So I've been pretty lazy lately on posting anything. I guess not being in school/on public transportation daily anymore gives me less shit to write about. Was gonna write about a dude with little man syndrome who followed me to work and said he was gonna kick my ass for "scaring him" as I passed by with my bike, or about the middle aged Asian dude in the bathroom at Union Station who from the time he unzipped to blow drying his hands had this death stare at me, but meh.
Maybe I'll have more to bitch about when the hockey season starts (Scratch maybe, DEFINITELY).
Here's a song...
Peace out.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
How UPS fucked me...
THIS FUCKING HAPPENED TO ME TODAY:
First of all, I've been tracking the progress of where the fuck my iPod is on the UPS website. They said it'd come on the 9th (yesterday). As of last night at 11:20 it was still in Hamilton. I wake up this morning and it says it's in Concord, Ontario. It hadn't been updated to say it was going out for fucking delivery yet.
Because I worked yesterday at 4, I sat around all day at home, NOT showering because I knew exactly when I hopped into the shower exactly what is shown in the pictures above would happen.
They say on the site that they will deliver anytime from 9 am to 7 pm. I set my alarm to 9 just in case they came as early as possible. 10:15 am, and it still says it's in Concord so I quickly hop into the shower. I come out, check the site...
10/09/2010 10:25
ADULT SIGNATURE REQUIRED TO SIGN FOR THIS PACKAGE; NOT DELIVERED; A 2ND DELIVERY
ATTEMPT WILL BE MADE.
I WAS IN THE SHOWER FOR FUCKING 15 MINUTES. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!!
And to top it off, I can't even go pick it up myself, I have to wait until Monday when the SAME SHIT will probably happen to me while I'm taking a piss, THEN I'll have to go pick it up.
Fuck you UPS, in the worst possible way.
First of all, I've been tracking the progress of where the fuck my iPod is on the UPS website. They said it'd come on the 9th (yesterday). As of last night at 11:20 it was still in Hamilton. I wake up this morning and it says it's in Concord, Ontario. It hadn't been updated to say it was going out for fucking delivery yet.
Because I worked yesterday at 4, I sat around all day at home, NOT showering because I knew exactly when I hopped into the shower exactly what is shown in the pictures above would happen.
They say on the site that they will deliver anytime from 9 am to 7 pm. I set my alarm to 9 just in case they came as early as possible. 10:15 am, and it still says it's in Concord so I quickly hop into the shower. I come out, check the site...
10/09/2010 10:25
ADULT SIGNATURE REQUIRED TO SIGN FOR THIS PACKAGE; NOT DELIVERED; A 2ND DELIVERY
ATTEMPT WILL BE MADE.
I WAS IN THE SHOWER FOR FUCKING 15 MINUTES. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!!
And to top it off, I can't even go pick it up myself, I have to wait until Monday when the SAME SHIT will probably happen to me while I'm taking a piss, THEN I'll have to go pick it up.
Fuck you UPS, in the worst possible way.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
More fun on the GO
So last night some friends and I hit up Puck 'N Wings downtown to see another friend we don't see too often.
Wings were awesome (I'd recommend the Mesquite) and the beer was cold. Jays won in extra innings too, so all in all, it was a pretty good night. However the HON candidate (hell, the straight up winner) of the night happened when we got on the last train home.
Now I've mentioned in the past a very entertaining pickup attempt dripping with failure earlier this year on the GO:
http://tbettz.blogspot.com/2010/03/swing-and-miss.html
...but this one takes the cake.
So we sit down and about a second before the train starts moving, this moderately attractive girl who I can safely assume sprinted to catch the train based on her being covered in sweat and breathing like she just finished a triathlon, sits down just a seat over.
Sitting directly across from her is a dude wearing a CNE employee shirt. Again, eavesdropping is something you're always told not to do but fuck it, we all do it anyway. So the conversation between them went as follows:
CNE dude: You were the Blue Jays game eh? How was that? (She was decked out in Jays gear)
Girl: *still struggling to find her breath*
CNE dude: Oh...guess I'll let you breathe...
CNE due: Would you like some water?
Girl: *shakes her head*
From this point I kinda stopped paying attention until one of my friends brought to my attention how the conversation was going.
They weren't talking and the CNE dude just got upgraded to creepy CNE dude as he was raping her with his eyes.
Now I guess I'll let out a pretty well known fact: If a guy sees an attractive girl, he checks out what she's got if you know what I mean. However, it's a subtle thing as to not come off like a fucking creep.
THIS guy was eyeballing every single pore from her ankles to her thigh where her shorts started. His stare looked similar to this:
Pretty much the only thing missing from the scene was him pulling his dick out to beat off.
Meanwhile, the girl was partially covering her face and looking away to the side where I got to see the look of sheer terror on her face.
My friend recommended we pretend to know her and get her to come over to empty seat we had but at this point she had gone to sleep so it wasn't like we could have asked.
Fast forward about 20 minutes later as she's leaving to get off at her stop (or to get away from Ted Bundy Jr.) and creepy CNE dude stops her to give her a stuffed animal.
"Here take this."
"No thanks...I...uh..."
"I thought you'd like it, it's a blue bird"
*random stuttering from trying to say no in every single way possible*
"Take it."
*girl gives us a bewildered look, takes it and Usain Bolts it down the stairs*
*Creepy CNE dude smiles and returns to his corner*
I may have suffered a permanent injury from biting down on my lip so hard so as not to laugh and possibly get shived by aforementioned creepy CNE dude.
(This is a shiv)
After he left, we talked about what might have happened if he got of on the same stop as her and concluded that she'd probably be on the news the next day or at least in a freezer somewhere.
Pretty sure she's not ever going to The EX again...
Think I'll pass...
Wings were awesome (I'd recommend the Mesquite) and the beer was cold. Jays won in extra innings too, so all in all, it was a pretty good night. However the HON candidate (hell, the straight up winner) of the night happened when we got on the last train home.
Now I've mentioned in the past a very entertaining pickup attempt dripping with failure earlier this year on the GO:
http://tbettz.blogspot.com/2010/03/swing-and-miss.html
...but this one takes the cake.
So we sit down and about a second before the train starts moving, this moderately attractive girl who I can safely assume sprinted to catch the train based on her being covered in sweat and breathing like she just finished a triathlon, sits down just a seat over.
Sitting directly across from her is a dude wearing a CNE employee shirt. Again, eavesdropping is something you're always told not to do but fuck it, we all do it anyway. So the conversation between them went as follows:
CNE dude: You were the Blue Jays game eh? How was that? (She was decked out in Jays gear)
Girl: *still struggling to find her breath*
CNE dude: Oh...guess I'll let you breathe...
CNE due: Would you like some water?
Girl: *shakes her head*
From this point I kinda stopped paying attention until one of my friends brought to my attention how the conversation was going.
They weren't talking and the CNE dude just got upgraded to creepy CNE dude as he was raping her with his eyes.
Now I guess I'll let out a pretty well known fact: If a guy sees an attractive girl, he checks out what she's got if you know what I mean. However, it's a subtle thing as to not come off like a fucking creep.
THIS guy was eyeballing every single pore from her ankles to her thigh where her shorts started. His stare looked similar to this:
Pretty much the only thing missing from the scene was him pulling his dick out to beat off.
Meanwhile, the girl was partially covering her face and looking away to the side where I got to see the look of sheer terror on her face.
My friend recommended we pretend to know her and get her to come over to empty seat we had but at this point she had gone to sleep so it wasn't like we could have asked.
Fast forward about 20 minutes later as she's leaving to get off at her stop (or to get away from Ted Bundy Jr.) and creepy CNE dude stops her to give her a stuffed animal.
"Here take this."
"No thanks...I...uh..."
"I thought you'd like it, it's a blue bird"
*random stuttering from trying to say no in every single way possible*
"Take it."
*girl gives us a bewildered look, takes it and Usain Bolts it down the stairs*
*Creepy CNE dude smiles and returns to his corner*
I may have suffered a permanent injury from biting down on my lip so hard so as not to laugh and possibly get shived by aforementioned creepy CNE dude.
(This is a shiv)
After he left, we talked about what might have happened if he got of on the same stop as her and concluded that she'd probably be on the news the next day or at least in a freezer somewhere.
Pretty sure she's not ever going to The EX again...
Think I'll pass...
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Best Buy Still Sucks and another reason I am a hypocrite.
Product replacement plans, extended warranty, whatever you call them are bullshit.
A few months ago, I bought myself some Apple iPod headphones. These ones to be exact:
Usually, I don't spend money on headphones over 15 bucks because none of them last very long. Which I don't quite understand because it's not like I fucking swim with them but whatever.
I got pretty sick of having to head to my local Best Buy every 2 months to buy new headphones because my shitty budget ones stopped working, so I shelled out 30 bucks (I'm a cheap fuck so this is a big purchase), on the aforementioned headphones thinking that if I actually bought some slightly more expensive ones, they'd actually last. When the purchase came, I was asked if I wanted to buy the Product Replacement Plan for 10 bucks.
Now I've been bent over and fucked with no lubrication by this very same Product Replacement Plan before but the cashier assured me that with a lower priced item like say $30 headphones, I could just bring them in and they'd replace them right there no problem.
Now for 10 bucks, I figure if anything went wrong with them in 2 years (or I could just make up something before it expired) I could bring them in and get a brand spankin' new pair. Done deal.
So fast forward a few months to today, and while lying in my bed this morning listening to my iPod, the left headphone shorts out. Why it's ALWAYS the left one with every single pair I get, I have no idea.
I instantly remember that I bought the Product Replacement Plan for this now piece of shit, and head to Best Buy to do just that, get them replaced.
Now rewind again to a year ago, where I was in a similar position with my $120 over-the-head headphones I used for school. The left side cracked and basically fell off. I head to Best Buy hoping I can get a replacement because I had some commercials to do the next day. They told me I needed to call some number on the back and they'll send me some papers to put in and on the box I put said headphones in and mail it to some depot in the States (why the fuck doesn't Best Buy CANADA have a depot in..umm..CANADA??). These papers will apparently cover the cost of shipping.
So I head to UPS and they charge me for some bubble wrap and to put it in a box. Best Buy won't cover that. Whatever.
They mail it off and I get a gift card for $120 bucks a few months later. Key words here: FEW and MONTHS.
I also get a letter from UPS saying that I owe them 30 bucks as shipping costs for sending it to somewhere I don't remember in the States. That letter went straight into the garbage.
Fast forward again.
So I bought yet another PRP because the girl at cash told me that I could have these replaced IN STORE.
I go today to do just that, and they tell me call the number, yadda yadda yadda.
So to the bitch who essentially lied to me months before, I hope you were/will be hit by a GO Train.
So because I'm absolutely broke, I'm going to have to go until my next cheque until I can listen to my iPod outside of my house again (I'm not walking around with over-the-head headphones), because I may or may not get my $30 gift card before the second coming of Christ.
Not even the headphones, a gift card, meaning I have to walk into Best Buy again and buy another pair and resist the urge to punch the cashier in the mouth when they ask me if I'd like to buy a Product Replacement Plan.
Here comes the part where I'm a hypocrite.
I work in a similar retail store where I'm required to at least try to sell other people extended warranties. So I have to try to get people to spend their money on something I rarely get myself.
Yeah, I'm one of those very people that make my job more difficult.
Other than these two incidents, I typically never buy into the whole extended warranty, replacement plan bullshit because:
1. I take care of my shit for the most part and
2. I'm a cheap fuck.
This probably why I'm so bad at selling those because asking someone if they'd like to get the extended warranty sounds like "would you like to be fucked against your will for a price?" to my ears.
Is it just me, or are we paying more for things of shittier quality nowadays?
A few months ago, I bought myself some Apple iPod headphones. These ones to be exact:
Usually, I don't spend money on headphones over 15 bucks because none of them last very long. Which I don't quite understand because it's not like I fucking swim with them but whatever.
I got pretty sick of having to head to my local Best Buy every 2 months to buy new headphones because my shitty budget ones stopped working, so I shelled out 30 bucks (I'm a cheap fuck so this is a big purchase), on the aforementioned headphones thinking that if I actually bought some slightly more expensive ones, they'd actually last. When the purchase came, I was asked if I wanted to buy the Product Replacement Plan for 10 bucks.
Now I've been bent over and fucked with no lubrication by this very same Product Replacement Plan before but the cashier assured me that with a lower priced item like say $30 headphones, I could just bring them in and they'd replace them right there no problem.
Now for 10 bucks, I figure if anything went wrong with them in 2 years (or I could just make up something before it expired) I could bring them in and get a brand spankin' new pair. Done deal.
So fast forward a few months to today, and while lying in my bed this morning listening to my iPod, the left headphone shorts out. Why it's ALWAYS the left one with every single pair I get, I have no idea.
I instantly remember that I bought the Product Replacement Plan for this now piece of shit, and head to Best Buy to do just that, get them replaced.
Now rewind again to a year ago, where I was in a similar position with my $120 over-the-head headphones I used for school. The left side cracked and basically fell off. I head to Best Buy hoping I can get a replacement because I had some commercials to do the next day. They told me I needed to call some number on the back and they'll send me some papers to put in and on the box I put said headphones in and mail it to some depot in the States (why the fuck doesn't Best Buy CANADA have a depot in..umm..CANADA??). These papers will apparently cover the cost of shipping.
So I head to UPS and they charge me for some bubble wrap and to put it in a box. Best Buy won't cover that. Whatever.
They mail it off and I get a gift card for $120 bucks a few months later. Key words here: FEW and MONTHS.
I also get a letter from UPS saying that I owe them 30 bucks as shipping costs for sending it to somewhere I don't remember in the States. That letter went straight into the garbage.
Fast forward again.
So I bought yet another PRP because the girl at cash told me that I could have these replaced IN STORE.
I go today to do just that, and they tell me call the number, yadda yadda yadda.
So to the bitch who essentially lied to me months before, I hope you were/will be hit by a GO Train.
So because I'm absolutely broke, I'm going to have to go until my next cheque until I can listen to my iPod outside of my house again (I'm not walking around with over-the-head headphones), because I may or may not get my $30 gift card before the second coming of Christ.
Not even the headphones, a gift card, meaning I have to walk into Best Buy again and buy another pair and resist the urge to punch the cashier in the mouth when they ask me if I'd like to buy a Product Replacement Plan.
Here comes the part where I'm a hypocrite.
I work in a similar retail store where I'm required to at least try to sell other people extended warranties. So I have to try to get people to spend their money on something I rarely get myself.
Yeah, I'm one of those very people that make my job more difficult.
Other than these two incidents, I typically never buy into the whole extended warranty, replacement plan bullshit because:
1. I take care of my shit for the most part and
2. I'm a cheap fuck.
This probably why I'm so bad at selling those because asking someone if they'd like to get the extended warranty sounds like "would you like to be fucked against your will for a price?" to my ears.
Is it just me, or are we paying more for things of shittier quality nowadays?
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Far
I welcome this pain
beating down on me
Is it your eyes
that choose not to see?
All I would do
if only you knew
All of my trust
was given to you
Oh, please, this is what I can give
What else do you need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever this is, this thing that now I've become,
you hate it so much, you keep on running from it
No matter the distance, no matter how,
no matter how far
I buried this hurt,
concealed in this heart
Go lock all your doors,
these cold steps will warm
Oh, please, this is what I can give
What else do you need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever this is, this thing that now I've become,
you hate it so much, you keep on running from it
No matter the distance, no matter how,
no matter how far
No matter how far
This is what I can give
What else do you need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever this is, this thing that now I've become,
you hate it so much, you keep on running from it
No matter the distance, no matter how,
no matter how far
No, no matter how far
No, no matter how far
No, no matter how far
No, no matter how, no matter how far
beating down on me
Is it your eyes
that choose not to see?
All I would do
if only you knew
All of my trust
was given to you
Oh, please, this is what I can give
What else do you need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever this is, this thing that now I've become,
you hate it so much, you keep on running from it
No matter the distance, no matter how,
no matter how far
I buried this hurt,
concealed in this heart
Go lock all your doors,
these cold steps will warm
Oh, please, this is what I can give
What else do you need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever this is, this thing that now I've become,
you hate it so much, you keep on running from it
No matter the distance, no matter how,
no matter how far
No matter how far
This is what I can give
What else do you need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever this is, this thing that now I've become,
you hate it so much, you keep on running from it
No matter the distance, no matter how,
no matter how far
No, no matter how far
No, no matter how far
No, no matter how far
No, no matter how, no matter how far
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