January 26th, 2006


Laughable...but not if you're the owner. (edited)

I have been checking out the online listings for homes in my area of the city. I came across the following listing and busted up laughing. Who in their right mind would hire this realtor?

"Invester Alert.if you want to invest here you go. or If
you want to live up and rent down sure you can with 2
bed rooms m.i.l. illegal suite with seperated entrance.
new stuco . vacunt and ready for your imediate
poss.this is the only opportunity for you. Quit street
and very close to every thinh .All meas tbv by the
buyer agent.hurry won't last at this price.Please
show it and get on offer.go direct with no cbs. "

The spelling, punctuation and grammar makes a person wonder if this guy knows what he's doing.

EDIT: If you want to see the listing:

Walmart Self Checkout Hell

Night before last, against my better judgement, I hit Walmart after work. I had two prescriptions to pick up, and a handful of groceries. With my prior years of grocery checkout, and impending anxiety attack being there at that time of day, with two hungry kids, one of whom needs to potty, I head to the self-checkout lanes.

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Ok, so today it doesn't seem as insane as it did then. But I feel better just getting it out. Total time in self-checkout: 21 minutes.
Hipster Puppy
  • hicat

A Happy Ending!

And now, the conclusion to the ADV/FedEx Fiasco..

Well, after getting hung up on, and then talking to a guy last week who said he would get accounting on the ball, today a UPS truck drove up to our house and gave me my package. The guy on the phone had said that they had had a LOT of complaints about FedEx.

But yay! I have my Kaleido Star! I kinda wish it was $34 and not the DVDs, but they did in fact deliver the product. Just.. uh... very late. Three months late, to be nearly exact.

I'm happy enough. Although having to complain that many times to get any kind of service was annoying.
spn--trio eyes
  • nesmith

Dear Lady/Nurse at Quest Diagnostics this afternoon

I apologize. Really, I do. I had absolutely no idea that my presence at two in the afternoon was interfering with your intense discussion about soap operas with your officemate. It wasn't my choice to come there for a pre-employment drug screening, but evidently I'm still at fault for being a disruption. I'm sorry that I came to the window and signed in quietly, and I'm dearly sorry that I hadn't memorized in advance the layout of an office I've never been to before so that I couldn't see the clock that was inside and around the corner, and so had to intrude upon your most precious time and effort to tell me. I'm also sorry that my hearing wasn't supersonic enough to detect your barely audible "Come on back" so that you had to repeat yourself to me in a tone usually reserved for young children.

I'm just a big stupid idiot, obviously, because everyone should know that when presented with three shelves of identical cups, it's just logical to pick from the middle shelf. When I didn't do so I really did deserve to be snapped at.

My most unconscionable act, though, was not being able to pee into the cup the first time. This forced you into the herculean task of handing me a styrofoam cup and instructing me to drink from the fountain outside and try again when I really had to go. After all, you obviously had so many other people to deal with. Only, you know, not. I was the only one there. I'm sorry I can't urinate on command; I guess that's another thing Mom should have taught me.

Don't think I didn't hear you bitch to your officemate about how I left the door open. Oh, wait—you left it open and never told me to close it. I apologize; I guess my mindreading ability was off today.

I'm sorry you hate your job so much that you "didn't feel like dealing with patients today" and so ignored me when I was ready to try again. At least then I succeeded. I promise you, I was just as happy to get out of there as you were to see me go. You redefine the term "people person."