Make me a bicycle, clown!

I am cranky today.  Cranky because people are not dependable.  Because people lie.  Because I feel like I have to do everything on my own.  Because people are rude.  Because I want a nap.  Because I need chocolate.  Because people expect too much of me.  And because I just haven't had time for myself.

I'm sure you were all dying to know.

Serious moment: Do any of you ever feel like that?  Am I alone here?

Maybe I'm just a big whiny baby today.  But that's okay because this is my blog and I can whine if I want to, dammit.

In an effort to cheer myself up, I have been listening to "Popular" from the Wicked soundtrack.  On repeat.  All day.

Since I know y'all are all on the edges of your seats about this, here is today's jewelry collection:

1.  Earrings: from a little boutique here in Greenville, mayme baker.
2.  Watch: the usual Michael Kors.
3.  Ring: grey druzy stone set in sterling silver, from Tennessee.

I wish I had funny stories or anything interesting to say, but I don't.  Quick...someone entertain me!

Wait!  I do have a tiny bit of funny I can share.  I was driving the other day and got caught in an awful storm.  I'm talking sheets of rain, hail, lightning, thunder, the works.  I saw this moron jogging in the midst of all of this.  He had obviously planned it because he was wearing goggles.  That's right, goggles.  People are special.

You've all probably stopped reading this by now anyway.

The End,
A

I'm getting a divorce.

From my Blackberry.  Sheesh, calm down.  If you knew me at all, you'd clearly know that I'm not married, or anywhere close.

I've been a Blackberry gal since 2008.  Granted, that's not a very long time, but I've gotten very used to them.  I started out with a Curve and then graduated to the Tour.  I have had terrible luck, especially lately.  My BB Tour has been freezing, crashing, not receiving calls, not making calls, erasing my calendar (aka my life), randomly sending text message in the middle of the night that just say "))))", and it won't recognize my memory card anymore.  I've seriously had it.  I decided last week, after some serious phone issues when I was out of town, that I was going for my upgrade.  I was selling my soul to Steve Jobs and will add an iPhone to my collection of Apple gadgets.  Not as easy as it sounds.

I called Verizon Customer Service to confirm that I was eligible for an upgrade.  (I had called right after my trip to Las Vegas and had to have a technician walk me through a hard reset on my BB to hopefully clear up my issues, but that just made problems worse.)  I explained the situation to the Customer Service rep and  he told me that since I was so close to my upgrade date (May 10) that they would waive the $20 early upgrade fee if possible and that I could definitely receive my $50 credit towards a new phone.  I was hesitant to make the decision over the phone and decided that I would much rather go into the local Verizon store to do the deed.  That way, I could walk out that day with an iPhone.  I had to fly Mommy Dearest down to Tampa for some surgery at the beginning of last week so I waited until I got home on Wednesday to go to the Verizon store.  I walked in and that's where the trouble started.

I talked to the girl working and explained the whole ordeal and that I was there to get an iPhone.  She immediately turned up her nose at me.  She told me that Android phones were the way to go.  She let me try a Droid there in the store and I didn't like it.  I kept hitting buttons that I didn't mean to and I just didn't really like the interface.  I guess I'm just used to my iPad and I want something that I'm familiar with.  Sue me.  I politely told her thanks but no thanks.  She rolled her eyes and then tried to tell me that I had to buy a case and a car charger.  Do I look dumb to you?  Don't answer that.  The truth is, I had already picked out a lovely monogrammed iPhone case from somewhere else and I had an iPod car charger so I was set.  She didn't like that answer.  After all of that, she told me that she couldn't give me my $50 credit but suggested that I call Customer Service about it.

I called Customer Service (again).  I explained the situation (again).  They lady tried to tell me that instead of a $50 credit, she could give me $50 in free accessories.  I politely explained to her that that would not work for me.  Instead of giving me my credit, she was trying to make me "buy" $50 worth of stuff I didn't want or need.  I finally convinced her to just put the $50 credit towards my next monthly bill.  The downside to doing my device upgrade over the phone was that they were going to have to mail it to me.  She guaranteed me that it would be on my doorstep the very next day.  I can handle that.  I went home and very impatiently waited for my package to come.

It didn't come.  That next night, I called Verizon to get a tracking number for my package.  I tracked the package and it was set for delivery on April 18.  That Verizon lady needs a new calendar or needs to learn her numbers or something; the 18th is not the day after the 13th.  Just sayin'.  I called Verizon to complain, because at this point, my BB was actin' a fool.  The male rep that answered told me that I could just go to my local store and get a phone and then mail back the one I ordered as soon as I receive it.  Sounds easy.  I drive my little fanny up to Verizon (again) and explain my story (again).  The rep in the store laughed at me and told me no way.  I'd been lied to yet again and I was not happy.

On Saturday, I tracked my package with FedEx and saw that it was at my local FedEx sort facility.  I called and spoke to a female rep and said that I might be able to pick it up that day instead of waiting until it was delivered, but I'd have to call back in a hour and check.  I waited.  I called back.  The new rep told me that I could not pick my package up and that Verizon does not pay for Saturday delivery.
I fully admit that I am an impatient person, but that's not the big issue here.  The issue for me was the constant lying from various Customer Service reps.  I was really grumpy about this.

But...I just tracked my package...and it has been delivered!!!  Tonight, I will officially convert from the BB world to Apple.  And it will be glorious.

Has anyone else out there had a terrible Customer Service experience lately?  Or am I the only one with this kind of luck?  Tell me, I want to hear! (And I want to know that I haven't lost all 6 of my readers due to my lack of recent posts.)

Tweet ya later,
A

Welcome to Vegas.

Dammit, Janet. I got an email from Bank of America this afternoon that there was suspicious activity on my debit card. I figured that it was just the fact that I'd used my card at the hotel here in Las Vegas and the purchase had been flagged because it was outside of my normal purchasing area. Not. Some asshole hacked my debit card number and had made some test charges. I definitely never charged anything to Club Quarters. I checked the entry in my online banking and called the telephone number listed for the vendor and something very unexpected happened. Thenumber was for the Pennsylvania State Police. I told them the story and informed them that some company was stealing my information and they were listed as the contact. Luckily, Club Quarters had only charged $0.80 ton my card as a test charge and my bank caught it before they stole all of my money. However, I now have no access to my bank account until I get a new card next week.

Nothing like being broke in Sin City.

A

Do they even make LA Gear anymore?

I have arrived in Las Vegas!
I had a quick 20 minute flight to Charlotte, NC and then o had about an hour and a half to kill until my connecting flight left. I decided to grab some food at Salsarita's Express. Bad call. It was crazy expensive and the food was awful. Luckily, there was a gelato place right by my gate, so I was able to end on a yummy note. When I looked at my seat assignment on my ticket, I cringed. I was in a middle seat on a full flight. Damn. I was sandwiched between 2 large men, and neither one of them smelled particularly fresh/pleasant. Double damn. Then the pilot announced that we'd be flying against headwinds so our flight would be about 40 minutes longer. Triple damn. Sheesh...I hope I have better luck once I get to Vegas, or I'm going to be losing all my money in the slots. Just kidding. Kinda.
The large man on my right kept to himself (except for the significant portion of him rear-end that occupied my seat). I can't say the same for the man on my left. First of all, let me paint you a picture: This man was wearing a white LA Gear sweatshirt, white cargo pants, and some serious gold jewelry. When the flight attendant came by with the beverage cart, he asked for tomato juice. But he pronounced "tomato" like toe-maa-toe, like a jackass. He had a nasally Northern accent, so that made it even worse. And the smell of the tomato juice just added to his unpleasant aromas. To top that all off, he kept complaining that there was no in-flight movie. There weren't even screens. I politely nodded and inserted my iPod headphones for the next 5 hours.
It's been a long day and I am cranky. Can you tell? The 3 hour time difference isn't helping much right now, either. And I'm hungry.

Goodnight lovers.
A

They call me Mello Yello.

The past two weeks have been rough.  Work has been insane, and I feel like I've barely had a chance to breathe.  The migraines haven't really subsided.  Remember back on February 17 when I said I was migraine free?  Lie.  Shortly after I wrote the post, I got one.  For those of you keeping count, this is day 36.  Mother F.  They don't always last all day everyday, but that doesn't make them any better.

Yesterday was the day that I reached my boiling point.  I had a vent session with a co-worker and felt a little better.  I came back from to the office after being out with a client and I found this on my desk:

"A little something [Mello Yello] to help you deal with the [Airheads] in the world."  I love her.

My church recently started a Bible Study class on Thursday nights.  I attend a small church, so this is pretty exciting for me.  It's a class for adults (and I am clearly the youngest by almost a decade).  We are doing and in-depth study of Francis Chan's book Crazy Love.  I highly recommend this book.  I don't agree with everything Chan says, but he makes some really strong points.

I am awkward.  We know this about me.  I actually said the word "golly" the other day, as in "Oh, golly!"  I guess that's better than when I say "shit."  Or not.  

Head on over to my jewelry blog, Copper Alley, and see the necklace I'm rocking today.  I'm bragging.  You'll have to get over it.

Happy Friday!

A

Hi-yah!

Do you ever get really annoyed with someone and just want to karate chop them in the throat? Like really hard. Knock the stupid right out of their mouth. I have a growing list of people to karate chop. I'm in an extremely foul mood right now because of these people. Especially the cranky ones that bust up into my day and ask me what my problem is. Excuse me? I didn't have a problem until you started accusing me of having one. Thanks for making me cranky. And now that I'm thinking about it, I have a few things that are really chapping my ass. I won't go into detail because I need to cut my rage short if I want to have any chance of sleeping tonight. You, my lovely readers, are not on my karate chop list. Because you are awesome.

Grrrrrr,
A