4 posts tagged “assholes”
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I went to Boston College pretty much for free. I'm not going to act like I have the student loans built up the way some of my friends do... but I really don't have the means to be paying Boston College right now. They need to give me a fucking minute. Boston College getting my $2800 dollars is no so much my fucking concern.
Let me explain this to you... For four years I was told that everything I did there would impact me for the rest of my life. I had to get a good GPA, I had to pick the right major, I had to get the best professors with the most clout, because apparently this would have a great effect on my transition to the real world. The truth of that? Not one interview I have ever gone on has ever asked me to prove that I went to Boston College. No one has ever asked my GPA. Most of the things I learned from my concentration in Film could have been picked up by anyone who spent any amount of time in a creative office. I was more or less deceived into racking up these $2800 dollars in loans... so pardon me while I tell you that your check is on the way, Sandy from Williams and Fudge. Pardon me while I turn the tables on your fat face, cause it's going to be a hot minute before you get any more money from me.
Beside the fact that I feel lied to about the importance of college in my life, I also didn't head straight to Wall Street like a great deal of my classmates. I'm not selling my soul to pay them back. I'm working hard in a creative field to best capitalize on my skills in the long run. I think I have a much better business plan than all those Carol School of Management losers who probably have some sort of bank account set up that their student loans are deducted from. I can't set one of those up because any month could be the month where that charge goes through, I bounce a 200 dollar check and then spend the next month trying to catch up to bank fees. Suck my dick, Boston College. You will get my money when I am ready to give you my money.
I just dropped $400 dollars over the course of a 30-second phone call. Apparently if I don't finish paying off what I owe by July, I will effect Boston College's "federal funding"... I'm not worried about that. Why? Because when I was at Boston College, I worked as a fundraiser. I am well aware that any amount of Federal Funding they get is not going to be taken away by me, Molly McAleer. I also know that for every student they call who can drop 10 thousand dollars on a "donation" for a tailgating spot (a "prize" BC hands out to the top contributers), there were at least 20 mother fuckers I called who were a lot closer to being in my position. How's my credit? My credit sucks a dick. My credit is horrible. What I'm working towards is ultimately never having that effect me. No one cares if your credit sucks when you're willing to pay cash for your beach-front property.
Hey, Boston College Alumni Fund: Don't even fucking THINK of calling me right now. I worked for you. I know how it works. You TOTALLY have the balls to call someone who's ass you're riding in one direction for student loan payments and ask them to donate to the alumni fund... because you are a shameless organization. SHAMELESSSSS....
Go to Target first whenever you need anything ever.
I needed to replace the firewire I "accidentially took" when I was working for HBO, which was eaten by the firewire monster sometime this week. I'm still not sure exactly what kind of firewire it is, but I got the one I needed after a lot of unnecessary effort.
I went to Radio Shack in my neighborhood. The lady behind the counter laughed at me when I asked for a firewire. Some nice man in the store had heard of what I was talking about and took me over to the wires section. They didn't have any. The nice AND extremely helpful man who wasn't even a Radio Shack employee said that there was another Radio Shack at Vermont and 2nd and that I might want to try calling over there too see if they had it.
So I did. I called the place on Vermont and 2nd. Wanna know what they did? Laughed at me again when I said "firewire" and hung up the phone. I know, I know the words "fire" and "wire" rhyme. I know people probably aren't looking for video cable as much as they are batteries in Koreatown, I know that that request might stand out in your mind for a blink of a second as something that you may not have heard that day or in awhile... but to laugh and hang up? What level of retardation is going on over there? So, I'm furious, basically.
I called a friend and told him to go buy me a firewire and that I'd pay him back when he brought it to me. Because he's a better friend than I am generally as a person, he agreed to do this. He goes to a Radio Shack in his area and calls me from there saying that they only have 4-prong on both ends type dealies, which just aren't going to fly with my camera.
Ed and I went to go pick up his BMW from the repair shop last night, and after we decided to go check Best Buy for my cord and this movie he wanted. When we get there, I approach a female employee and show her my camera and tell her what I need. She says "let me see if we have it" and starts typing a bunch of shit into a computer at her workstation. I'm thinking to myself "We can't be more than twenty yards from wherever these wires are, why don't we just go look with our eyes?" She said that according to the computer, there were none left in the store. I asked her where the wires were, and she said "Why? Do you need you piece of mind?". I was all "Yes, actually." and she pointed to a rack about 10 feet away. Whore.
Ed says that she had an engagement ring on, which pissed both of us off, because not only was she a miserable employee at a mediocre retail store, but somehow someone decided that she was the woman they wanted to spend their life with. Un.fucking.believable. I'm in no rush to get married, but it's disappointing to see that she's getting snatched up before me. I decided that she probably has low self-esteem and/or her husband is verbally abusive/she got knocked up young and did the shotgun thing. OK, I take it all back, I feel bad. But I will say that when we asked her if she thought Target would carry the wires, she said "No. Target doesn't carry items like that at all."
That bitch was WRONG! I walked right into Target, asked for my cable and was out of there 10 minutes later having spent half of what I thought I was going to have to.
Target, you are the jam.
Tide is Turning - m4w
Reply to: pers-489572234@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-11-26, 12:05AM PST
I don't need you in my life just because I've invested so much time and
emotions in developing a friendship with you. I have been honest and
sweet to you and you have not enhanced my life one bit but actually
brought me down to your level. No more. Leave me the fuck alone. Unless
you want to apologize to me, don't contact me. I don't want to tell you
this because your fragile ego might not be able to handle it but
seriously, you need to change how you operate in the world. You know
exactly who this is. Adios dudette.
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Here's an idea, Crazy: Why don't you just accept that you clearly were in need of this lesson and stop being a bitter internet asshole. This is some of the most passive-aggressive shit I've seen in a bit. "I don't want to tell you this". Well, no-- clearly ya do! In fact, I think it's pretty obvious that whoever you're talking about's ego is nothing compared to your crippled self-esteem. If you were actually determined to say any of this to someone, wouldn't you contact them directly rather than take the high risk of the person you're writing to seeing this post in an obscure section of a website that most people go to to find an apartment? You've painted yourself to be a complete pussy, Son! No one can blame her for steamrolling you in precisely the way you inadvertently asked her to do. Take the word of my girl Oprah, "You teach people how to treat you." If someone screws you over, it's because you've allowed them to. That is an unfortunate reality.