Not working as a result of SNOWPOCALYPSE: Day 4

Okay, today is bullshit. I went out driving yesterday, and sure, it’s hazardous in some spots, mostly near my home, but it’s definitely not impossible to get to work today. I’ve been calling my current place of work repeatedly, and as indicative by the lack of pickup at the reception desk, I have to assume that they’re closed, or at least only the overzealous who don’t live far are making it in, working independently. Yesterday, I drove around, and yes, it’s hazardous in some areas, but it’s by no means impossible to get around and about. Four fucking straight days of non-work (as of now), and I’m officially peeved about it.

In a bit of unintentional humor, while watching the news all morning long, gauging the condition of the streets and highways, I learned that it must suck to be the “social media coordinator” for Fox 5 Atlanta, when it comes to acknowledging birthdays of children in a city that’s like 97% black. It’s literally like the scene from Office Space where the Bobs can’t pronounce Samir’s last name, culminating in the classic “not gonna work here anymore” drop.

Happy birthday to Caden L, age 11!
Next up is Dee… on-tay W! Age 12. (D’ontae)
And then we have a happy birthday for…Kuh-lay-ee H, age 10 (Kalei)
Happy birthday, Lacy H, age 13.
Birthday wishes go out to…Shay…Quin-cee-ya W. (Shay’e-Quincya)

And finally, happy birthday to…Duh…zan-nee M. (Dazhan’e)

Seriously, it’s good that you don’t actually see his face when trying to read these names, because I’m sure he’s got the most irritated and agitated look on his face at all these names containing more accent marks and random apostrophes than a Spanish textbook. It’s like parents deliberately name their kids these weird names for the deliberate purpose so that they’re easy to cyber-stalk or monitor them on Facebook because they’re legitimately the only names on the entire planet spelled in such asinine manners.

Not working as a result of SNOWPOCALYPSE: Day 3

Guess who’s driveway is the one with all the ice that has yet to melt on an incline?  Well, at least it’s not like I’m missing work because of it; there’s nobody at the office today, so it’s not like I could go there, and log hours in an empty office.  But man, this really sucks that this is currently three days in which I haven’t been getting paid.  I fear I might have to dip into my savings yet again to supplement some of my upcoming bills.

In other news, Capital One sucks.  Given my recent financial woes, I’m forced to lean on a credit card to get my car fixed, and just to get some breathing room, I figured it would be a good time to increase my limit; I was denied over the phone, with no definitive answer, and was promised one in the upcoming letter, ten business days later.  The letter arrived, and gave me the same lack of definitive answer.  My only theory is that I’m a “bad” customer, because my card up until recently, has been responsibly paid, zeroed out, and I’m not a frivolous spender who can easily be “trapped” into debt.  Either way, this morning, a courtesy call came from Capital One, asking if I was happy with them, to which I literally laughed at the phone, and told him my plight.  The phone representative made absolutely no effort to retain my business when I basically told them that as soon as I find another appealing offer, that I am transferring my remaining balance, and future money elsewhere.  I guess they don’t want customers.

Photos: SNOWPOCALYPSE

He is as far above bad weather, as bad weather is beyond us (humans).  Snowpocalypse has descended unto Atlanta, and blanketed this unprepared city in a lovely sheet of white snow.  The roads are unplowed, yet the ambitious, and/or stupid are continuing to go out and wreck their cars and/or abandoning them.  I have full confidence in my own ability to drive in winter weather, but that it is still predicated on some degree of the roads being plowed.  Unfortunately, I don’t have such confidence in everyone else, and their propensity to brake too much, and brake in front of/while on bridges, and cause catastrophe.  Sorry, I just got my car worked on a ton, and I don’t need it getting trashed already.  So needless to say, I’m not going to work today, thus giving me the time to take photos, and make exorbitant brog posts on the interbutts.  There goes eight hours of work that I could really, really use, but I’d rather not have some retard slam their car against mine today.

The news says the city has received five inches of snow.  I went outside and measured the snowfall on the table on my back patio, and I read five and a quarter.  And it’s still coming down a little bit.

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Magic, indeed

One of the biggest gripes I had when I got my car, aside from the fact that it turned out to be pretty lemony not even after a full year, was the fact that the two front rims were noticeably unsightly in comparison to the two rear rims. Given the fact that one of the cleaner of the two rear rims has been replaced with an even better conditioned, clean rim, it only exacerbates the hideousness of the front two. Conventional cleaning with soapy water and sponge are useless against the kind of blemishes on those rims – they were outright stains. A combination of ceramic brake pads, along with the kind of dust from the rotors that come from ceramics, combined with the heat of brakes, essentially baking the dust into the rims themselves led to some seemingly irremovable stains.

Muhammad Hassan promised that post-purchase, he would have his detailing guys set up an appointment for me and get the rims cleaned, but that never happened. I didn’t want to go all the way to Roswell just for detailing, and he kept flaking out and making up bullshit excuses that his guys were always booked, and I’m fairly certain he was aware of this factor. Either way, I gave up on the situation, regardless of how principally irresponsible that was; a 60 mile drive, in escalating gas prices land, for an uncomfortable situation, and uncertainty of getting resolved just didn’t seem like it was worth it.

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Hahahahahahaha.

Somewhere, there’s a really inappropriate joke about Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans, looters, and George Bush hating black people.  Whatever it is, I don’t know it, but suck it Saints.  So much for “doing it for New Orleans” for another year.  Losing to quite possibly the worst playoff team in the history of mankind might just want to make those who survived the hurricane that hit many, no-longer relevant years ago, wish they hadn’t.

SkyNet really does exist

But it’s not like in Terminator, where they want to end all of humanity.  Instead, SkyNet is content to just make the lives of humankind as miserable and annoyance-filled as possible.  The thing is, nobody knows this, but they don’t really go by the name of “SkyNet.”  They go by “traffic lights,” and their goal in their artificial lives is to piss off humanity as much as they can.  They’re sadistic like that, and it really is much quite worse.  Killing humans at least puts them out of their misery; stopping them at each and every fucking intersection known to man is a much more aggravating and painstaking endeavor.

Suffice to say, nothing sours my mood faster than driving on a country-back road/parkway, that actually has lighted intersections.  Even more so, when the SkyNets at all of them are programmed to be as beneficial as possible to opposing traffic, and as misery-inducing and pain in the ass for major traffic.  I got stopped at eleven out of twelve SkyNets on my way home from running errands.  After a while, I began dreading seeing friendly SkyNets, because that just meant they were going to turn heel on me as I approached.  At least the evil SkyNets, I knew were already on their upswing of turning good again.  Hence, the motivation to vent my frustrations on the internets where nobody is bound to see them.

Seriously though, just having gotten nice, fresh-new tires, and got my brakes all smoothed out and working great again, nothing is more rage producing than having to be on roads that let you get to the vehicul’s top speed, only for you to approach an intersection coming at 55-65 mph, for the light to turn yellow at the precise distance where you know you won’t be able to beat it without triggering any cameras, or command the attention of any police that happen to be present, so you’re left with no alternative but to really work out your brakes and come to a stressful halt, while a single Chevy Lumina chugs through the intersection, with their drivers so oblivious to how much I want them to veer off into a ditch and die for being on the road at the precise moment of least convenience for my ever-so important life.

I know it’s such a trivial, inconsequential thing to get pissed off over, let alone gain the motivation and momentum to segue into a brog post, but that’s what make us humans, we have irrational pet peeves.  Fuck you SkyNet.  May John Connors from all time lines be your eternal downfall.

Mobile brogging from Starbucks since I have nothing else to do

Gotta love car repair. If you don’t go somewhere at ass o’clock, then there is no chance you get service done the same day. Almost like trying to fly standby. But anyway, new wheel, new tires, and now brake work, and almost $800 (so far) credit card debt. But at least for the first time in ages, my car feels good again. Dare I almost say awesome. The axle/joint issues are still there, lingering, but for the time being, I have wait for my ass to stop bleeding before I delve further into debt.