I hate it when I have to call people...and it ends up being a wrong number.
It's my job to call people mind you.
But here's my little rant about it.
DON'T FUCKING YELL AT ME WHEN SOMEONE ELSE GAVE ME THE DAMN NUMBER!
Jeesh, you people.
I never knew so many mean people existed. I mean, if I'm harassing you and telling you that it really isn't a wrong number and you can't tell me otherwise and I'll keep calling til I get the damn right person on the phone...then I can see you getting mad and screaming at me. But if I call just ONCE...don't harass your ass...and say sorry, tell me what the point is of getting seriously mad at me?
I hate those of you who do that.
PS: One man I called today put a big smile on my face. I love random answering machine messages.
At the end of him saying "I'm not near the phone right now..." blah blah blag, he said in a very low and soft voice, "the truth is out there..." I HAD to laugh at that. I mean, I never heard anyone say that on an answering machine before.
It's hot in Chicago. Too hot. I personally can not wait until Fall so I can wear my little hoodies and cover up my tummy and not be sweating LIKEWHOA. I would like to go to the lake a few last times before it does get too cold out.
I want like...5 tattoos right now. I need to draw them out. I think of things, and I never draw them out or write the ideas down so I'm sure I forgot a lot by now. Oh well... *shrugs*
It's my job to call people mind you.
But here's my little rant about it.
DON'T FUCKING YELL AT ME WHEN SOMEONE ELSE GAVE ME THE DAMN NUMBER!
Jeesh, you people.
I never knew so many mean people existed. I mean, if I'm harassing you and telling you that it really isn't a wrong number and you can't tell me otherwise and I'll keep calling til I get the damn right person on the phone...then I can see you getting mad and screaming at me. But if I call just ONCE...don't harass your ass...and say sorry, tell me what the point is of getting seriously mad at me?
I hate those of you who do that.
PS: One man I called today put a big smile on my face. I love random answering machine messages.
At the end of him saying "I'm not near the phone right now..." blah blah blag, he said in a very low and soft voice, "the truth is out there..." I HAD to laugh at that. I mean, I never heard anyone say that on an answering machine before.
It's hot in Chicago. Too hot. I personally can not wait until Fall so I can wear my little hoodies and cover up my tummy and not be sweating LIKEWHOA. I would like to go to the lake a few last times before it does get too cold out.
I want like...5 tattoos right now. I need to draw them out. I think of things, and I never draw them out or write the ideas down so I'm sure I forgot a lot by now. Oh well... *shrugs*
I'm back in my hometown in South Jersey for two weeks, so it seems like I've avoided a great deal of heat. Coming back this week, though. Hopefully it'll be cooler.
And I too am having trouble with tattoos. Mainly, I want some but cannot fucking decide what I want to be my first.
Nice to "meet" you and best of luck with the job, heat, and tats!