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More fun with Atlanta drivers…

I dunno if this is isolated to Atlanta, but, hey, it’s where I reside and (unfortunately) drive…

Okay, well first I guess I’m assuming that people actually READ the signs on the road. Which, in this case, I dunno, but it seems like they do because of their behaviour. So why is it that some drivers seem to understand the bright orange construction sign that says “LANE CLOSED MERGE LEFT” as “SPEED UP IN THIS EMPTY LANE AND CUT EVERYONE OFF BEFORE YOU HIT THE HUGE BARRELS”? I mean, come on, people, you have to see the huge line of cars queued up in the left-hand lane, right? Again, I think maybe I just expect too damned much. Apparently so. I only wish I had a truck… and the balls… to do what this one dude– my HERO– did yesterday… sit in the middle of both lanes and block the self-centered pigs from doing their dirty little dance all over the faces of their fellow citizens.

I really wish I had a helicopter. Damnit.

Road Rage

It’s taken me a long time–and considerable effort– to come to terms with Atlanta traffic and drivers.

My experiences yesterday and today have seemingly obliterated all the coping skills I’d acquired for dealing with this city’s signature assholes. You know who you are. And fuck you. You are not special. You don’t need to be such pricks. But you are. And I loathe your existence.

I nearly reached my breaking point when I commuted to and from lunch today. The first thing was when I was trying to park at Taqueria Sundown, which can be a total nightmare. When I arrived, there were no open spots, so I was sitting in the lot waiting patiently for someone to leave. Lo and behold, two people came out and started towards their car. In the time I’d been waiting, two additional cars had backed up behind me, also waiting for a spot. Well, Mr. Dickhead who’d arrived after me decided that, first-come, first-serve be damned. Yes, folks, he stole my goddamned parking spot. I took a deep breath, pulled away so I didn’t ram my car on top of his, and I drove around until I eventually found an open spot.

The second incident occurred when I was waiting on Peachtree Road to turn left into my office. As is typical, another car pulled up behind me to turn in as well. When there’s finally an opening in the traffic for me to turn, the fucking whore behind me decides that she doesn’t have to wait for me to turn first. She fucking cuts me off and turns, leaving me completely fucked… and utterly pissed.

If I had seen her car in the parking deck, I was fully prepared to key it. I’ve never done such a thing, nor have I ever been so inspired to do so. More and more I realize that people are completely self-involved, and most people can’t be bothered to even consider the fact that other people exist and have emotions. I can actually understand now what fuels people to open fire on other drivers. If I had a gun, I wouldn’t necessarily shoot a person. Nah, I’d be fucking taking out tires left and right.

So, all you Atlanta assholes (not everyone, but a large percentage), fuck you! Pull your head out of your ass and just be fucking civil. I never realized that simple request was so much to ask.

Do NOT ever get an AT&T Universal Card

Okay, so if someone has a good experience with a company, they’ll tell a friend. If they have a bad experience, they tell 5. Well I’m not just someone, so I am trying to tell at least a few hundred… over time.

Don’t ever, ever get a credit card with AT&T Universal card. I’ve had credit cards with (too) many companies, and they have given me the run around time and time again for stupid shit. The final straw? I missed one payment by 8 days, then made an immediate payment over the phone. They decided that my penalty should be a $40 fee and taking my interest rate from 12% to 30%! Yes, worse than a goddamned store credit account. Ok, so here’s the rub: I closed this account in May. Apparently, because this account is closed they cannot change the interest rate down. That’s what the lovely customer service rep informed me of. So, until I pay down the account in full, my interest rate is 30%. Fuck me, and fuck AT&T Universal.

Tell your friends.

Having One of Those Weeks

Man, I am just having a hell of a week. Things were pretty great overall for the past couple months, and then WHOOSH! Everything goes down the toilet. Well, to be fair, not everything has completely gone to hell. It’s just a lot of crappy things seem to have befallen me with the start of this week.

Even now, I’m not even finishing typing my goddamned post… but I managed to hit something that made the post submit as-is. So I am still working on this post… if you’re reading it now and this is the last paragraph break, then come back for all the side-splitting excitement.

Yes, I AM in a mood. If you have a problem with it and don’t care to read my rant, then go somewhere else. The faint of heart need not continue. So what the fuck is my deal, then? Shall I continue on in utter abstraction ad nauseum? Certainly not. Well, let’s see… for starters, my boyfriend left town on Monday, which kinda sucks. Not sure what his plan is, but I hope that I we can figure all that out. That’s one thing I’m pretty guarded about, folks. Current relationships. I just don’t like to divulge too much of what I am thinking/feeling/etc. I would hate for my significant other to catch wind of something I posted via the gossip train, particularly if it were out of context. Plus, I just have issues in general with revealing too much/too little in romantic relationships, so that chip on my shoulder holds me back. Needless to say, my point is… my man is gone, for now at least, and it sucks.

What else, what else? Well, I managed to plan my finances poorly and blow through my paycheck over the weekend. I had been very on top of my finances and budget before I switched jobs, but I hadn’t taken the time to update my budget or keep track of my spending/bill paying once I started my new job… plus I started dating the guy I am with now around this time… and going out a lot more… so my spending has been a bit unbridled. Without thinking, I paid a bunch of my bills… then realized that I’d missed a payment on one of my credit cards. Not only did the bastards make me pay the missed payment, the current payment, and a late fee… but the fuckers raised my APR from a decent 10% to a ridiculous 30%. Something about that is just wrong. Clearly, I am having some, albeit limited, issues with making my payments on time. So I screw up once… and you completely fuck me over. Let’s see, this poor young girl is so broke she missed a payment. Hmm, let’s anally rape her for all she’s worth and more. So, not only do I have about $0 to live on for the next week and a half, now I have to desperately try to get a new credit card (if possible, given my credit rating) or seek out a consumer credit counseling agency. I think I am going to attempt the latter.

Okay, well it looks like lunch time is over… I’ll try to continue this lovely rant at a later time. Any advice would be great… or even shared stories of woe and financial torment. Peace for now.

Afternoon Addendum:
To add insult to injury, my favorite jeans (and the only ones that actually fit comfortably right now due to my recent binge of drinking, eating junk, and not exercising) have sprouted holes and are refusing to accept the patches that I’ve ironed on in a futile attempt to save this ever-so expensive, stylish item of clothing that’s becoming a commodity in my wardrobe. [see my post from yesterday re. hating clothes because (a) I spend too much on them (jeans in particular) for them to tear up faster than any Levi’s I could beat the shit out of, and (b) because my fat ass isn’t fitting nicely in my wardrobe so I hate all my clothes in general]. Fuck.

I hate clothes

My stupid new (only 2 months old) black pair of slacks from the Gap are already sprouting a small hole near the back pocket for no apparent reason.

My favorite (designer) jeans always manage to sprout holes. I patch them until I can’t patch them anymore.

My favorite Corduroy jacket has sprouted a hole at the elbow of my right arm.

For this and other reasons, I hate clothes. But I have to have them and wear them. And part of my problem is also that I’ve had quite a time lately drinking lots of beer and Jager, which means that half of my clothes don’t fit as I’d like them to. So that’s a bitch, too. Clothes suck. I wish I could wear a fucking uniform… of my own creation, I suppose… I guess I *could.* I just need to find some slacks that don’t rip and some decent style shirts I don’t have to iron. But man, do I want to do that? Grr. It’s a struggle.

Why do people want to marry me off already?

So, I went home this past weekend to spend time with my parents and celebrate my shared birthday with my mother… it’s actually on Thursday, but I have plans with friends this weekend, so we celebrated together on Saturday. In telling people that we were celebrating our birthday, people asked how old I was turning. On more than one occasion, when I told people I was 25, they later asked if I was married. In fact, in just talking to people, I was asked if I was married more than once. When I responded no and added that I didn’t have a boyfriend either, people seemed shocked. They even asked “why?” How is one supposed to respond to that? “I’m an unwanted freak, that’s why!” I dunno. I just want to know why everyone except for me is in an apparent rush to pair me off with someone. Does that make it easier to understand me? Because why on earth would anyone want to be single, right?

Annoyances, part deux

So, writing about things that annoy me is fun, particularly because there are so many annoying things in the world. I also tend to be my most animated when writing about such things… I wrote a paper in ENGL 1101 about my experiences as a Photo Lab Technician that was so animated my professor decided to read it aloud… Anyhow… I mean, I know of two people tops besides me who ever actually read this, so I guess it doesn’t really matter… Yep, I am prattling on and on… Back to my point…

Working in retail brings up a whole slew of annoying things. While I won’t get into specifics now, I’ll give a couple of general annoyances that have rubbed me the wrong way lately.

  • Having too many choices is annoying. Two examples– first, I stood in the aisle of the grocery store for 5-10 minutes last night trying to pick some salsa. There are simply too many options. I don’t understand why we need 20+ options for SALSA. I’d like 6 tops– regular and chunky, each in mild, medium, and hot. Why are there SO many freaking kinds of salsa? Based on my attempt to pick one, they all appear to have the same or similar ingredients. I was so overwhelmed by the options that I gave up. I left with no salsa. Second, a gentleman decided to shop late at the store where I work… He was the last person I checked out. I was ready to wrap up so I could stock the shelves, clean, and go to the grocery where I could be overwhelmed with salsa options. Dude wanted a card game that included craps. Well, we had two different card game suites– by the same company– with no obvious difference between the two. I checked Amazon.com, and they both had similar ratings. The guy stood there examining these boxes, paralyzed by the fear that he’d choose the wrong one. See, we can’t take back software that’s not defective for pirating reasons and such. It took Coolio 5-10 minutes, which felt like 20 minutes, to pick one of the games over the other. I wanted to scream. Too many choices with no obvious differences. Overload!
  • Without getting into a discussion of religion right now, I’ll say this: the holiday season to me is not about the birth of Christ. It’s about spending time with my family and giving them something back for all their love and support. So I hate the presumption that people make when they wish me a Merry Christmas. I know they mean well, but what if I were Jewish? Just tell me to take my Happy Holiday and Shove It, but please don’t tell me to have a Merry Christmas. I guess that’s a small pet peeve, not such a major annoyance. Still, it’s annoying to me.