2 posts tagged “obnoxious”
This is my impression of one of the many friends I have named Eric:
"Oh hey, Molls? Taking your first nap in three months? OK. I'll leave you alone and just call your cell phone twice instead. I really don't want to disturb your sleep, so I'll just Google chat, IM and email you a few times, too. I'll also send you a scholarly essay I wrote when I was drunk about the company you work for. Oh! And don't forget this hilarious LOLCat I made of my dog. Hilarious? OK, I mean 'kind of hilarious'. Fine, I mean 'not funny at all'. OK, well, other than that I can't think of what else I may need to communicate to you in a twenty-minute span, so I'll just let you get that rest I know you need. Call me back?"
Strangely enough, he is still one of the few people on the planet that I enjoy spending time with. Probably because I'm a sleep deprived mess.
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.
