Welcome one and all

For those who managed to find me here and was not provided a link by me, congratulations on your successful stalking practices, thy am impressed. I axed my old blog for personal reasons and yet completely copied in into this new one essentially moving it to a new address and shaking off all my followers in a long and dirty car chase. Welcome to my temporary shack on the internet and perhaps the seagulls won't drive me off this stretch of beach anytime soon.

(Afterthoughts)
The old blog is mostly dead, here is the proof (along with a sarcastic song for my old fans).

Everyone point and laugh

Good news everybody, no more pictures, and by default, videos either (hopefully I won't lose the video I made today while waiting for the ban to be lifted). In order to show the futility of special interest groups making demands to have their own unique laws that apply only to them in order to provide them with extra protections, I am comparing this lawmaking folly with the anonymous comment on a blog post from a week ago. Since they refused (OK, they are just a bigger sissy than me and I have worn dresses the past 3 days) and I can't lump them into the general queue of my typical haters out there, I have to afford them "special interest status" and since they were complaining about my pictures I am going to stop doing that, at least until my experiment turns boring (which thanks to my attention span should not last too long).

Screw special interest groups and their whiny "I deserve extra amends since there are only several hundred thousand of us in this state/country/whatever." All that does is start the domino chain crashing down as more and more groups get annoyed that they don't have extra rights as well. Axe them all and just improve the general state of things which benefits everybody regardless of their clique.

(Afterthoughts)
I am going to lobby for discounts on virgin blood for demonic rituals since I stopped being able to use my own years ago and the rising costs limit my celebrations nowadays.

New answer

I have come up with a new reply to people who ask me how tall I am (don't bother, I'm 6'3" half-demoness, half-Amazonian). I am going to immediately ask them a question in return, "How much do you weigh?" When they look at me in surprised shock, I'll just say that it is an uncomfortable question for an uncomfortable question, seems like a fair trade to me.

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I may be a bitch but I am open about that, most people are rude and cruel and don't even realize how bad of a person they are or that they are anything other than civil. Stupid humans.

Unfortunately serious

I'm slowly becoming convinced that the death of my job is gonna come with me bitching back at a customer for their blatant stupidity and overwhelming rudeness. Generally those human qualities don't bother me more than anything else about you weird human worm babies, but that has always counter-depended upon me being able to slide in sarcastic jabs and bitchiness back at them. Sadly, a demure and polite attitude must be held at all times on the phone which is a terrible disappointment to me personally. And not to highlight my 3 worst calls of yesterday which freakishly came close to throwing me into tears at a few points (mainly because of me being unable to release any of my anger and frustration).

1) Topic: international calls. Time: 1 1/2+ hrs.
Canada is a different country than the U.S. Even if you had poor schooling, that is an easy concept to grasp that my nephew who isn't even in school yet completely understands. If you call out of the country, you get charged a flat rate per minute for doing so, and even if you have an international plan on your line, you still get charged a flat rate albeit a much lower one. If you don't want to be charged for doing that, don't make those calls after you have been warned that it will cost you to do so, on multiple occasions, and even gotten most of it credited back to you for pretending that you didn't realize it cost money. Simple! Except when you find a loophole which allows you to think you can fleece the system and the fact that you speak to a different person each time you call. Unfortunately he did not get the "free money reimbursement" for his valid charges for international calls because he annoyed me right off the bat by making demands that I credit him back for calls he made and that he didn't have much time to waste with a girl over the phone. It basically went with him lying to me about what he had been told and me looking up notes from other reps he had dealt with showing he had been told about the charges he was getting on multiple occasions. He got angrier and somehow even ruder the more I validated that his calls were valid charges he knowingly made, at one point even pointing out that a number he claimed he had never called and did not know who that was and had only returned their call to him (which only showed an outgoing call with no incoming calls from that number) I managed to find 6 other calls he had made to that number totally up 77 minutes of talk time. So I asked if that was not someone he knew, why did he make several calls to it that month and talk to someone he did not know for an hour and a half? No answer on that one but he did start ranting about a different topic which slowly happened again and again as he continued to grasp at straws only to return to how he is going to be credited for his calls to Canada. (Ha, good luck with that!) I finally offered him $25 if he would say that his charges were valid and pay his bill. Nope, then he started swearing at me that I was insulting him with charity and that he demanded I credit his calls. After about 5 minutes of him yelling at me everytime I said "I apologize sir but those are valid charges that you knowing racked up and had been educated about on multiple occasions and I am unable to credit you due to that fact" several times until he finally screamed to give him the $25 and he would call back tomorrow and talk to someone who knew what the hell they were doing because he wasted an hour and a half of his weekend talking to me and deserved to get something for that as well. I kinda went borderline sarcasm at that point saying that I would like to point out that he did call us and was able to hang up at anytime he chose. He repeated it again and I told him that I was soooo sorry but he is not getting that $25 because like I informed him earlier I was simply giving him that as a curtesy for his time for me educating him that his bill was valid and he was responcible for paying it. A couple minutes of arguing about that and he finally hung up, and I noted in his account that he is not to be given credit for anything due to him simply calling in repeatedly over charges he knew he was making and then trying any angle he could to keep getting free money.

2) A woman with a new phone was swearing at me that I obviously didn't know my job at all because I didn't immediately know every single little detail about how her phone works off the top of my head (like I freaking designed the damn thing) and not 1 minute later seriously asked me where the power button was on it so that she could turn it on. (Duh, I don't know, the tin cans with string never had a power button) effing bitch didn't even know how to turn on a phone and still had the audacity to call me stupid.

3) A woman needed some security codes for her phone because someone keeps screwing with the settings, she didn't like that I had to look those up (sorry I didn't memorize them in case you called in) and then got pissed when she started asking me how her ex-husband was messing up her phone over the internet. What! Like I have a clue how someone could hack a phone after which a few minutes later she admitted that he was an IT genius, yet expected the first and lowest level of phone support to know exactly how a psycho hacker was screwing with her phone. I still wonder if she wasn't a bit nuts or he was actually that good.

(Afterthoughts)
Y'll may as well start taking bets on how long I will last at this job.

Contract fullfilled

There all you whiners go, the picture of me in a dress. What?!? It's not a full length pic you say? Well, too bad so sad, live with it bitches.

(Afterthoughts)
I even managed to capture my typical scowl as well, hard to get much more accurate than that.Just to shut y'all up, there is a nicer version, sheesh!

3 for 3 & all about nothin'

Three is such a magical number, la la la, something something something ... My wonderful work outfit for today. As y'all remember since you read and remember my words with an incessant fever, when I wear jeans I also have to wear a red top, per company dress code policy. To be honest, the red shirt I have on is a guy's button down shirt which is about 4 sizes too big for me but works great to "expand" my allowable work clothes by tossing it on over a non-red colored shirt. The black one really is a barcode that says "HUMAN::V6.2.4::6841634b6572" and ironically is sad that I have to have something "proving" that I can qualify as human. The reason for today's picture is that I had decided I was going to post one today about 2 days ago, however, as per Murphy's Law, I was planning on looking a bit nicer by wearing a dress (really, I was, stop acting shocked) but due to the weather decided prudence was the better part of valiance. It is windy as hell today and seriously looks like a rainstorm could hit on a moments notice (so lets hope that moment stays unnoticed). Sorry 'bout your luck all, but that is the way the cookie crumbs get ground into the carpet to feed future generations of ants (something like that, damn confusing and hard to remember quotes).

(Afterthoughts)
Cute and lazy, what a combo, muhahahaha!

Snapped like a twig

I generally don't do more than a "ships passing in the night" rant on here, or even in person, about bizarre gender differences and the perceptions (ok, mostly my perception that as crazy as other women are, men are a hella lot worse). And this will be be just a brief observation as well. (Hey! I heard that sigh of relief from y'all!!!)

As per my weekly/biweekly breaking/chipping of yet another one of my nails (how I even manage to get them grown out at all is one of life's great mysteries) I stepped outside to cut it off and give it a quick rubdown with my nail file. As I was trimming it down to the cracked section, I once again had the reoccurring thought about how us girls can work on our nails and appear all cool and cute while doing so. However, for the poor guys out there, a man can only ever look cool trimming down his nails if he is using a knife to do so.

(Afterthoughts)
Sorry about your luck boys, but somehow I don't think you are really all that concerned when it comes to nail care.

Fantas-fananitic

As a public service I am gonna leave out most of the sordid details for y'all.

The irony of where I moved is that at the opposite end of my apartment complex lives a "self proclaimed" prophet (I sense through the force that y'all know where this is heading). So there is some amazing irony that on the opposite side from him lives everyone's favorite (and cute) half-demoness (*superfist of the dazzling smile attack, with only a hint of fang*). And naturally we clash rather hard when he starts spouting out his twisted religious dogma and like any good fanatic will simply repeat his point incessantly in an increasing volume of voice to interrupt the points I am trying to make which question the glaring holes in his logic (like driving off of a 100 foot cliff: "I swear I drive this way everyday and it was never there before, somebody must have dug out this enormous crevice several miles wide last night while I was asleep). According to his own words on how God works, he would be going straight to hell even faster than little ole me, EXCEPT that he has been forgiven already and apparently that remains proactive and effective for the rest of his life, and he is incapable of any more sin and what I would consider to be a sin is for him merely a "learning experience." *sigh* Hopefully we will get assigned to different areas of hell, but knowing how those situations generally work out, he will have the torture chamber right next to mine. :(

(Afterthoughts)
What a life: murder, stealing people's wives, eating chicken wings everyday until his stomach is ready to explode; all guilt and sin free too. Must be nice, although it is probably better for everyone that I personally don't have that privilege cause we all know I would totally use those rights if I had them.

That time of the month, ... yet again

Yesterday I started the new cycle which comes every 5 weeks. New school class! I am pretty much screwed for this one considering it is an ethics class. Hopefully I am as good as I think I am at bluffing my way through things because ethics is not exactly one of the strong points for a half-demoness. Not at all! However, since my other choice is to drop out of school (there is always a choice people, just because you may not like it does not mean that another option is not there) I am just going to grind my teeth and slink my way through this course by hopefully staying under the radar.

Per tradition (if doing this a few times qualifies as "tradition") here is the picture I used in my introduction post for my new class. And I am still one of the few people who know how to sneak a photo into our message boards although I have heard of another person that managed it in a different class. Yes, I know this picture sucks, no need to remind me (unless you enjoy stabbing at my pride in which case go for it and have some fun, I'm cool with it) but I needed a new and current picture so had to roll with how I looked at the time. At least it is definitely an accurate idea of how I generally look, at least when I have a hoodie on and with my hair pulled back.



(Afterthoughts)
Y'all have no idea how close you came to getting the "choices" rant. Surprisingly I managed to hold myself back this time, but don't expect that to happen very often, muhahahaha!

Thank you for calling ... (blah blah blah)

I had my graduation Friday at work for completing training and am now an "official" customer service agent. They gave us our cards to scan the doors open (which made us lucky because some people who finished training over a month ago still haven't gotten theirs) but we have not gotten ID pictures taken yet. So I of course made my own (as y'all can damn well see, um, minus my scribbled out last name for posting here). And yes, I will still keep that picture on the back side of my ID once I have a "real" one. I was also lucky enough to get the hours I wanted which were a bit later than the typical 2nd shift I worked for so many years, and even luckier to get my two days off in a row instead of having them split apart by a few days like several people have gotten stuck with. The bad thing is that my days off are Monday/Tuesday, but that may help encourage me to work overtime because of that (which I desperately need for the money) and since I often have long written reports due on Mondays that will give me an entire day to make up for my procrastination with a major all-day panic writing/typing fest.

(Afterthoughts)
The picture is from "Teen Girl Squad" which is an awesome cartoon that you need to go check out NOW!!!

Serenity (or was that Firefly?)

Today I feel calm and half relaxed, which of course makes for poor postings by the mistress of misery and archduchess of anger (I have heard what y'all whisper about me when you think I'm not paying attention!) Some of it is due to me getting the metaphorical "rock of sensibility" smashed against my teeth right when I was ready to scrap yet another blog and just start ranting in a "pen & paper" journal instead (yep, I was just gonna up and leave with no warnings at all because I was actually that upset). Skipping the details of that conversation, she basically told me that the reason I get so upset and frustrated with humans is because I am only partially one and by trying to deny my demoness side and understand people on their level I was creating a lot of internal friction which is spilling out towards everyone. She told me I needed to realize that I needed to take several steps back and take a clearer and bigger scope viewpoint of everything so I could see that humanity is not what I really am totally a part of and to stop denying my demoness side because that just splits my entire being apart. It makes sense, maybe a bit too much sense now that I think about it. Gotta love the times when humans manage to surprise and delight me instead of confuse and horrify me like they typically do. And part of the binding contract I made with her during her force fed advice session is that I will keep hammering away on my little slice of forum blogginess for the rest of the month to see if my moods will improve which I put things back into their proper perspectives (minus the beer goggles).

(Afterthoughts)
The best place to hide something is in plain site so no wonder I didn't realize why I was getting so damn twitchy. And yes, I do still think posts like this suck ass and hate writing them and always wonder that if I only do them now and again because I am bored or if I let them slip in so that I have something to be pissed off about later on down the road when I look back.

Silenced by "the man"

I do enjoy my new job and taking tech calls this week has been great, but I have discovered a new thing to rant about but unfortunately cannot post any of them simply out of respect for my job. However if anyone happens to be curious, I will poke your curiosity even more by saying I honestly believe I may have found a serious contender for my hatred of Starbucks. In a few weeks the top of the chart may very well change (serious competition). I can discuss it in an email should anyone wish to read a long rant (full of stories as well) but why the hell would y'all want to do that (and doesn't that make this posting kinda pointless as well?) Just how far have I sunk to actually censor what I write? Not too damn far cause sometimes you just have to bide your time and lay in waiting, just like the rake you forgot you left in the yard last fall and jumps up to clock you in the face when you unknowingly find where you left it in the tall grass.

(Afterthoughts)
Morals suck! Sometimes you have to show a bit of respect to the place that provides you with money though.

The Hand of God?

In a strange science proves religion is correct situation, scientists have managed to photograph one of God's hands way out in outer space. Or at least that is the justification I am waiting to hear from the fanatics. Regardless, it is an interesting occurrence and makes a fun point for you humans to argue over. The full article can be read here.

(Afterthoughts)
Silly humans, sometimes a coincidence is just that and you don't have to assign a deeper meaning upon it, but as always, do whatever the hell y'all want. It is your perception and if it gives you comfort then it is at least of some intrinsic value I suppose.

Anthropomorphic Personification Of Cuteness

(Afterthoughts)
Damn! I burned the ex's at the end of that one, MUHAHAHAHA!