So the eBay bitch opened a dispute, saying I didn’t pay. I responded to her dispute.. she didn’t.. and now I have TWO unpaid item strikes on my account.
This. bitch. is. going. to. die.
I keep my emails. Not only can I prove I paid, I can prove she refunded AND apologized.
Freaking eBay punk.
(It’s been a long day.. she has, once again, picked the wrong day to mess with me.)
It’s still snowing and last night we got about six or so inches.
Our vehicles have been plowed in by the plow man.
We watched the Oscars, and while I’m happy for Scorsese, I was a little bored overall.
Good friends of ours got in a head-on collision last night, with a kid who crossed the median while bending over, looking for his cellphone. Fortunately, they’re OK, but our other friend took the 911 call and sent our other friend, J the EMT, to the call. It was scary.
I found this weirdness the other day and it made me laugh.
She refunded my money. (and nope, I’m not getting what I purchased)
She also wrote me a couple of more emails, since I was so negative and cruel to her.
Yeah, I know, I’m confused too.
Apparently my calling her a “child”.. she was acting like one… was one of the many cruel and negative things I said to her. She also made sure to point out that she had found out that I had, had a shipping problem before.. which made me chuckle, since the person before HAD shipped it to the wrong address and never responded to emails, so I had left a negative comment (of course, they then left a negative comment, claiming I never contacted them, but since I had the emails in the eBay system to prove I had emailed them several times to confirm shipping, nothing came of it).
(Bear in mind, this comment was in response to count ’em FIVE emails where she was obnoxious, including telling me how I had made a mistake with my mother’s address and given her two cities and etc., and I only responded once and said: “Actually, you can use either city for her address, but eBay only accepts one as a verified address. So, child, I was doing you a favor.”
Yeah, I know, I shouldn’t have. I exasperated the situation and yes, after I sent that email I realized calling her a child was stooping to her level… I know, I KNOW already.)
For a minute, I was tempted to actually respond, but then I realized that was what she wanted. And it really makes more sense to ignore petulance than to reward it with a response.
Still.. holy god, this girl was insane. And of course, I learned a very important lesson.
Don’t eBay whilst angry.
Don’t talk to eBay people ever via email.
Don’t stoop to their level.
And most of all.. learn to let it go. (Not my strong suit and I probably won’t learn that lesson very quickly.)
I’m doing my taxes for 2006.. or rather, I’m putting together the stuff for the tax guy.
My credit card company has a “download your 2006 year-end spending summary,” so I’m using that to figure out just how much money I spent trying to save my old computer. 🙁
What I’ve found so far?
I spent $1,955.63 on gas. Dear SWEET GOD.
The bad part is that I know it will be worse this year. :((
Part of me wishes I had a rambunctious dog or adorable child, or even a super irritating boyfried.
Because then I would have something to write about.
Instead, the days go by swiftly, with nary a qualm.
And so I am reduced to fighting with people on eBay and debating blogging about a new falafel place that opened (oh my god, so amazingly good), the fact that we spent most of Sunday at the Cape (where the Porkchop and J’s boyfriend got totally drunk and debated killing a very bad Irish singer… who was singing TV theme songs) and how bloody fucking cold it is.
See? See why I haven’t blogged lately?! MY LIFE IS BORING!
Yesterday I had a bad day, for dozens of reasons, and then I had a problem with a girl from eBay.
Sigh.
And so, feeling quite wronged (not entirely because of her, but at least in part), I posted all about it.
Then I took it down.
But when I woke up this morning, I changed my mind and decided to go ahead and leave it up, mainly because I don’t want to censor myself, but also because while I was sharp with her toward the end, I don’t think I was wrong.
I’m fun, hmm? 😛
I really can’t believe I forgot to post this the other day, when it would have been oh so fitting, but ah well, better late than never.
I first heard about The Dresden Dolls on NPR about a month or so ago, and positively fell in love with their sound.
In particular, Backstabber (yes, I know, oh the irony) has this brilliant part at the end where the voice of the lead is just incredible.
Now technically, her tune isn’t the same as my tune, but it does have a particularly appropriate chorus:
backstabber! hope grabber!
greedy little fit haver!
god, I feel for you, fool…..
shit lover! off brusher!
jaded bitter joy crusher!
failure has made you so cruel….
rotten to the core
Anyway, I actually got several of their songs and they’re all really strong, so yeah, spread the love of the Dolls. 😀
For the first time in six months last night, I had to sleep by myself.
And let me just say… that completely sucks.
Especially in the freaking winter in freaking New England.
The Porkchop is back West, handling the rest of his life, and will be gone until Sunday.
Which basically means all sorts of parties and drinking and dancing in the streets for the next three days.
Or ::cough:: rather, all sorts of snuggling in blankets with coffee while reading and watching girl-y movies and POSSIBLY making cotton candy and not watching any sports at all.
Oh the bliss.
So I’m catching up on my blogs, and I’m reading this, and all I can think is “a dozen of our most relevant war plans?”
We have a dozen? and They’re relevant?
Who came up with them?
What do they include?
Bearing in mind, this piece is about the Pentagon’s Doomsday Plane, so we’re assuming here that the USA is getting seriously attacked, probably via nuclear bombs, so what, did they come up with a dozen plans to launch our own nukes?
I mean really, a dozen? We don’t need that many.
Plan 1: Launch all nuclear weapons at threat, laying waste to the entire country.
Plan 2: Go home.
