This is only for those who responded to my "Gamer Girls Gone Jackass?" post, accusing me of being mysogynistic.
Honestly? I think you're all insane.
Me: I believe nearly all the women in my life have gone out of their way to make my life a living hell.. there were some girls in a gaming store that were totally rude to me- You: OM GEE! WOMANIZING WHORE! Me: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that. I did not have a tone with these females. You: THEN YOU MUST BE GIVING OFF BAD VIBES. Me: Er, noooo... if I did I still didn't deserve to be treated as so. You: YOUR BODY LANGUAGE WAS OF A CONDESCENDING VIBE!!!1!!!!!111!111!11 Me: I was wearing a full body costume that showed none of my body or it's language. You: THEN IT MUST BE IN YOUR VOICE.
-How dare you call the clerk a clerk? -You have to make sure you do not offend people with anything you do (er, OK, very nice thought... I wish you were in the real world and not floating on Cloud freakin' 9.. O_O). -OMG! JUST BECAUSE SHE WORKS IN A GAMING STORE DOESN'T MEAN SHE SHOULD KNOW THE NEW RELEASE DATE OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT: BURNING CRUSADES EVEN THOUGH IT'S BEEN ANTICIPATED GREATLY FOR ABOUT @-# YEARS... PROBABLY MORE (HELLO! KNOCK KNOCK ANYONE HOME?!?)... EVEN IF A SUSPECTED DATE IS LISTED ON THE STORE'S OWN WEBSITE!!
I'm not even going to repeat some of the nonsense I've had spouted at me by you bunch of extremists. I mean, really, there are other issues in the world that you should worry about other than some girl that is terrified of women (which btw, you're not helping).. why don't you go yell at corporations about the pay rate women get for being a woman? Oh I suppose that is too much work for you, right? Instead you insist on pouncing on anyone who so much as mentions their past with women.
Furthermore, what is UP with you all screeching at ANYONE who posts something on here? I've read some of the other posts and the ---QUITE A FEW--- (NOT ALL! JUST SOME!) of the people in this community are just rude as hell. It's like you sit up at night waiting for something to yell at. I must ask myself while contemplating all of this.. is this how you are with employees? I mean, really, if you are THIS nit-picky about body language then you freaking suck. To get offended over something so subjective is insane. You'll have a heart attack by the age of 32. It's silly. It's crazy... and then I begin to feel bad for any guys you have, are, or will be dating in the future. Especially your husbands, good God. Just because you think someone's body language meant something does NOT mean it actually did.
The only your stupid whining has done is make that much more terrified of women. Ick. Get AWAY from me. Now instead of being terrified of 80% of the world's women, I am now terrified of 90%. Good job, geniuses. Would you like a cookie.
I've come to conclude that you all must be exactly who I am speaking of because you seem like catty, stupid bitches with no lives. Why don't you take your extreme insecurities and go get therapy (as I was told, wtf). NO ONE is after you. And if you REALLY are convinced that everyone is out to get you then why don't you go make a difference? Ya know, vote? Protest? Write to your legislator?
I am leaving this community. A lot of the people here are cool as hell and have some sense about them, but this is ridiculous. "THE SKY IS BLUE AND NOT PURPLE! IT MUST BE TRYING TO OFFEND ME!!!!!!!!" I suddenly have a vision of my good friend's baby cousin screaming and pitching a fit on the floor.
YOU all should probably stop making yourselves victims of non-existent crimes. Boo hoo, you're a woman and everyone is out to get you. Please.
A few people suggested that I obtain a copy of my records from him, not for another doctor but for myself. I've been looking, but I can't find a law that states that I am legally entitled to a copy of them from him for my personal use. [I know that I cannot hand deliver a copy of his records to a new doctor, but I'd like a copy of them for myself.]
I've been trying for weeks and just two days ago was finally able to actually TALK to someone in that office [I'd left several messages/emails, all of which went unreturned] and signed a form to release them to myself. However, since signing said release, the doctor has decided that he won't provide me with a copy after all. I was lead to believe that I would be able to get a copy from the receptionist the day I drove out of my way to sign the goddamn paper and now I can't?
Right now my parents and I are vacationing in Arizona. The other day, we did the tourist thing and went to the Grand Canyon. While we were there, we ate lunch at one of the lodges. I decided to make lunch my main meal of the day, and ordered their artichoke alfredo.
This was a very expensive, old, and snooty place, and the service was, frankly, terrible. Now, we don't like overly friendly servers, but they shouldn't be cold and disapproving. Our waitress' assistant, who's job it was to go around filling waters and bringing small things, totally forgot to refill our waters, which wasn't good, since I don't drink anything else. (I'm a bit of a water addict.)
Then the bread came, with no butter. My mom had to try to catch our waitress' eye and get her to bring us some. Eventually, the rock-hard, straight from the freezer, disks of butter got to our table. The bread wasn't even all that great.
When the food came, I noticed something amiss. My dad had ordered a pastrami sandwich, which looked nice and large, my mom had ordered the "Navajo taco", basically a taco salad with fry bread underneath, and there was tons of that. My alfredo, on the other hand, was dinky. I thought "Oh, well, it will be great, and Mom probably won't be able to eat all of her food anyway."
I took a bite of the garlic bread on the side of the bowl. It was stale. It was rubbery. I tried the alfredo. It was totally bland, the tortellini overpowered the sauce, and the bits of prosciutto were practically invisible.
As I ate the tiny amount I noticed my dad taking the bread off his sandwich. They had coated the bread with extremely spicy mustard that wasn't listed on the menu. I ended up eating his bread for him.
My mom's meal was the best of the three. It was actually quite good, with no lurking mustard or stale bread.
We were all quite annoyed with the place and the bad service, and gave the waitress a slightly diminished tip.
If you are ever at the Grand Canyon, DO NOT eat at El Tovar lodge. (At least I THINK that's the name. I don't care enough to look it up.)
You'd think that a major shipping company would be able to ship blank labels to a corporate client without much trouble. You'd be wrong. First they couldn't overnight them. Which, wha? We offered to pay extra, but still no go. So, fine, we bought labels from another vendor that could overnight them as a stopgap. Then the batch of labels from the shipping company doesn't arrive when it should, and they apparently can't explain why. Tracking? Nope, that's not available either. And oh, when they do finally arrive, we discover that the glue they use for both the beginning of the roll (easily discarded) and the end (not so easily) gums up the thermal printer which they gave us.
I could also talk about the crappiness of the shipping software, but that's rather common across all shipping companies I've found.