A Bridgeton man accused of striking and killing an 81-year-old South Jersey man while fleeing from police in a stolen paramedic vehicle has filed a lawsuit against police.Oh, no, there was nothing wrong with him running from the police in a stolen vehicle and....you know what? I cannot even respond to this. Surely it must be a joke.
In a lawsuit filed in federal court Friday, Michael Jones, 46, claims officers from the Vineland Police Department were negligent in chasing him at speeds near 100 mph."Their negligence caused me to have an accident, kill someone and hurt myself as well," Jones stated in a lawsuit filed from Cumberland County prison. "This incident could have been avoided."
In the lawsuit, Jones states he is seeking $1.25 million in damages to cover his medical expenses and upcoming legal fees. (from the Courier-Post)
Jones was charged with felony murder and eluding police after allegedly striking and killing Alfred Costantino of Vineland on March 30 in a paramedic vehicle stolen in Franklinville. Jones allegedly drove the Dodge Durango to Vineland, where police spotted him and started a pursuit. Police say they broke off the pursuit shortly before the collision.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
The WTF Of The Day
THIS:
Sunday, June 20, 2010
What Else Can Go Wrong?
It seems like every year, I have a new problem to add to my list. Seems like bulimia is next.
I was doing good for a while. Then, for the past couple weeks, I have resorted to once or twice a week. I came home Friday night and did it. I just did it an hour ago. And I am furious and disgusted at myself. I wish I could bitch slap myself across the face.
What am I gaining out of it? Destroying my teeth? Worsening my self-esteem issues, which before even starting this crap, I didn't think could get any worse than they already are? Fucking up everything in my body? No wonder I can't go to the bathroom and my period isn't coming regularly. I have always believed I will die of cancer from somewhere in the digestive system one day. If I keep this up, I will for sure.
The worst part of all this? Destroying my teeth bothers me more than any of the above mentioned. Sure, cancer of the digestive organs is scary, but considering death has priority over many things in life, I can't even say this upsets me too much.
I was listening to Soul Asylum's "Runaway Train" earlier and listening to this line earlier felt like a punch to the gut:
The world of psychiatry can pat themselves on the back and talk of how far the field of mental health care has come since the barbaric days of locking people up for stupid reasons like being gay or whatever and the days of insulin shock therapy and lobotomies with ice picks, but I don't think it has come far at all. It may have changed, but that does not mean it is any better! Change is not always a good thing, for cripes sake. Look at Band-Aids. Everyone had to go and change them to make them less "ouchie" when being ripped off because God forbid should the almighty child feel some frigging pain. Children cannot get hurt or feel pain nowadays, mind you. They are absolutely not allowed to trip and fall and scrape their knees or bang a shin or elbow or anything.
Nowadays, all the field of psychiatry is about making money. Psychiatrists make more money the less they keep you in the office. How is the med doing, alrighty then, come back in next week provided your annual limit of 20 visits isn't up and here is a prescription for this med and this med and this med, now go about your merry way and make sure you pay the receptionist your co-pay, which will generally run about five times your normal specialist co-pay rate.
I have been through this topic so many frigging times and the amount of anger I feel towards the field of psychiatry every time I discuss it intensifies.
I read an article last year about one of our local state hospitals and it was just awful what goes on in there. Just knowing what STILL continues to go on in state hospitals in this day and age ALONE is enough proof that mental ill care is still just as bad as it was in the early to mid 20th century. It's barbaric. Nasty staff, sexual assault on patients, violence. The place I was in was an oh-la-la private hospital and the staff was nasty enough. I can only imagine what the staff in a state run facility is like. Probably the 3-11 shift at the place I was in amplified. Oh man, that was a nasty bunch of nurses and psych techs. Funny thing is, the entire adult ward had trouble with that shift, so a few days before I was released, we all filed grievences against the entire 3-11 shift. A few weeks later, I was looking in one of my sister's nursing magazines and there was an ad for that hellhole, hiring for- surprise- the 3 to 11 shift. Our complaints must have been successful.
I was watching a show one night on the treatment of the mentally ill and was informed that the largest psychiatric hospital is a fucking prison. Not figuratively. Literally.
Why can I not find even one thing to give me a reason to want to stay on this earth?
I was doing good for a while. Then, for the past couple weeks, I have resorted to once or twice a week. I came home Friday night and did it. I just did it an hour ago. And I am furious and disgusted at myself. I wish I could bitch slap myself across the face.
What am I gaining out of it? Destroying my teeth? Worsening my self-esteem issues, which before even starting this crap, I didn't think could get any worse than they already are? Fucking up everything in my body? No wonder I can't go to the bathroom and my period isn't coming regularly. I have always believed I will die of cancer from somewhere in the digestive system one day. If I keep this up, I will for sure.
The worst part of all this? Destroying my teeth bothers me more than any of the above mentioned. Sure, cancer of the digestive organs is scary, but considering death has priority over many things in life, I can't even say this upsets me too much.
I was listening to Soul Asylum's "Runaway Train" earlier and listening to this line earlier felt like a punch to the gut:
can you help me remember how to smile?If serotonin and other neurotransmitters are truly the whole reason behind mental illness....how can such a small thing create such a nightmare? It cannot be treated on my own. "Normal" people's solutions make everything worse (e.g. medication). Look at Wellbutrin. It was supposed to be making me better. Instead, it made me violentally suicidal. And who realized that it was what was behind my breakdown? Not the doctors! Me! I had to take myself off the drug! Psychosurgery might help, but god forbid should a psychiatrist allow a patient to actually have something other than medication. Why should they? Come on- someone has to pay for their Lexuses and Jaguars!
make it somehow all seem worthwhile
how on earth did i get so jaded?
The world of psychiatry can pat themselves on the back and talk of how far the field of mental health care has come since the barbaric days of locking people up for stupid reasons like being gay or whatever and the days of insulin shock therapy and lobotomies with ice picks, but I don't think it has come far at all. It may have changed, but that does not mean it is any better! Change is not always a good thing, for cripes sake. Look at Band-Aids. Everyone had to go and change them to make them less "ouchie" when being ripped off because God forbid should the almighty child feel some frigging pain. Children cannot get hurt or feel pain nowadays, mind you. They are absolutely not allowed to trip and fall and scrape their knees or bang a shin or elbow or anything.
Nowadays, all the field of psychiatry is about making money. Psychiatrists make more money the less they keep you in the office. How is the med doing, alrighty then, come back in next week provided your annual limit of 20 visits isn't up and here is a prescription for this med and this med and this med, now go about your merry way and make sure you pay the receptionist your co-pay, which will generally run about five times your normal specialist co-pay rate.
I have been through this topic so many frigging times and the amount of anger I feel towards the field of psychiatry every time I discuss it intensifies.
I read an article last year about one of our local state hospitals and it was just awful what goes on in there. Just knowing what STILL continues to go on in state hospitals in this day and age ALONE is enough proof that mental ill care is still just as bad as it was in the early to mid 20th century. It's barbaric. Nasty staff, sexual assault on patients, violence. The place I was in was an oh-la-la private hospital and the staff was nasty enough. I can only imagine what the staff in a state run facility is like. Probably the 3-11 shift at the place I was in amplified. Oh man, that was a nasty bunch of nurses and psych techs. Funny thing is, the entire adult ward had trouble with that shift, so a few days before I was released, we all filed grievences against the entire 3-11 shift. A few weeks later, I was looking in one of my sister's nursing magazines and there was an ad for that hellhole, hiring for- surprise- the 3 to 11 shift. Our complaints must have been successful.
I was watching a show one night on the treatment of the mentally ill and was informed that the largest psychiatric hospital is a fucking prison. Not figuratively. Literally.
Why can I not find even one thing to give me a reason to want to stay on this earth?
Monday, June 14, 2010
Webpage Of The Day
I briefly remembered this page earlier in the year but could not remember the URL. But fear not! I have found it, thanks to Cute Overload, a website that is part of the small collection of things that melt my heart and prove I still have one!
Think Geek
This site has so much exciting shit on it and appeals to my geek lust so much, I think I might have an orgasm if I stay on it any longer.
Think Geek
This site has so much exciting shit on it and appeals to my geek lust so much, I think I might have an orgasm if I stay on it any longer.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Random Thoughts
My mind has been in an absolute state of blankness.
Last Sunday was my mother's 60th birthday. My sister and I planned it out to be a nice day. We went to dinner with about 14 people and then came back to have cake. And in the grand tradition of things, my father had to be an ass and ruin it for my mother.
I was laying in bed one night, thinking as usual, and it is actually quite amazing that I actually get excited about events like birthdays, holidays, and vacations. Growing up, all I heard from my father every birthday or holiday was oh what is the big deal, it's just another day. Every fucking birthday or holiday I had to hear that. Dad's Day is coming up soon and I don't even want to buy him anything. If he questions why, I will just say "well, it's just another day, isn't it?".
Whenever I got excited about vacations, I had to listen to my mother bitch every vacation about how much she hates vacations. Or if I got excited about Christmas, then it was how much she hates Christmas and wishes she didn't have to celebrate it. EVERY fucking year. And my father had to ruin holidays that were celebrated with my aunt and grandparents by being a miserable asshole because he has some beef with them that I still have yet to hear the reason behind.
My father treats my grandparents (my mom's parents) and aunt (my mom's sister) horrible. They have been nothing but good to him. They loved him more than his own fucking parents. I held a grudge against him (and still do) over it for many years and....well, he still treats them like shit, so there goes how much he respects my opinion. My aunt was just over and she said good-bye and he totally ignored her. I love my father, of course, but sometimes I really fucking hate him.
I remember a time when I was about 9 years old, I had gotten into a fight with my parents over something and in typical bratty kid fashion, I said I was going to run away and stormed out of the room. When I got into the next room, I heard a noise and my father is coming after me, so I scream and run into the laundry room where he follows me in and starts slapping the crap out of me. And one of the bad things about that? My mom and my sister stood behind and did not do anything to stop him. He beat the crap out of me just for saying I was going to run away from home. I can still clearly visualize that and every time I do, I can't even say what runs through my mind when I look at him. Being spanked growing up never bothered me, but there were times that it was out of contol. That was one of them.
That is not to say my mother was not completely innocent. One time down the shore I was in the room watching MTV (back when they still played music videos) and she came in and told me to get done. I was waiting to see "Basket Case" and it had just finished when she came back in and when she seen I had not been showered yet, she freaked and at one point grabbed me by the throat and started choking me. Seriously? All because I had not been showered yet?
This is exactly one of the big reasons I do not want kids. I have an awful temper and I can control it to a point. Once I am past that point, forget it. I can't bear the thought of hurting my own child and I know points would come in life where I would not be able to control my temper and would. I also feel like if I had a significant other, I fear I would be abusive. I can't stand the thought of hurting another person (for the most part), but when I lose my temper, its uncontrollable. I live in fear of someone really pissing me off one day, especially if it involves hurting someone I care deeply about. My temper is a good example of Pandora's Box.
I am starting to get incredibly resentful with my job. I talked to my boss last week about getting benefits and somehow the meeting turned into my not wanting to talk on phones and she surprisingly seemed okay about it, but she said she had to talk to her boss about whether it will be okay to keep me there full time and not do phone work. He just so happens to be out of town and will not be back until this week. And I know, I just know, she will not remember. And heaven knows when he will actually be back in office for her to talk to him. At this rate, I am never going to get fucking benefits. She knew about this almost 4 fucking weeks ago! She has been planning on hiring me full time for quite some time! Why the hell did she not talk to him sooner?! My average weekly hours since the Monday after Easter have been enough to give me benefits! Look at how much PTO time I am missing out on! If I check my employment profile, I am still listed as less than 25 hours a week. I am severely tempted to start going in at just that- less than 25 hours a week. They don't want to give me what I rightfully entitled to, then I will do just as they have me listed. This is fucking ridiculous. Leave it to me to be the one who gets fucked. Just like how there are at least 12 people who work from home and I, the one person who has wanted nothing more than to have an at home job, am the only one out of all them who gets yanked away from the position.
Last Sunday was my mother's 60th birthday. My sister and I planned it out to be a nice day. We went to dinner with about 14 people and then came back to have cake. And in the grand tradition of things, my father had to be an ass and ruin it for my mother.
I was laying in bed one night, thinking as usual, and it is actually quite amazing that I actually get excited about events like birthdays, holidays, and vacations. Growing up, all I heard from my father every birthday or holiday was oh what is the big deal, it's just another day. Every fucking birthday or holiday I had to hear that. Dad's Day is coming up soon and I don't even want to buy him anything. If he questions why, I will just say "well, it's just another day, isn't it?".
Whenever I got excited about vacations, I had to listen to my mother bitch every vacation about how much she hates vacations. Or if I got excited about Christmas, then it was how much she hates Christmas and wishes she didn't have to celebrate it. EVERY fucking year. And my father had to ruin holidays that were celebrated with my aunt and grandparents by being a miserable asshole because he has some beef with them that I still have yet to hear the reason behind.
My father treats my grandparents (my mom's parents) and aunt (my mom's sister) horrible. They have been nothing but good to him. They loved him more than his own fucking parents. I held a grudge against him (and still do) over it for many years and....well, he still treats them like shit, so there goes how much he respects my opinion. My aunt was just over and she said good-bye and he totally ignored her. I love my father, of course, but sometimes I really fucking hate him.
I remember a time when I was about 9 years old, I had gotten into a fight with my parents over something and in typical bratty kid fashion, I said I was going to run away and stormed out of the room. When I got into the next room, I heard a noise and my father is coming after me, so I scream and run into the laundry room where he follows me in and starts slapping the crap out of me. And one of the bad things about that? My mom and my sister stood behind and did not do anything to stop him. He beat the crap out of me just for saying I was going to run away from home. I can still clearly visualize that and every time I do, I can't even say what runs through my mind when I look at him. Being spanked growing up never bothered me, but there were times that it was out of contol. That was one of them.
That is not to say my mother was not completely innocent. One time down the shore I was in the room watching MTV (back when they still played music videos) and she came in and told me to get done. I was waiting to see "Basket Case" and it had just finished when she came back in and when she seen I had not been showered yet, she freaked and at one point grabbed me by the throat and started choking me. Seriously? All because I had not been showered yet?
This is exactly one of the big reasons I do not want kids. I have an awful temper and I can control it to a point. Once I am past that point, forget it. I can't bear the thought of hurting my own child and I know points would come in life where I would not be able to control my temper and would. I also feel like if I had a significant other, I fear I would be abusive. I can't stand the thought of hurting another person (for the most part), but when I lose my temper, its uncontrollable. I live in fear of someone really pissing me off one day, especially if it involves hurting someone I care deeply about. My temper is a good example of Pandora's Box.
I am starting to get incredibly resentful with my job. I talked to my boss last week about getting benefits and somehow the meeting turned into my not wanting to talk on phones and she surprisingly seemed okay about it, but she said she had to talk to her boss about whether it will be okay to keep me there full time and not do phone work. He just so happens to be out of town and will not be back until this week. And I know, I just know, she will not remember. And heaven knows when he will actually be back in office for her to talk to him. At this rate, I am never going to get fucking benefits. She knew about this almost 4 fucking weeks ago! She has been planning on hiring me full time for quite some time! Why the hell did she not talk to him sooner?! My average weekly hours since the Monday after Easter have been enough to give me benefits! Look at how much PTO time I am missing out on! If I check my employment profile, I am still listed as less than 25 hours a week. I am severely tempted to start going in at just that- less than 25 hours a week. They don't want to give me what I rightfully entitled to, then I will do just as they have me listed. This is fucking ridiculous. Leave it to me to be the one who gets fucked. Just like how there are at least 12 people who work from home and I, the one person who has wanted nothing more than to have an at home job, am the only one out of all them who gets yanked away from the position.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Quote Of The Day
From Cracked.com, on the chances of a person getting fat:
If just one of your friends becomes obese, you are 57 percent more likely to follow in their footsteps. If a friend of a friend gains weight you are still 20 percent more likely to gain weight. That's right: You're getting second-hand fat. The pattern stretches on and on, just like those marks on your ass. So think about it when you're reaching for that eighth handful of Doritos; you're not just eating for you, you're eating for your friend, and your friend's friends, and your friend's cousin's boyfriend's sister's husband, and so on and so on, until Kevin Bacon eventually just dies of a coronary.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The Bitch, Please! Of The Day
Hillbilly Ray Cyrus on his dumb cunt of a daughter's lap dance:
Every day in work, I hear that aural holocaust "The Climb" and....good god, she has a horrible voice. Just terrible. Give it up already. And what is up with this new "look"? Lemme guess. She is trying to be outrageous and unique. Let's run through the list. Skimpy outfits- check. Risque dancy- check. Giving more weight to the religious right argument that homosexuality is not something you are born with by making out with another chick- check.
*yawns loudly* Seen it already. Newsflash- it has been done. One hundred million times over. It is not unique. It's Britney Ya'll, Christina Aguilera, Madonna, Lady Gaga, etc. Miley, you most certainly are not Lady Gaga or Christina Aguilera, who, while incredibly annoying, can actually sing. One morning I saw the video for the "Tame" song, or whatever it is called, and it was the most ridiculous piece of crap I have ever seen. I think I got cancer from watching it.
What's next? Her music will suddenly become artsy and deep? Bwahahahaha! Yeah, because "The Climb" is just so deep. I am sure 95% of real people want to hear some ugly buck-toothed inbred 17 year billionaire Disney spawn whine about how fucking hard her life is. Wah!
I am so sick of this trend of no pants and bathing suit outfits. It's stupid looking. I didn't even like it when the goddess herself partook in it. Put some fucking pants on!
I don't understand how she ever got famous anyway. It must be due to Daddy Dearest. Nowadays, to be famous, you have to be related to someone else famous, have looks, or do stupid shit. Having talent is not the way to be fame and fortune anymore. I love Carly Simon, but can you imagine her trying to get a record deal nowadays? Miley didn't do stupid shit when she started out, she has no talent, and she certainly does not have the looks. That leaves being related to someone famous. Someone who was a one hit wonder and had a mullet's mullet. I'd rather hear 24 hours of "Achy Breaky Heart" than any of her abominations.
Nine years ago I never dreamed I would say this- I would take 6,000 more years of It's Britney Ya'll if Miley Cyrus would lose her fortune and drop off the face of the earth. Hell, I'll even go to a concert. I swear, ever since It's Britney Ya'll went batshit, I gained some respect for her.
And by the way, It's Britney Ya'll called. She wants her CD cover back.
It's what people her age do.Actually, no they don't. But I guess I know that since I am not inbred.
Every day in work, I hear that aural holocaust "The Climb" and....good god, she has a horrible voice. Just terrible. Give it up already. And what is up with this new "look"? Lemme guess. She is trying to be outrageous and unique. Let's run through the list. Skimpy outfits- check. Risque dancy- check. Giving more weight to the religious right argument that homosexuality is not something you are born with by making out with another chick- check.
*yawns loudly* Seen it already. Newsflash- it has been done. One hundred million times over. It is not unique. It's Britney Ya'll, Christina Aguilera, Madonna, Lady Gaga, etc. Miley, you most certainly are not Lady Gaga or Christina Aguilera, who, while incredibly annoying, can actually sing. One morning I saw the video for the "Tame" song, or whatever it is called, and it was the most ridiculous piece of crap I have ever seen. I think I got cancer from watching it.
What's next? Her music will suddenly become artsy and deep? Bwahahahaha! Yeah, because "The Climb" is just so deep. I am sure 95% of real people want to hear some ugly buck-toothed inbred 17 year billionaire Disney spawn whine about how fucking hard her life is. Wah!
I am so sick of this trend of no pants and bathing suit outfits. It's stupid looking. I didn't even like it when the goddess herself partook in it. Put some fucking pants on!
I don't understand how she ever got famous anyway. It must be due to Daddy Dearest. Nowadays, to be famous, you have to be related to someone else famous, have looks, or do stupid shit. Having talent is not the way to be fame and fortune anymore. I love Carly Simon, but can you imagine her trying to get a record deal nowadays? Miley didn't do stupid shit when she started out, she has no talent, and she certainly does not have the looks. That leaves being related to someone famous. Someone who was a one hit wonder and had a mullet's mullet. I'd rather hear 24 hours of "Achy Breaky Heart" than any of her abominations.
Nine years ago I never dreamed I would say this- I would take 6,000 more years of It's Britney Ya'll if Miley Cyrus would lose her fortune and drop off the face of the earth. Hell, I'll even go to a concert. I swear, ever since It's Britney Ya'll went batshit, I gained some respect for her.
And by the way, It's Britney Ya'll called. She wants her CD cover back.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Digestive System For Sale! Cheap Nonworking Digestive System For Sale!
If I could, I would. I would seriously rip my intestines, stomach, and esophagus straight out of my body. The brain will come first, of course.
Every single time I have to work, my stomach appears to just go on strike. Just stops working. I don't know why. I don't know if it's from getting myself so stressed over my job or the change in sleep habits or what. But whatever is causing it, my stomach needs to just deal with it.
I am bloated, my stomach sounds like coffee brewing, and I feel like crap. I look like I am pregnant. It is giving me violent heartburn, every time I eat lunch I develop the pregnant waddle from blowing up so bad, and my back hurts from my abdomen being so swollen. And my mother wonders why I have been crying almost every day? Its affecting every fucking aspect of my life. My pants cut into my every day at work. And I am wearing scrubs!
I have tried fiber, I drink 64 oz of water alone, and I exercise. What the hell else is there for me to do? I started taken Accuflora a week ago. It wasn't doing much, so I upped to 2 pills and now I have even worse gas and I have this annoying problem I usually only get after taken a laxative. I took Miralax for a week and it gave me a headache and made me nauseous. I am getting to the point of being borderline suicidal because I just cannot take it anymore. If people only knew just how debilitating intestinal issues can be. Its ridiculous.
And forget having intestinal issues with obsessive compulsive disorder. It's basically taken over my mind. I can barely concentrate because I am so concerned about being constipated. I feel like an old person. I just wanna go to the fucking bathroom!
And I am so sick and tired of people STILL repeatedly telling me oh you don't have to go everyday! And like I have said repeatedly, no, I apparently don't, but getting upset after two weeks of not going is pretty fucking justifiable! Plus, I don't care what doctors say. Not going everyday is not normal. Animals go all the frigging time. Our dog will eat and she'll be right out in the yard going. I think humans should go after every meal. Aw, to be so lucky!
Every single time I have to work, my stomach appears to just go on strike. Just stops working. I don't know why. I don't know if it's from getting myself so stressed over my job or the change in sleep habits or what. But whatever is causing it, my stomach needs to just deal with it.
I am bloated, my stomach sounds like coffee brewing, and I feel like crap. I look like I am pregnant. It is giving me violent heartburn, every time I eat lunch I develop the pregnant waddle from blowing up so bad, and my back hurts from my abdomen being so swollen. And my mother wonders why I have been crying almost every day? Its affecting every fucking aspect of my life. My pants cut into my every day at work. And I am wearing scrubs!
I have tried fiber, I drink 64 oz of water alone, and I exercise. What the hell else is there for me to do? I started taken Accuflora a week ago. It wasn't doing much, so I upped to 2 pills and now I have even worse gas and I have this annoying problem I usually only get after taken a laxative. I took Miralax for a week and it gave me a headache and made me nauseous. I am getting to the point of being borderline suicidal because I just cannot take it anymore. If people only knew just how debilitating intestinal issues can be. Its ridiculous.
And forget having intestinal issues with obsessive compulsive disorder. It's basically taken over my mind. I can barely concentrate because I am so concerned about being constipated. I feel like an old person. I just wanna go to the fucking bathroom!
And I am so sick and tired of people STILL repeatedly telling me oh you don't have to go everyday! And like I have said repeatedly, no, I apparently don't, but getting upset after two weeks of not going is pretty fucking justifiable! Plus, I don't care what doctors say. Not going everyday is not normal. Animals go all the frigging time. Our dog will eat and she'll be right out in the yard going. I think humans should go after every meal. Aw, to be so lucky!
Monday, June 7, 2010
The WTF Of The Day
The Frisky
I am someone who will often say one thing and then change my opinion on it down the line. I once said JHO did not look bad in that catsuit and a few months later totally ripped her to shreds about it. I once said that Darren Hayes did not look any hotter than when he had the long black hair. Well, I changed my mind on that too. His best look is definitely the short hair.
This article is going to be another example. I once said to keep Tila Tequila on earth because idiots like her make me look sane. But I changed my mind. I am not even going to wish death on her. I'd rather just see her placed in front of a firing squad. Suicide is not a fucking joke, you dumb cunt.
Sandra Bullock & Scarlett Johannson Kiss At MTV Awards (PHOTOS)
Oh, for the love of....the girl on girl kissing thing is really starting to get old. And incredibly, incredibly annoying. Especially when it is done by people who are trying to push for gay rights. Yeah, push your gay rights agenda while pretty much implying that sexuality is a choice.
Dumbasses.
EDIT Thursday: Please place Lindsay Lohan and her mother in front of that firing squad also. I swear to god, if that little bitch does not get sent to jail or an inner city rehab center soon, I am going to go apeshit.
I am someone who will often say one thing and then change my opinion on it down the line. I once said JHO did not look bad in that catsuit and a few months later totally ripped her to shreds about it. I once said that Darren Hayes did not look any hotter than when he had the long black hair. Well, I changed my mind on that too. His best look is definitely the short hair.
This article is going to be another example. I once said to keep Tila Tequila on earth because idiots like her make me look sane. But I changed my mind. I am not even going to wish death on her. I'd rather just see her placed in front of a firing squad. Suicide is not a fucking joke, you dumb cunt.
Sandra Bullock & Scarlett Johannson Kiss At MTV Awards (PHOTOS)
Oh, for the love of....the girl on girl kissing thing is really starting to get old. And incredibly, incredibly annoying. Especially when it is done by people who are trying to push for gay rights. Yeah, push your gay rights agenda while pretty much implying that sexuality is a choice.
Dumbasses.
EDIT Thursday: Please place Lindsay Lohan and her mother in front of that firing squad also. I swear to god, if that little bitch does not get sent to jail or an inner city rehab center soon, I am going to go apeshit.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Phone Phobia
I have a terrible, terrible, irrational fear of the telephone. I can call close family- e.g. mom and sister- with not much of a problem. Calling family outside of that boundary is a little more difficult. Making appointments is not too awful, but still unenjoyable.
I have worked two jobs before where I had to answer the phone. Neither job involved many calls, so I was able to handle it somewhat. Jobs with heavy phone duty are a whole other story, which is why I lasted one day on a job with banking customer service. I simply could not do it.
Its not just a phobia. I don't hear well. And when I am on the phone, I cannot concentrate. The least little sound or distraction outside of the phone conversation blows everything. I lose hold of whatever the other person is saying and what the phone call is about and then I get aggravated, which only distracts me even more.
The other day in work, my boss comes in in her typical bitchy mood and hands me two files and tells me to call the firms and then she starts telling me all these things to ask and I am just looking at her like, are you fucking kidding me? I do not have the first clue of how the stupid company deals with appointment making. After getting upset, one of my coworkers offered to make the calls for me and allowed me to listen in while she made them. She asked questions I would have had absolutely no idea to even ask. She also had to use the computer system, which I have not been trained to use that part of the system so there is another area I would have had no idea on what to do. When my coworker got off the phone, she told me flat out that as I am someone not trained to do that, I would have had no idea on what to do because even she was getting confused. And she is VERY good with the phones. I learn quickly, sure, but I have to be taught first. My boss made some bitchy comment to my coworker that I have to learn some time. Yeah, well, I have to be given something to learn.
I told my boss when she asked me if I would be interested in working for the company that I would take basically any position provided there is little or no phone work involved. She said that would be no problem. Now all of a sudden, she is planning on not only making me take phone calls, but doing outbound calls and heavy customer service. And I am not doing that. I can take light to moderate phone traffic, but heavy phone traffic and heavy outbound calls....no way. Absolutely no way in hell can I do it.
I also don't like how my coworkers leave their password to the computer lying around. Seriously? If someone got into that building, those passwords can lead to a fucking universe of information. Medical ID theft at its finest. And people go around using other worker's passwords and login names. It does not sit right with me at all.
I have worked two jobs before where I had to answer the phone. Neither job involved many calls, so I was able to handle it somewhat. Jobs with heavy phone duty are a whole other story, which is why I lasted one day on a job with banking customer service. I simply could not do it.
Its not just a phobia. I don't hear well. And when I am on the phone, I cannot concentrate. The least little sound or distraction outside of the phone conversation blows everything. I lose hold of whatever the other person is saying and what the phone call is about and then I get aggravated, which only distracts me even more.
The other day in work, my boss comes in in her typical bitchy mood and hands me two files and tells me to call the firms and then she starts telling me all these things to ask and I am just looking at her like, are you fucking kidding me? I do not have the first clue of how the stupid company deals with appointment making. After getting upset, one of my coworkers offered to make the calls for me and allowed me to listen in while she made them. She asked questions I would have had absolutely no idea to even ask. She also had to use the computer system, which I have not been trained to use that part of the system so there is another area I would have had no idea on what to do. When my coworker got off the phone, she told me flat out that as I am someone not trained to do that, I would have had no idea on what to do because even she was getting confused. And she is VERY good with the phones. I learn quickly, sure, but I have to be taught first. My boss made some bitchy comment to my coworker that I have to learn some time. Yeah, well, I have to be given something to learn.
I told my boss when she asked me if I would be interested in working for the company that I would take basically any position provided there is little or no phone work involved. She said that would be no problem. Now all of a sudden, she is planning on not only making me take phone calls, but doing outbound calls and heavy customer service. And I am not doing that. I can take light to moderate phone traffic, but heavy phone traffic and heavy outbound calls....no way. Absolutely no way in hell can I do it.
I also don't like how my coworkers leave their password to the computer lying around. Seriously? If someone got into that building, those passwords can lead to a fucking universe of information. Medical ID theft at its finest. And people go around using other worker's passwords and login names. It does not sit right with me at all.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The WTF Of The Day
D-Listed
Good freaking god....what in the hell do you call that?
Now all I can think about is Dr. Evil and Mr. Bigglesworth. And when Mini Me comes along and he has his own mini Mr. Bigglesworth and he tries to eat MMB and Dr. Evil scolds him. Bwahahaha!
Good freaking god....what in the hell do you call that?
Now all I can think about is Dr. Evil and Mr. Bigglesworth. And when Mini Me comes along and he has his own mini Mr. Bigglesworth and he tries to eat MMB and Dr. Evil scolds him. Bwahahaha!
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