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  • This has win written all over it.

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    james

    Taken from a community I’m on.

    cci with a modem that is “making ROARING sounds”. Customer took to the store already and they reccomended and exchange. waived exchange fee, as its a situation beyond their control, and skipped additional troubleshooting as modem could be dangerous if provoked.

    Just for the record, and for those of us who have never and don’t plan to work in a call center, CCI = customer called in. Oh, and, this comment:

    “Them free-range immodiums is skittish!”

    Folks, this would be why I’m trying to get back into tech support. Like, wo.

    PS: There is an actual update somewhere. Just not here. Deal with it.

  • On random bits of lazy, and whatever else shows up.

    written by

    james

    I actually managed to sleep in today, for like the first time since I got here… got up at about 9:30, give or take. Or, rather, got woken up at 9:30 by my father’s dust mop deciding to stick its tongue as far up my nose as it could possibly go *(). Rolled out of bed a couple minutes later, and the thing decided now that I was up and mobile, he’d go back to sleep. Bastard. I did some more looking for work, and absolutely no applying for such things today. For the right now, the currently available selection of jobs in my field that I haven’t already applied for rather blows huge. Now, the plan is pretty much to stick around here and see what happens, I think. Mom and dad went to the bank to sort out mortgage stuff while I was sleeping, and according to them it’s minus too damn cold out again (**), so the likelyhood of me doing, like, anything that involves leaving the house today is, well, yeah. Not happening. Or at least not happening sober. If I’m drunk enough, I won’t notice or care that my various extremeties are a minute and a half from freezing off. Not that I had anything that I needed to leave the house to do at this particular moment, but minor details.

    Unrelated, but that’s the theme of the month today, I’ve been playing an online baseball game for the last couple months, Sim Dynastysilly-singer), they have your stupid freakin’ Redsocks. Not that they’re doing any better in the league I’m in (***) than they did in real life in those days, but ah well. A craptastical team’s a craptastical team, in any reality. Speaking of reality, I guess I aught to get back to mine. Maybe see if we’re actually doing anything today that requires I be semi-coherent and involved.

    (*) A dog that size should be trained not to lick. Tiny tongues are lethal as hell.
    (**) -26 last I heard. Before anything resembling a wind chill. Mother nature, please to be dying in a grease fire.
    (***) The rules for the game are based on those from 1950 or so, including the use of a pitcher in the batting order as opposed to a designated hitter. None of the players though are supposed to be historically accurate; it *is* after all, still a game. Sorry, but the only Babe Ruth I’ve seen is a right fielder who couldn’t hit to save his life.

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  • Twitchy Mcflale and such.

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    james

    New day, new routine, same old habbits. Except I actually remembered this thing two days in a row. Bloody miracle, that. Aunt Holly and queen Dramatus Persona are over here now, shooting the shit with mom in the kitchen. I was out there for a bit, but came in here to see a mailbox about a job application. Still nothing on that front, but I are not surprised. I did drop a line in to Employment Ontario with the intention of getting something set up so they can possibly help cover costs for courses, that way I can go get me some education during my extended and so far indefinite vacation. It only got me as far as pick a day, bring a resume, and bother the Ottawa office for an assessment, but it’s something. So now we just have to figure out when the hell I can get in to do that. It more than likely won’t end up being Friday. Not if we’re going with aunt Holly, at any rate. She’s got an appointment for a consultation for her weakening eyes, and god only knows how long that’ll take. The place keeps some unusual hours (what government office closes at 2:00 in the afternoon, for christ’s sake), so it’s almost one of those things you have to specificly intend to drop by while in town, or you’ll never make it there. Mom’s still trying to suggest I should look for something here, either a course or a job or something, and just stay here during the week. Thanks, mom, but no. Really, no. I pay 770 or so dollars a month for an apartment. I’m not gonna spend in the neighbourhood of 2 days out of 7 at the most in said apartment and the rest of that time here. Nice place to visit, but no way in hell I’m willingly living here again.

    In unrelated news, there is no unrelated news. We thought we might have plans today, and instead we have company. So I suppose I should probably consider wandering back in that general direction. I need more coffee anyway.

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  • I are here.

    written by

    james

    Well, it’s official. I can, in fact, go from nothing to all kinds of something in just a couple days. I’m sitting in Pembroke right now, where I’ve been since this past Friday, because… well… I really can’t think of a very good reason, other than because the mother thing picked up asking me when I was coming down on average once every 2 or 3 days. Well, that, plus no bus service in Ottawa means I’d need cab fair to get me from here to there, and being unemployed, that’s a little bit scarce. So I said screw it, and came here. Bright side, though, the bus strike is in fact over. Down side? I still don’t expect to see a bus on the road until this coming Friday at the earliest. And neither does anyone else I’ve talked to.

    I fired off about a dozen more applications over the last week or so, including 3 yesterday; the most in a single day for me in… a couple months. That has to say something. Still haven’t received any kind of feedback for the applications I submitted during the actual week, but such would be life.

    It’s actually been semi-decent outside this weekend. Warm enough that I was about to take my father’s dust mop of a dog out for a good 15 minutes or so without him freezing to death. So I got him nice and tired out, and now he’s by the sounds of it found himself somewhere in the living room to pass out. Probably in behind my mother’s knees or something, as usual. Anyway, the randomness stops here. I had nothing of any real substance to offer, but that’s never stopped me before.

    PS: Anyone trying to IM me, I’m not home. I’m not signed into IM over here, and probably won’t be. Sorry. Gonna have to settle for phone/text/email. You’ll live.

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  • Ah, the glory that is… not a damn thing.

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    james

    It’s been a fairly uneventful week plus in this screwed up reality in which I live. Not a whole lot new going on with the exception of the fact I’m noticing a steady increase in the number of available job postings in Ottawa. Not necessarily an increase in the number of jobs I’d be caught dead applying for, but no sense in splitting hairs where everywhere you look there’s at least one person screaming second depression. I did end up applying for a tech support job with Cyberus Online, which is basicly a lesser heard of ISP. Of course, they have yet to actually call me back, but if I focused on that I’d be a lot more insane than I’ve been accused of being. I applied for a few more jobs, too, including a temporary one until March or so for the northeastern Ontario branch of the CAA. No, don’t worry, it doesn’t involve driving; just sitting behind a desk taking calls and dispatching people to do the towing of people’s vehicles. So, roughly translated, emergency roadside asistance operator. Nothing to throw my hands in the air and scream from a rooftop about, but at this stage of the game, even if it stretches employment insurance out for another month or two, I’m not saying no. Employers might, but I sure as hell won’t. What I will do, though, is that thing where I see about maybe possibly kinda sorta getting my day semi-started. Hey, anyone wanna entertain me while I go a-hunting? I can has work, plz? Kthx.

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  • If you’re gonna hide the fact you hit someone, don’t search for ways to do it on Google, hm?

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    james

    They should change that line in the miranda speech to read: anything you say or search can be used against you in a court of law. Because apparently, it can. Um, oops? Dear moronic criminals with conscience: you’re a little tiny bit slow on the uptake. … And now, I go see which of my heat registers has crapped. Again.

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  • Purolator, we need to talk.

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    james

    You have my package on your local delivery vehicle as of 8:13 this morning. I *know* it doesn’t take 3+ hours to get from your depot downtown. So why, pray tell, are you now taking nearly 4 to do so? I would be slightly irritated had my router actually gone splat in between the time I ordered the new one and now. But, since it hasn’t, I’m left with a simple… do explain? Really, I am not understanding your logic.

    PS: Oh, yeah, and it should have been delivered a week ago. Gotta love delivery guys who can’t be bothered to buz themselves in. Oh, ow, my head.

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  • My girlfriend gets her drunk on.

    written by

    james

    For those of you who doubted the sobriety of the almighty Jessica (samari76) way back when, I give you, sobriety be gone (1, 2). Draw thine own conclusions. For the record. I am:

    1. Completely sober.
    2. Nowhere near that side of the border. Unfortunately.
    3. Extremely, extremely, extremely highly amused. Who knew?

    I wish I had the sight and the proximity for a picture. Hillarity would be plentiful.

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  • On a lighter note…

    written by

    james

    this amused the hell out of me.

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  • Hey, landlord? RBC? Have a clue.

    written by

    james

    Dear landlord: why in the name of everything did you wait until *now* to tell me the bank decided I’m too poor to pay my rent? I understand the banks are generally run by morons with approximately half the IQ of my biggest pimple, but I honestly expected something resembling inteligence from you folks. It’s friday. You’re barely open past lunch tomorrow. The bank is probably barely open past lunch tomorrow. You want me to pay you ZOMG naow plz. Oh, yeah, and you send me a letter stating so, dated today, telling me to call superintendant lady like right bloody now or else. Except she’s not working until tomorrow. And barely past lunch time. Again I say, what. the. fuck? Words cannot describe the level of stupid this just blew right on past. They can’t. You fail.

    No love,
    Me.

    Dear RBC: Die. Die die die. I am not broke. I was not broke on the second of the month, when they tried to cash my rent check. I am even more not broke now, because my rent check, for reasons beyond my comprehension, decided to bounce. So why, pray tell, did you tell my landlord upon trying to cash my rent check that I’m broke? I fail to understand the mentality here. Or maybe you fail at making sense. I mean, I love that you’ve escentially given me more money with which to play, but next time, can it please please pretty please not come from that which you should be giving to people with the power to kick me out of my apartment? Urg. I’d say you should be shot, but that would be a waste of a perfectly good bullet.

    Die in a goddamn grease fire,
    Me.

    Siiiigh. My headache, let me share it.

    ETA: Going to collect money order tonight. Still want to drop kick somebody.

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