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I gesture imperiously and snarl something about banks

~ Bon Steele ~ 26 Comments

OTOH….
The song I am listening to makes me a ridiculous amount of happy. I am grooving in my little corner of the lab while the below lyrics bellow out of my speakers.


This Shit Will Fuck You Up

I am a bitch
How do you want me?
From behind?
Or on my knees?

I am a slut
Please hold me down
I’ll be your noise
This shit will fuck you up

Tra la, inDEED!

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Folks (plaintive note)…I know that I am supposed to be doing something tonight. What the hell is it?

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I am now officially pissed.

I went to check my bank to make sure that last night’s deposit was indeed where it was supposed to be. However, my bank’s online stuff is broken. In a huge can’t check anything at all sort of way. Plus, when I called the CSR line to talk to a rep, I was told that the wait would be “considerable” by creepy robot guy. Finally, I was able to get to the available balance. If the number is correct — then my raise didn’t go through like I was told it would.

*snarl*

There will be updates to let you guys know exactly how I am going to re-enact the whole Vlad the Impaler thing, mmkay?

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End of the Empire…

~ Bon Steele ~ 2 Comments

“Monkeys do too!”
“On the fucking floor! You got bananas? You Charlton? You got bananas?”
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Needed some Izzard after this morning’s commute into work.

Things were pretty good up 183 and Anderson Mill, crowded but sane(ish). However, as soon as I turned onto 620, I found out that was where they were (apparently) storing the imbeciles today. Stacks and stacks of people with nothing better to do than pick their nose and sit in long queues of vehicles. Or swerve suddenly from one lane to another. Then back again, into the same spot they had just vacated – for no reason at all.
Jesus bleeding bald-headed Christ…Seriously, if you are so lacking in skills that you do not know that the little stick on the left side of the steering wheel is a turn indicator (what we colloquially call a “blinker”) then you should Not. Be. On. The Highway. Plus, those signs? The ones with the “Speed Limit” generally followed by a number? Yeah, on the highway you should be trying to maintain at least somewhat near that speed. If not, get the fuckety-fuck out of the way.

It took me fifteen minutes to get from The Girl’s school (near the Parmer/McNeil area) to where Anderson Mill turns onto 620. It took me another twenty minutes to get from 620 down to 2222. Basically, my normally 30 minute (tops!) commute went for 40 minutes today. I know that ten extra minutes aren’t that much in the scheme of life. But I spent them sitting behind idiots and I will never get them back. *grumbles*