Grr

Well, the good news is my paintball photos rock.

The bad news is, Jean Coutu only gave me back one roll of film, which means that half of my ConJuration pictures are missing, as well as a good number of other pictures I wanted.

Piss.

Now I have to go back and yell at them and convince them they still have my photos when I no longer have my proof of purchase.

Grr

Well, the good news is my paintball photos rock.

The bad news is, Jean Coutu only gave me back one roll of film, which means that half of my ConJuration pictures are missing, as well as a good number of other pictures I wanted.

Piss.

Now I have to go back and yell at them and convince them they still have my photos when I no longer have my proof of purchase.

F * * *!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Goddammit!

Why the fuck to people give their credit card numbers to their girlfriends?!?!

Then why are they surprised when their former girlfriends use their goddamned credit cards?

Aaaaargh!

I spent a whole goddamned hour on the phone with this fuckwit, and for what? Nothing. Nada. All he wanted was to disconnect his other phone and get a credit.

Bleah.

F * * *!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Goddammit!

Why the fuck to people give their credit card numbers to their girlfriends?!?!

Then why are they surprised when their former girlfriends use their goddamned credit cards?

Aaaaargh!

I spent a whole goddamned hour on the phone with this fuckwit, and for what? Nothing. Nada. All he wanted was to disconnect his other phone and get a credit.

Bleah.

Random annoyances

There were no calls today, so my stupid one hour call fubared all my stats for the day.

Jean Coutu apparently closes five minutes early, so I couldn't get my photos.

As a result I walked home ten minutes later than I would have normally, and I got drenched.

Now my washing mashine won't work even though I pulled out the whole stove so I could plug it in the only available outlet.

Feh.

Am feeling thwarted and irritated, and I'm soaked to boot.

Random annoyances

There were no calls today, so my stupid one hour call fubared all my stats for the day.

Jean Coutu apparently closes five minutes early, so I couldn't get my photos.

As a result I walked home ten minutes later than I would have normally, and I got drenched.

Now my washing mashine won't work even though I pulled out the whole stove so I could plug it in the only available outlet.

Feh.

Am feeling thwarted and irritated, and I'm soaked to boot.