July 19th, 2005

journies begin with the first step

Dreams are weird.

more strange dreams last night. I actually fell asleep before Craig even came on (sure hope that my bf left on the computer so that it would tape it).

In last nights dream I kept flitting from location to location. Everytime there was a loction change, then the people would change (of course). In one location, I was back at my first college and I was hanging out in the honors section (which is where I always hung out). For some reason in my dream we also lived in that office building. As soon as I realized that in the dream, the location changed to what was supposed to be the housing, but was really some rundown house that I was in with some woman and her boyfriend. They kind of reminded me of my old friend Anngee's mother and her deceased husband. We were talking about cigarrettes and cigars. I was asked to go get a cig for the woman from her boyfriend that was in the shower, so I snuck and got one but then I asked him anyway and he said that it was fine. I also yelled out to him that he had a nice couple of boxes of cigars, one of which I took for myself. Then the woman told me that my friend Chris was there to see me, and I ran outside very happy.....and the location changed again. It was some strange northern terrain and I was still running outside to meet Chris. And he was there and we hugged. He introduced me to some girl who was leaving, telling me that he had just been on a trip with her and that she was from some northern state. Apparently she was some new internet buddy of his (in my dream I kept thinking he'd replaced me). So Chris and I turn and get on this huge luxury plane, which Chris said was his. And before we did anything else, Chris made me watch these videos of him and this other girl on their trip. The strange part was that they hadn't really gone anywhere, they had stayed on the plane and just flew around. So the video was them doing silly things on the plane and it wasn't so much a video all the time but a moving slideshow of pictures. Very strange. The one I remember most was a picture that panned around showing the two of them wrestling around but in a friendly way, and it had a caption on it of "Horny Feet". I raised my eyebrows to that one, but in typical Chris fashion he laughed it off and said it was nothing. I told him that it wasn't nothing, that as much as we've been through I knew inpropriaty when I saw it. So then I got a little mad that we weren't making a video of our trip. Chris, if you are reading this, you were very cute in the dream, but acted somewhat asshole-ish. Then we docked with some sort of space station type thing, which was holding a contest for above average students. I decide to join in, because apparently I had been taking part in this contest for years. When I boarded I see all the people I went through college honors with and I also see some people from highschool. One for instance was Billy from HS, who I had a huge crush on those last couple of years and who I was really pleased to see again. I can't remember much about this part of the dream, but the first contest involved us picking out some sort of song? menu? and finding an agent, scheduling an appointment and trying to get the part. It was a scramble for people to get the books off the desks to get the agent list and the appointment books. Very strange, but the strangest was seeing that Billy had these weird metal pieces stuck in his ass, and I mean literally. Everyone else was freaked out about it too. I'm not sure what the hell that was about.

The dream got stuck there and I woke soon after...all I can say is apparently my mind was doing an "idea dump" and that all the stuff that rolled around in my head recently: going back to college, high school reunion, Chris, etc... all decided to come out in one big lump. Strangeness.
bitch please

Letters I want to write today:

Dear Mr. Exterminator Guy,

The fact that you are Southern does not give you permission to spell words the same way that you pronounce them. For example, just because you say "dis-troy" does not mean that you are allowed to spell "destroy" that way. And I'm so happy that you offered the suggestion that I "ask the kids to stop distroying them" because I never would have thought about that. If you honestly think that asking the heathen children here to stop doing something works, then by all means try. For future reference, just asking/telling the children on this property is worthless. Unless I follow them around with a bat, nothing will change, so charge for the damn replacements of the bait stations. It's not like they work anyway.

Sincerely,

Angry Apartment Manager

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Dear Bitchy Office Depot Account Manager,

When a faithful customer calls to request a copy of an invoice so that it can be paid, DO NOT get all bitchy and in a whiney voice try to say that the invoice has been sent twice to this office as if that makes a difference in my calling. The truth is, that I did not receive the invoice because if I received it, it would be on file. Even if I missed it once, I would not have missed it the second time. Besides that, there's no way in hell that it was sent a second time, because your damn company doesn't send a second invoice if it's not been paid, they send a statement, which I have. Also, shouldn't the fact that I'm actually calling to get the invoice be reason to lay off your "better than thou" mentality? I can guarantee I'm not the only person that ever had to call to receive the copy of an invoice. Lastly, when I call for an invoice copy, don't fucking NOT send it like you have done today. Perhaps that's what happened to your "supposed" second invoice.

Now granted, I used to work customer service and I know that bitchy customers would make me tend to be bitchier in turn, but I called you with my most professional sweet voice and only requested if I could have a copy faxed to the office because I could not find an original and that I wanted to put it in our system to be paid. Exactly what about that statement made you think that you could have permission to be bitchy? I wasn't blaming you (now I am, but not at the time), I was actually taking the brunt of the stupidity and placing it on myself.

In conclusion, fucking give it a rest and fax me that damn invoice now!

Sincerely,

Innocent Manager who did not receive the original invoice thankyouverymuch

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Dear World,

Have better sense than to get all smart with me. Realize that almost all of us have sucky jobs.

Thanks,

Frazzled Person Tired of Dealing with Y'all's Shit
journies begin with the first step

An email

"Thank you for ordering from CBS STORE. Your order dated July 18, 2005 has been shipped."

Squee!!

now I need to order a bumper sticker and bag from myself at the cafe store lol.