Just when I thought I had seen every episode of Roseanne I get treated to:
“Shower the People You Love with Stuff“, A boisterous baby shower and the return of Lecy Goranson as Becky cap an episode in which the Conners ready for another child. Darlene: Sara Gilbert. (Comedy).
OK, so I call Dell to find out whether or not my laptop was supposed to come with a Bluetooth card installed or not and after 4 minutes holding a thickly accented Middle Eastern man proceeded to talk about security, authentication and some other shite when I gave him my service tag.
Once I finally got him to send me through to technical support he had to first stop me and tell me:
“I see that you have not extended your parts warranty. Let me look up those prices for you so that you may extend it 1,2 even 3 years. Alright?”
“Um, that’s OK, I don’t want to extend the warranty.”
“OK then, thank you sir, hold one moment while I look those up for you.”
*sigh*
“OK sir, I have looked those prices up for you. To extend until 2011 will be $229.nn* after taxes. This will cover…”
*CLICK!*
So, note 2 things. The * is I forgot the change and the “click” is when I said screw it.
Take note of one last thing actually.
Which is odd when you think about it. Normally calling a company is the best way to get a reduced cost.
I hate Dell. And I hate grape squishee 7/11 accents… yeah you heard me…
Yes most of those words refer to the other and some redundancy exists.
I am complete. It only took me 30 years to figure it out, but I am now in entirety, complete.
It made me realize a few absolute things of this world that everyone knows when it comes down to it, but no one actually dissects its meaning and grasps the finer points of how backwards this world really is.
Which brings me to absolutely no further point. Thanks for tuning in.
I dunno’ that’s about it. I’m 30 on December 29th and yeah, it sucks. I guess.
OK, buh-bye.
As of 6 minutes ago, 6:25PM EST, I have declared myself in a (mini) Vow of Silence!
I’m doing it as an exercise in understanding my children better, learn to better think before I speak, and to take time to do things myself and stop relying on my children as static delegates.
Of course blogging (yeah, like I do so much) is not included in “the Vow.” Nor is writing and written school correspondence.
I’d say I’ll keep you updated — you being the whopping 2 people who subscribe to this blog and you being the 15-20 bounces I receive a day — but we all know I’m not capable of maintaining this blog on a routine basis.