- Whoever keeps calling my cellphone from an unlisted number looking for some person named “Raven.” No she doesn’t live here. Its my cellphone, it lives nowhere.
- My co-worker who’s daily impression of a 1950’s typing pool makes me want to march over and take a hammer to his fingers. You’re a graphic designer for goodness sake, how can you possibly need to use the keyboard that much?? Oh wait, I forgot, I constantly see you writing War and Peace long messages using Hotmail. *shudder*
- My current horrifying neighbors who’s loud music woke me out of a dead sleep at 2:30am this morning. I can’t stomp on the floor to try to shut them up any longer because I’ve tweaked a muscle in my right knee from the repeated stompings of the past. So this morning I marched downstairs and I kicked their door until my foot hurt, then I screamed, and then when none of that helped, I went into the supply closet, got out the snow shovel and banged on the door with that. They still never responded or answered. I half figured they’d overdosed or something. I spent the next 15 minutes trying to find the non-911 number for the police dept and just as I was ready to dial, they turned it off. These people suck. I can’t wait to move. But I can’t figure out HOW I’m going to move exactly since I don’t have enough friends to move my furniture and I can’t afford $100/hour for movers. *sigh*
That’s it. I feel better. Now I need to get to work. But I still want to break his fingers…
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November 17th, 2005 at 10:27 am
I’ve never figured out why when someone calls a phone number, hears the message saying that it is someone else’s phone, yet continues to call it…