouldn't play that pointless card again. He is a scumbag, I will not tolerate him pulling the same crap as before.
He tried to make it look like they were the victim. He told me about what times they come out. Well, I put my garbage out the night before. I came out to get my garbage can in the evening Tuesday after 6pm. I was outside until 7pm. No trucks. My garbage can is still full and I have a witness to prove it.
This guy has an excuse for everything. The last time, the garbage can was too heavy and that was the only time I saw a note and this was the same can that I was told that could not be used after the fact. The previous excuse was that certain types of garbage cans can be used. The excuse this time, drum roll please...the guys get too hot. Ummmm, yeah, this has been going on since last summer and I never heard that last time. Clearly, the garbage guys are doing the wrong job. The lady that answered the phone and treated me like crap needs to be demoted to the position of a trash lady.
Monday night, I put out my garbage. Tuesday is garbage day. I was home all day Tuesday and heard garbage cans in the neighborhood. About 7 pm, I go and grab my garbage can. This was the same time that Paul was home. The garbage can was full and it was too late to call them.
I have to go to work the next day. I call them. "When is garbage day?" Keep in mind, this about the fifth time that I have called with this problem and the fifth time I had to go through bull and the run around. The lady stated Tuesday.
I told her that the garbage was not picked up again and if they don't start doing their work I will take my garbage and dump it on their property. She talks over me and starts to yell if I keep yelling that she will not be able to help me. During her RUDE interruption I spoke over her and told her that this problem is not stopping. The bitch snipped, "Good-bye!" and hung up on me.
I attempted to call back many times and this cunt kept on hanging up the phone on me. I called on my land line and she transferred me to a supervisor named Linda who was supposedly in a meeting. (This fact gets interesting here in a little bit)
I called from my land line and I got to talk to a guy. He went ahead and took down information and sent out another trash guy to come dump the garbage can. I told him the other person needs an attitude adjustment and needs to be reported.
At this point, I was ready to skip work and come and complain in person. It is stupid to treat a customer like this when the address is in the phone book.
Today, I get a call back from a manager. I have spoken with this individual before and from the conversation today I am believing that nobody at Allied Waste is in the correct occupation. The last time I spoke with this guy, he tried to play mental games and lie. Very interesting individual.
This morning, I get a call and I answer. The moment I pick up the caller hangs up the phone. I call the number back, hey stupid your number is on the caller I.D. Enid answers and is really snotty. She also told me that there was no supervisor named Linda. "Uh, who called you??" Well, your number and if Allied Waste continued to harass me I will call the police for prank phone calls. Before I knew it, she up and transfers me to the snide supervisor of Allied Waste.
He proceeded to tell me he kept going straight to my voicemail. He also mentioned that he tried reaching my land line. My land line does not have a voice mail and the moment the cell phone rang was the moment I answered. Nothing is malfunctioning on my phone. He also told me he kept on reaching a Joan King. Well, nobody else by that name has had that phone number and my name has been on the account for the past year.
I told him that I did not appreciate the way I was being treated and I am going to take my business elsewhere. Condescendingly, "How am I treating you?" Well, he was lieing to me and playing games. I pay my money to put up with this shit every other month??
I told him that I have been putting my garbage into the correct garbage can. I know how snooty they get about the garbage cans. Who would of thunk that collecting garbage was a high class job. I tell him my garbage cans go outside the night before. I saw no garbage trucks.
This is what he said, " Perhaps you thought you saw the recycle truck. Maybe you assumed that the recycle truck was the garbage truck."
I cut him off, " You are making assumptions about what I saw again, sir. There were no trucks that came down the alley to get my garbage. Garbage day is on Tuesday, my garbage was out on Tuesday."
He realized that he had spoken with me before. Before he could remind me of something I was already doing, I told him everything was where it needed to be. He got snobby and said how gross the last time was. Really? Then he clearly is not in the right occupation. Garbage is gross? Really??
Then he asked if anyone had come to get my garbage. Yeah, after I complained on Wednesday. He told me that he would check with the guys and come to where my garbage can "is" and see if there is anything wrong. He must think I am stupid. I stopped him before he got off the phone. Because, I put my garbage can away after garbage day, okay? The last time he did this, he came out AFTER I put my garbage can away and he made an instant assumption that I was not putting my can outside in the alley. I told him that once again so he wouldn't play that pointless card again. He is a scumbag, I will not tolerate him pulling the same crap as before.
He tried to make it look like they were the victim. He told me about what times they come out. Well, I put my garbage out the night before. I came out to get my garbage can in the evening Tuesday after 6pm. I was outside until 7pm. No trucks. My garbage can is still full and I have a witness to prove it.
This guy has an excuse for everything. The last time, the garbage can was too heavy and that was the only time I saw a note and this was the same can that I was told that could not be used after the fact. The previous excuse was that certain types of garbage cans can be used. The excuse this time, drum roll please...the guys get too hot. Ummmm, yeah, this has been going on since last summer and I never heard that last time. Clearly, the garbage guys are doing the wrong job. The lady that answered the phone and treated me like crap needs to be demoted to the position of a trash lady.
Monday, June 1, 2009
He got a job
Paul has been a sad puppy. He was without a job since I met him back in December. He has went through a bunch of bull crap. There was a doctor notice involved where there was a traveling doctor and he was told not to worry about it. He was denied unemployment. He was denied food stamps.
He did have a quest card. Then they took it away. This wasn't the first time it happened. The reason why they have taken it is because he was not taking employment classes. Well, he couldn't. He had to go to the hospital and he has been recovering. It seems like Health and Welfare don't have their priorities straight. They would rather have his daughter be with someone irresponsible but that is another story.
The more he looked the more sad he got. You send in an application and nobody responds. You take a personality test and you can't get by it. None of the answers are correct. Even if you lie, your not qualified. I know this, I applied for Walmart several times and for some reason I am high risk? Excuse me, I do believe that I have seen child molesters and low lives working there. I'm not saying all of them are but a huge majority are scum.
I think Walmart has some issues anyway. Any of the departments you go to you have to go on a long journey to get someone to help you. Christmas season, there is NOBODY to help you. I think they enjoy seeing long long long lines at the cash registers. I think they do it to feel good. Not really busy, why don't we just make one register open to make us look like we are getting business. It's kind of like when Hastings made their store look bigger to show off how limited the selection is.
So, Paul finally landed himself a couple of positions. They were offered to him after his emergency. One was for landscaping and the other was for the government walking the fields. I think his landscaping job may be temporary because the job for the government doesn't start until July. We won't see each other too often but I'm happy he finally gets to work.
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