Bullshit. Presently on hold with amazon.com who charged me $79.00 for membership in their bullshit club. One idiot, who keeps telling me to bear with him often enough I felt like an extra in one of Werner Herzog’s last films, Grizzly Man. They’re telling me I have two accounts, one started in 2002 the other in 2003. ‘Well, uh, bear with me…you must have changed a password.’ Uh, no I didn’t. ‘Well it shows you changed your email address. That might have started a new account.’ Fuck amazon, fuck Jeff Bezos. I had enough with Grizzly boy and asked for his manager who is slightly less inept.

This neckbone manager was finally able to refund my money and offered to cancel one of my accounts. I explained to him that as far as I know I only had one account. He insisted on me having two. I told him to cancel the one on the right. Cancel the blue account. I don’t really care. He started to be offended by my reaction to his lack of customer service and I told him to cancel both accounts. If I ever need to use amazon again, I will simply re-enter everything. But I don’t plan on using amazon again. I wonder how many people do they scam with this amazon prime bullshit?

The last straw was the fact they insisted that I had clicked ‘I am a new customer’ rather than ‘I am a returning customer’. No, that never happened. I’ve had slight variations on the password over the past few years. What a bunch of wankers. It’s been about fifteen minutes since I got off the half hour phone call with amazon and still my account is active. Hey, can you spell jerk off? I can. A-M-A-Z-O-N. Yes it was that kind of day.

Woke up ok. Same old, same old. Shower, cereal, email and then on the bus. It being the first day of the month meant the February bus pass expired. NJ Transit offers no 24 hour grace period, hence the long lines of people snaking through the bus terminal. I tried flashing the old bus pass, since Bill told me that sometimes the driver will let it go, but not this driver. He rolled his eyes as I fumbled for change. They can be so cheery, like hepatitis.

I got to the office on time and President Naomi called me into her office. She explained that I need to turn the night phone system on before I leave each night. I know that I did that but somehow it never took (?) and they actually had to run to my desk to answer the phone. I explained that to her and she didn’t like that. She raised her voice and I backed down, kept my mouth shut. Apparently a few people heard her though. Wally and Jake heard her though.

Once again the machine kept breaking down, copiers, fax machines. This started on Monday when I suggested we call for service. This isn’t a big money operation like Wanker Banker or a blood money operation like McMann and Tate. This is a nickel and dime operation it seems. Fine. Jake and I worked on the machine and they ran adequately. Until this morning when they started making grinding noises while Naomi fumed about my insubordination, meaning my explaining of what I had done last night before I left.

Things like this happened a few times today. Got a call from an applicant who calls every other day, talking to Clara who cannot find him a job. Clara was running late when he called and since this guy hates voicemail I suggested he call in the afternoon. He went off about how voicemail sucks. I got off the phone as soon as I could with this irate asshole.

The day progressed and Nomi seemed to be better and apologized to me for being the way that she was. It turned out that both Wally and Jake had a meeting with her, telling her that she was wrong in talking to me that way. Jake later explained that she goes off the rails from time to time and he had seen people leave in tears, or just get up and quit. Good to know. Apparently I had Wally figured out wrong, or at least misfigured. Better misfigured than disfigured I say. I chatted with Bill online about this situation, telling him ‘the bloom was off the rose’. Then I had to explain that I didn’t mean flowers. Am I a magnet for finding freaky people to work with?

You can lead a horticulture, but you can’t make her think. I think that was Dorothy Parker’s. It’s a good one.

March so far sucks the big limp one.

Tomorrow there won’t be a blog entry since I’ll be in Philly with Juan watching the Scissor Sisters. Juan also made me laugh today with this link. Cut and paste time.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=zoom+zoom+zoom

Man it’s Wednesday and for a hump day it certainly was a crap day. It didn’t start out that way. It started out perfectly alright. Last night I was merely bored. Gilmore Girls were ok, but I wasn’t paying too much attention. Could it be that I’ve stopped caring? When will they kill off Richard Gilmore? It seems to be in the cards. Love Lauren Graham but Lorelei is getting tiresome, and Rory should quit her whining. I’ve been watching the show since the first season and I’m just not feelin it yo. But still I will watch since there’s nothing else on at that time.

Watched Law and Order Criminal Intent and that was so boring too. And the Law and Order I do like, Special Victims Unit was even more boring. I felt drugged watching it. Could this be a hangover from watching the dreadful Black Donnellys the night before. Bill and I watched that horror show and we couldn’t wait for the commercials. Of course since this was the premiere episode they didn’t have a commercial for the first half hour. That was agonizing. I recommend staying away from the show even if you like watching 25 year old actors playing parts that have way too much gravitas and no plausible story lines.

I went to bed at 11:00 and fell right asleep. Bill joined me soon after for the nightly wrestle over the sheets. Nothing erotic, just a long struggle all night long. It was a restful sleep though. Before I knew it Bill was kissing me goodbye once again and I got out of bed and jumped into the shower. I even left the apartment a little bit earlier and caught the bus. Almost done with I, Claudius and made a reservation for the following book, Claudius the God, from the Hoboken library. I am also all caught up with the New Yorker too. Side note: the building I work in housed the original New Yorker offices, before they moved into the building where Bill works.

Work started out ok, but went south soon after. The copier started making grinding noises and I soon learned that this place isn’t like the previous two jobs I worked, where if the copier breaks down and you can’t immediately fix it, you call the copier repair guy. Nope, not at this job. Jake and I dealt with the copier while President Naomi kept handing me tasks to do. One of them involved retyping something and I couldn’t get it right after three times and she was getting annoyed. She snipped at me and I almost snipped back but held my tongue.

She apologized later and it all went well as far as office work mattered. After work I decided to have a Padron, which I hardly ever do since the office is so close to the bus terminal there’s not enough time to stroll and smoke. So I walked around midtown a bit in a roundabout way and enjoyed my cigar. Then I got to the gate for the bus after finishing my Padron to find the escalator broken again. This was the second day and there are no signs telling you where to go so I had to take the secondary bus to Hoboken.

I like Diet 7Up. Bill knows, Juan knows, the recycling crew knows. The supermarket doesn’t know, much less care. They never have it in stock. They have eight million bottles of regular 7Up. The other day they had diet Sierra Mist. Tonight they had none of that. If I knew where to catch the Washington Street bus I would’ve gotten it on the boulevard. But I didn’t and I didn’t. I came home and tried to open up a can of tuna with a crap can opener I bought two weeks ago. Oh life is so hard. Boo fuckin hoo.

Don’t worry. I got over it and had myself a sandwich. Though I have to get a new can opener. Again. It’s the little things, especially when they come right after another after another.