ANDNOTHINGELSE

Of stupidity . . and mostly stupidity

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.

§547 · June 8, 2008 · My family is for psychos, You're really pretty fucking stupid sometimes. · 1 comment ·

I still hate my job.

Today I got in trouble. Again. Over something stupider than ever before.

So I come to work twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays because of my school schedule. I work the minimum 16 hours a week.

Well about two weeks ago, we had a holiday on a Tuesday. Why my stupid ass department puts a fucking holiday on a Tuesday is beyond me. Well, other than the bit where the state is run by a fucktard. But anyway, moving along. I had to be out that Friday because I had to get my Thyroid poked and prodded; checked for cancers and such.

You think I wanted to miss work just to go to some superfun doctor’s office in Hollywood where they put me on a bed and tell me not to move for a half hour and make me listen to crappy music while four doctors hovered over me poking my neck around?

I came to work afterwards as well, for four hours.

So today my boss calls me in her office to tell me that I can’t be doing that because her boss (the fire-breathing shithead, FBS) told her that they would show me the door if I kept going under the minimum.

Right, because I do that all the time? Out of that one incident that I couldn’t get out of that I didn’t even want to be in, I get in trouble for apparently skipping all the damn time? I get threats to be fired over that one time I had to see the doctor and gave my boss notice of my absence weeks before the appointment?

Sure I could have scheduled the appointment so that I wouldn’t have to skip work. But then I would have had to skip school. And quite frankly, I plan on staying in school so that I don’t wind up being a logic-less, dim-witted tub of lard like FBS. So that I can take over her job, become her boss, and then show her the door by simply being the vile bitch that she is.

§441 · March 4, 2008 · Headaches, Work, You're really pretty fucking stupid sometimes. · (No comments) ·

Of hypocrisy and douchbags.

Once I get settled in a new job, any new job, I’m going to quit working where I work now :/

Lately, my boss has been getting on my case about every stupid thing that goes wrong. Aside from the obvious cases in which I admit that I’ve messed up on, here’s a list of all the other stupid little things that I’ve apparently also been doing that doesn’t sit right with my supervisors:

1. Listening to music on my mp3 player with my earbuds while I go on my mail runs.
Hokays, let me tell you about the attorneys, my coworkers, a few of the secretaries, and that one woman who was never without her iPod who do that. Of all the people, why is it me who is no longer allowed to listen to my music? I deliver my mail quickly (a job I’m not even allowed to do on my own, mind you) and I don’t bother anybody. I don’t sing out loud. I don’t have my music up so loud that I can’t hear when people ask me questions. I have a great pair of earbuds that don’t allow other people to hear what I’m listening to. My coworkers consistently go out with their music on and I’M the one whose apparently being unprofessional and what was that? Offensive? I only thought that listening to my music quietly with my earbuds on was allowed because everybody else was doing it including the people who have a problem with it.
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§353 · November 17, 2007 · Headaches, Work, You're really pretty fucking stupid sometimes. · 2 comments ·

Sometimes

This is completely unrelated to the last entry, by the way.

Sometimes I feel like I’m trying to teach smart and sensible to a world of stupidity. Like how something comes off as so easy to my dense brain and yet people still don’t get it. They look at me like I’m speaking in a highly evolved form of English,or something.

Its rude telling people to do something where the only instructions they get are “okay, just give me the link when you’re done” and “a forum to throw pictures in and one for conspiracies”.

I think its stupid how people are flipping out because they’ve “lost” the side-scroll buttons when all they had to do was to shrink the window a little bit. Why in the hell did you need that side scrolling there anyway?

Or when people are in a panic because they’ve lost an icon on their desktop that they didn’t use in the first place and that making a shortcut to the button gives you a “different” program. And that the original icon, is in fact, in the recycle bin because they accidentally threw it in there.

It makes me kind of ashamed that I’m of the same species.

§215 · July 1, 2007 · Uncategorized, You're really pretty fucking stupid sometimes. · (No comments) ·

I can’t help it if you’re of an incurable form of stupid.

I’ve had the longest week in the world.

No thanks to you.

I’m really tired.

And I don’t wanna hear your dumb antics on how you can “help”, because everyone’s so trusting of a stranger whose only strength you can see online are the choice of words he uses. Because everybody really wants to hold your hand and skip through fields of flowers with you just because you think you have something in common.

And I’m really fucking annoyed.
And you’re pretty fucking dumb sometimes. With the way you’re arrogant and insecure at the same time. I mean, your intentions are good. But come on. This is Los Angeles. This is 2007. Who is really going to believe that your intentions are anything but honest?

Its a Friday night. Can you please just leave me alone for this one time?

Out of patience,
Karen

And to the rest of you: Does it look like I’m sooooooo terrified of asking for help? I’ll ask for your help if I need it. I’ll ask for your input. Or you could ask me if I’d like to hear what you’d have to say. But until then, could you please stay out of my business? I’m not so dumb as to walk into a complete disaster with my eyes wide open at the same time. Trust me.

And to another certain you: Stop harassing my mother. You’re all in your fucking middle ages and you’re acting like me. I’m pretty sure that says something on your character. However, I’m allowed to act like a giant ‘tard because I’m 20 and its in the job description. But you? You’re acting like a child. And yet, for some reason, you think that people should look up to you as their superior? Get a clue. If you’re going to accuse my mother of things she never did, talk shit about her behind her back, get pissed at her because you think she’s mad at you for talking to somebody she doesn’t like (3rd grade much?) — then guess what? You’re in no position to act like anybody’s superior. You’re an elderly. I get it. You’re older than me, I get it. But in no way does it mean that you’re at all better than my mom (or anybody else, for that matter) is.

Don’t make me wipe my ass with your paperwork. D:

§126 · March 23, 2007 · Uncategorized, You're really pretty fucking stupid sometimes. · 1 comment ·