So, I have a new phone number again. Despite the annoyances of having to call everybody and tell them that the number’s been changed, they’ve managed to fuck over my sister as well on finals week :B She was allowed to keep her number, and I thought this was because she needed the phone number for finals week and it would have been a hassle trying to get the new sim card down to her. And you know, the obvious favoritism towards her.
But no, as it turns out, my parents are just retarded.
So there is a sim card that they need to get down to her, or she’ll be left without a phone on finals week and wouldn’t be able to call anybody if she needed help. They sort of figured that my sister would have friends who are back in LA (on finals week? Seriously?) that can take it back to her. Well, my sister doesn’t have anybody to take it to her. So she’s left with these ridiculously stupid options:
1) Go without the phone on finals week and be unable to call her friends for help
2) My dad would go down there on Tuesday night after work and give the card to her
3) Mail it
So I told them about mailing the stupid thing. They were like “WE HAVE TO PAY FIFTY DOLLARS IF IT GETS LOST”. Geez, have you seen the gas prices? It costs about fifty bucks to get down to San Diego. If the card gets lost, we could buy a new one for less the price of actually driving there.
Why couldn’t the retards have just waited another week to sign us up for a new plan? My sister has finals and I’ve got dates with the dentists to attend to and can’t be bothered with the confusion that new phone numbers bring. Oh, wait, because the company would give my parents money if they signed up for a new plan with them.
Goooooooooooood they are so cheap and it just costs more in the end :/
They’re likely to send my dad down to give the card for her, since its just the stunt that my parents would pull even though Jennifer’s decided she’s going without a phone.
I just wish my parents used their brains more often. Is that so hard? I mean that extra 500$ is nice, but not when it fucks over your daughters in the process and something you could have just waited on. Sigh. I like to think that there’s some “other side” to this story, like if we’re short on cash or something . . . but even if we were, its over the lack of financial control my parents have with their spendings and ultimately their fault in the end. And I’ve lived with them long enough to know that this isn’t it and that they really were just being stupidly cheap.
Sigh.
