...where at some point, I wind up literally HOWLING in rage/anguish/consternation/frustration/all of the above. But then I got over it, and that was that :-P
For starters, Metro Piece of Shit, my beloooovvvveedd phone service provider, decided not to tell customers explicitly about the network changes happening since the merger with T-Mobile. As a result, I was utterly clueless as to why my phone was having issues connecting to the network. On my way to find out, the strap on my brand new purse decided to completely rip off. Grumble grumble... and then I discover the only way around the phone problem is to BUY A NEW FUCKING PHONE. You fucking assholes, I was totally prepared to come in in a few weeks after my first few paychecks and get a new phone- I needed one, badly. The guy tried to tell me that the cheapest option was $90 flat for some phone I've never seen before... HAHAHAHAHA I was born in the morning, but not THIS morning! This made me briefly consider dropping MPCS altogether and going somewhere else, but I knew it would be cheaper to stay, especially because I just paid my fucking bill. So I went home and did some research, with my fella's help. We decided on a phone that would have cost 29.99 after the instant rebate- and it's a sweet phone too, the Kyocera Hydro. After calling around, the 125th store said they had it. Ok, cool! I had to head back up to Harlem anyway.
Of course, I get out of the train, and it's POURING. My shoes instantly soak it all up, which made it all the more uncomfortable. I slog to the store, and I am then told, "Ohhhhh, we must be out of it still, from last week..." SUCK A BOX OF COCKS YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SOMEONE SAID YOU HAD IT NOW WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?! Wound up going for choice number two, which was considerably more expensive, but also a good phone. Get on the bus, head to my place in Harlem... and cannot find my fucking keys. Upon inquiry, my fella informs me they're with him. Well, at least I didn't lose them somewhere, but FUCKING HELL. On top of all this, it's the first day of my period and I felt like DEATH. So I said fuck this shit... and came back to the 'wood. Had some Thai for dinner, some ale, and I figure I'll head back to Harlem tomorrow.
Days like this don't happen often, so I figure I'm safe for a while. Plus, I have a shiny new phone to play with, wheeee!
For starters, Metro Piece of Shit, my beloooovvvveedd phone service provider, decided not to tell customers explicitly about the network changes happening since the merger with T-Mobile. As a result, I was utterly clueless as to why my phone was having issues connecting to the network. On my way to find out, the strap on my brand new purse decided to completely rip off. Grumble grumble... and then I discover the only way around the phone problem is to BUY A NEW FUCKING PHONE. You fucking assholes, I was totally prepared to come in in a few weeks after my first few paychecks and get a new phone- I needed one, badly. The guy tried to tell me that the cheapest option was $90 flat for some phone I've never seen before... HAHAHAHAHA I was born in the morning, but not THIS morning! This made me briefly consider dropping MPCS altogether and going somewhere else, but I knew it would be cheaper to stay, especially because I just paid my fucking bill. So I went home and did some research, with my fella's help. We decided on a phone that would have cost 29.99 after the instant rebate- and it's a sweet phone too, the Kyocera Hydro. After calling around, the 125th store said they had it. Ok, cool! I had to head back up to Harlem anyway.
Of course, I get out of the train, and it's POURING. My shoes instantly soak it all up, which made it all the more uncomfortable. I slog to the store, and I am then told, "Ohhhhh, we must be out of it still, from last week..." SUCK A BOX OF COCKS YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SOMEONE SAID YOU HAD IT NOW WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?! Wound up going for choice number two, which was considerably more expensive, but also a good phone. Get on the bus, head to my place in Harlem... and cannot find my fucking keys. Upon inquiry, my fella informs me they're with him. Well, at least I didn't lose them somewhere, but FUCKING HELL. On top of all this, it's the first day of my period and I felt like DEATH. So I said fuck this shit... and came back to the 'wood. Had some Thai for dinner, some ale, and I figure I'll head back to Harlem tomorrow.
Days like this don't happen often, so I figure I'm safe for a while. Plus, I have a shiny new phone to play with, wheeee!
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