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Urgh! Fuck!: A thread for untamed hate and anger [PICS]

  
  

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Tryphena Absent
13:05 / 11.01.06
The sirens are actually bells. The monks are ringing the bells because god told them to. They are a warning to us all.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
13:07 / 11.01.06
Dude, I'd get the fuck out, as hinted at by those bells.

If you don't wanna do that, Nina's suggestion about buying stuff and hiding it is a good one.

Not as good as mine, though.
 
 
Eloi Tsabaoth
13:13 / 11.01.06
My solution's the best of all.
Fuckbaked, move in with Fun With Phobias.
 
 
Loomis
13:15 / 11.01.06
That cheeky Bizunth beat me to it ...

fuckbaked, you promise you're not a jokesuit? Promise?

Your boyfriend can't see pedestrians in front of the car? Isn't that somewhere in the region of legally blind?
 
 
Quantum
13:16 / 11.01.06
Sounds like you'd be happier if you lived apart, and he mooched off someone else. You definitely shouldn't drive him around at 3am though, just say No.

Of course the kerb kicking option is sounding mighty attractive from this side of the screen, bin him and then set your own terms when he drags his sorry ass back to apologise and try to win you back. Great advice from Nina about money too.
 
 
modern maenad
13:32 / 11.01.06
Baked sounds like this guy's quite a drain on your resources, in terms of time, money and emotional support. These things could well be fine if you felt you were getting equally valuable things in return, which doesn't sound like the case. I'm also wondering to what extent the current scenario is destructive to each of you; everytime he takes advantage or manipulates you into running him about, buying him stuff etc. its reinforcing his belief that this is an OK way to treat people. Equally allowing someone to treat you this way, whilst based on wanting to be good to them, help them etc. can have a tendency to erode self esteem and feel bad towards ourselves. Double whammy!
 
 
Liger Null
13:36 / 11.01.06
Fuckbaked, listen to these people, for they are wise.

Here's what I did to get rid of a moochy BF: I began began to collect freaky pets. One day my belly-dancing instructor had to give away a live ball python. I promptly adopted the snake and brought it home, where it proceeded to eat live rats and give my ex nightmares.

A few months later my neighbor found a homeless ferret. I offered to keep him until the owner was found. The owner was never found. The ferret proceeded to rattle his cage all night and generally leave off a ferrety-stink wherever he roamed in the apartment.

A few weeks or so later, my ex moved out. The ferret went to live with a nice old couple who already had two ferrets of their own. Thus my apartment was quiet and stink-free once I had the place to myself.

I still have the snake, though.
 
 
Ariadne
13:39 / 11.01.06
Wouldn't it have been simpler, Liger, to just tell him it was all over?

(...Ariadne starts to wonder about Loomis' new pet boar...)
 
 
Liger Null
13:46 / 11.01.06
I tried that, he always managed to weasel his way back into my heart.
 
 
ibis the being
15:43 / 11.01.06
Urrrrrrrgh, FUCK!

So last summer I met with a representative from a Yellow Pages company to discuss putting ads in the YP for my business. Real fucking nice guy, of course, and I am a real fucking naive overtrusting moron. He tells me it is $50 for a 1/16 ad for two of the towns I'm interested in, and $99 for the same size in a richer town. Wow, sounds too good to be true! How wonderful! That is so very fucking affordable! And I won't get billed for a few months, how convenient! Okay, I'll just sign here for you, whatever you say, since we have such a lovely rapport and you have explained things nicely, yes I shall sign this contract.

Fast forward to today. I keep getting these bills in the mail from the YP company, and I'm thinking, did they not get my checks? Are they not crediting my account? What in the Sam Fuckery is going on here? Finally I peer a little closer at the bill... $50, $50, and $99 A MONTH?!?!? Payment 4 out of 12?!?!??!?!

AAAAAAGH! What the fuck? I signed up for what I thought was $200 worth of advertising and it was $2400 worth - oh my FUCKING sweet christmas - and I've gotten a grand total of ONE job from these ads so far, worth $200. FUCK ME. And of course I signed the contract. And of course I look closer at that contract and there is some tiny ass fucking print that says "monthly fee." And of course I cannot cancel. For another 8 months. And I'm already $600 in the whole with this company due to my confusion, and there is no way in hell I can afford this monthly expense. At all.

I called the company and bitched out the poor woman working customer service, to no effect of course, and then, oh so professionally, I hung up the phone and burst into tears. My business is 1.5 years old and every time I think I finally have a foothold, the ground slips out from under me. I just feel like I'm fucking drowning, all the time.
 
 
electric monk
15:53 / 11.01.06
Keee-rist, ibis! That's fucking awful. You have my sympathies.
 
 
matthew.
16:08 / 11.01.06
ibis, is there a way to buy out of the contract? It'll be expensive, but you'll be out of their nefarious clutches.
 
 
Spaniel
16:52 / 11.01.06
Ibis, my heart goes out to you. In my experience fast talking or, indeed, smooth talking salesmen are nothing short of legally sanctioned con men. Quite how they live with themselves is utterly beyond me.

If it's any consolation, bear in mind that they are paid to fool you and fuck you over, so any responsibility you feel for your plight should be tempered by that fact. Also, you will get through this, this is a temporary, if very horrible, setback.

Out of interest, have you thought about checking out this thread for some advice. pointless and uncalled for seems to know hir shit.
 
 
ibis the being
17:33 / 11.01.06
Thanks for the sympathy.

Matt, I don't believe there is any way to buy out of the contract, because the ads are printed and the books are out. It's not like an ongoing service (such as wireless phone) that they can stop providing partway. I'm stuck paying for a product I have already received.

Boboss, thanks for the link. Pointless's suggestion was almost exactly what I was thinking I would do - the letter cc'd to everyone involved. I know that legally I don't have a leg to stand on, but I'm hoping I can bitch & harangue my way to some kind of appeasement measure on their part.

The more I think over this, the more I realize how fucking cleverly the whole thing was set up. There was never any mention of the final totals, nor are they written anywhere on any of the paperwork. There is absolutely no reason for a Yellow Page print ad to charge a monthly fee (as I said, it's a onetime printing, not a monthly service) other than to deceive people about the price and for what, exactly, they are paying and signing up.

On a less important, more emotional level, remembering the way that fuckhead salesman carried on the whole chummy we're pals act, calling me all the time about little details, asking after my business, telling me about his vacation... BURNS my motherfucking boat. It's embarrassing to think on how many times I've been led down such roads, even in my professional life for god's sake, thinking I'm buddies with people who are just picking my pocket.
 
 
Spaniel
17:41 / 11.01.06
God, not only was the arsehole ripping you off, it sounds as if he was getting off on the experience. Was he ringing you after you'd signed on the dotted line?
 
 
Quantum
18:12 / 11.01.06
bitch & harangue my way to some kind of appeasement measure on their part.

For sure- 'the squeaky wheel gets the grease'.

One time a bank adviser bullied my S/O into getting Loan insurance she didn't want and refused several times by getting a colleague in, both (men) standing over her for five or ten minutes saying things like "That's very selfish of you- what if you DIE? Then your MUM will be left with a huge debt, do you want that?". She came home crying, and I nearly went down there with a cricket bat, evil manipulative motherfuckers.

Sympathy, Ibis, complain higher and higher up the chain to national media if need be, don't let it lie.
 
 
Spaniel
18:22 / 11.01.06
Q, she did leave that bank, yes, and write them a letter explaining why? It's only way they'll ever learn.
 
 
ibis the being
18:23 / 11.01.06
Boboss - yeah, he'd call about some little aesthetic detail in my ad design, or to see if I had any questions or comments, and chat me up. Blech.

Quantum - that is fucking HORRIBLE, wow.

I had to go over this all more carefully before I write my letters... upon another examination of the contract, it is not written ANYWHERE that it's a year long contract or that there are 12 payments, or how many payments there are, or what the total is. Furthermore, it's not even called a contract on the document - it's "Application for Directory Advertising." I'll check into it but that doesn't necessarily sound like a binding contract to me.

Oh I almost forgot, the woman said the one way I could get out of this would be to CHANGE MY PHONE NUMBER. No way I can feasibly do that since I have given out many business cards, it's on my website, online ads, etc.

For what it's worth, V*****n is a totally schiesty company. I also use them for wireless, and if I can switch my phone # to a new company I will. A few years ago I wanted to dispute my minutes usage and I asked customer service if I could get an itemized phone bill. They said the only way I could do that would be to sign up for online billing. I went online to do so, and what do you know, the Terms & Conditions for online billing require you to forfeit your right to ever dispute a phone bill!
 
 
Shrug
17:05 / 12.01.06
Denied an extension on my essay so am furiously pounding away at my keyboard. Alas pounding not in productivity but in frustration. Although I am half-heartened and bolstered by my lecturer's compliments on my previous essay I fear he places too much faith in my ability to pull this one off. Have also presumably scared my flatmates into hiding with habitual cursing, dressing gowned unsightliness and general edginess.
Despite being presented with birthday cupcake and cards earlier this morn keyboardy rat-tat-tats and expletives now emanate from my room signalling doom for all who enter.

(BTW not exactly hate or anger more feverous panic and adrenaline fuelled ranting. Apologies for venting into the void yet again about essays of all things. I fully realise that in the near future I'll have to come up with some better system of catharsis or indeed a work ethic if I am to succeed in life and promise never ever to post about academia induced mania on The Barb ever again but it's my Birthday and I'm bloody pissed off.)
 
 
All Acting Regiment
17:13 / 12.01.06
How many words is this essay and what's it about?
 
 
Shrug
17:34 / 12.01.06
Two specific Film Noirs and how style is motivated by the mood of the given historical moment. Not a hard topic but I haven't seen the films in a little bit and couldn't track them down in the shops. I think I'm allright now though having reached near Zen state by perusing The Lust List and having salacious thoughts about Jason Lee in the role of Earl.
 
 
Shrug
17:35 / 12.01.06
(Sorry for spinning out.)
 
 
Sekhmet
17:36 / 12.01.06
Happy birthday, Shrug.

In case it might help.
 
 
Shrug
19:50 / 12.01.06
Thanks Sekhmet!
 
 
penitentvandal
13:50 / 16.01.06
Alright, love, do you wanna know why I'm shouting at you in the street? Weeeeeellll, that would be because you (a) accused me of pushing in the queue for the bus when I fucking wasn't, (b) kept interrupting me and refusing to listen when I explained what I was actually doing, and then (c) walked away when I followed you off the bus to try and explain myself to you again in the not-unreasonable attempt to get you to apologise for your frankly rude and fucktarded accusations! So on balance, given that you clearly enjoy accusing people of wrongdoing, treating them rudely, and then walking away like a coward when they try to argue the point reasonably, I suppose I don't feel too bad about calling you bottom-of-the-food-chain pondscum, because it's what you fucking are, you tit. Do yourself a favour: stay out of my way for the rest of your life, you tosser.
 
 
P. Horus Rhacoid
16:44 / 17.01.06
Ah, my computer in the mail! Wow, all the repairs I asked for except for the new battery, which isn't a big deal, and you even gave me a new display, which I didn't even ask for. Awesome! Let's boot her up! Er, where are all my files? And why's the OS been downgraded? Ah, lovely, you wiped my harddrive! No big deal, I backed up the important stuff, but do you think maybe you could have mentioned the fact that you might very well wipe the harddrive deliberately when you were explaining that you had never ever heard of it happening by accident? And yeah, I know I should have looked at the waiver more closely, but you didn't even mention it. No, I'm not really angry, just annoyed with myself. ...Well, I guess I should try and transfer my music back from my ipod onto my computer. Wait, what? Apple doesn't let you do that? What the fuck? Okay, let's find a program to do it. Ah, this one works. La de da de da. This is taking forever. What's going on? Shit, it looks like some of the songs are damaged and crashing the program when it runs up against them. Let's try a different one... nope, same thing. Well, force quit doesn't seem to cause any problems. I guess I'll do this in small blocks of songs and keep track of which ones don't work. This is annoying but oh sweet, that's a quarter of the way there and only a few albums not working. I don't know what this business is about not finding the right folder, but whatever. Damn, another crash. Well, force quit and... why isn't iTunes responding? Fuck, force quit again. Now open iTunes again and... what the fuck do you mean I don't have write privileges on this program? GAH! Okay, restart. Good, iTunes works again and... wait, where the hell is my ipod? It's plugged in, it's got the little "do not disconnect screen" on it, where the fuck is it on my computer? GAAAH! Okay, unplug and plug back in. Nope. What's going on? Maybe iTunes is the problem, let's uninstall that and reinstall it again... nope, still nothing. Maybe if I change cables? Nope. Okay, fuck it, I don't have anything on here yet anyway other than music, let's do a full reinstall. Dum de dum... this takes forever... hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm... oh, finally, it's done... plug back in... aaaaaand... nothing. Not even the 'don't disconnect' screeeeeEEEEEEEENNN GAH WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? FUCK YOU IPOD AND FUCK YOU COMPUTER PEOPLE FOR WIPING MY GODDAMN HARDDRIVE AND FUCK YOU APPLE FOR NOT MAKING IT EASY TO TRANSFER SONGS FROM MY IPOD TO MY COMPUTER! GRRR! SMITE!
 
 
Mistoffelees
16:52 / 17.01.06
Yes, ipod and itunes can be quite a pain. I had lots of trouble with them, too.

Here´s what my ipod looked like, when I finally lost patience with it.
  
 
P. Horus Rhacoid
16:59 / 17.01.06
Bloody hell, now it's barely willing to play music. Honestly I'd settle for wiping it and just downloading all the music again- it'd be a pain but whatever- but I can't do that unless my computer realizes the fucking thing exists.
 
 
P. Horus Rhacoid
05:46 / 19.01.06
Hey, iPod, while I really like that you occasionally are willing to add songs now, I'm not so hot on the whole 'not-showing-up-the-next-time-I-plug-you-in' thing. I also don't like the sound of that thing rattling around inside you. Most of all though, I am positively enthralled that your warranty expired less than a month ago.

*holds offending electronic device up to photo of mistoffelees's iPod*

See what happens? You see what happens when you don't do what you're told?
 
 
Tuna Ghost: Pratt knot hero
07:10 / 19.01.06
Words cannot express my rage at UPN for replacing The Simpsons with Veronica Fucking Mars. I want to reach down the throat of whoever made that decision and yank hard on whatever I can get a firm grasp on.

Also, I hurled the disc for Hot Shots Golf for the PSP across the room a minute ago. Motherfucking golf sim bitch ass cunt motherfucker. I MADE THAT FUCKING 70FT PUTT ON THE FAST GREEN DON'T TELL ME I DIDN'T
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
09:33 / 19.01.06


Calm yourself.
 
 
*
04:00 / 20.01.06
Gah.

Gah, I say.

After having been jobless for monthsnmonths, I finally get not one but TWO jobs. One involves teaching people stuff, and will only give me a few hours a week, although it requires hours of unpaid prep work. The other involves answering phones in a quiet, friendly office which happens to also be my school, but it's a temp job.

I got my schedule for classes. I then scheduled my phone-answering time around my classes. All done, no problem.

However, this very night— "No, don't you see, you're scheduled to come in tomorrow morning at nine for your first class!" What? Where?? And there, buried behind layer upon layer of schedule changes and deschedule changes which I thought I'd figured out, is a second class.

Too bad I was scheduled to go in to work at my quiet phone-answering job tomorrow.

GAH.

However, classes are depending on me, and phones are not as vital, so... *ambles off to prepare a lecture*
 
 
Gendudehashadenough
15:43 / 20.01.06
Fuckin' A I hate broken bikes.
 
 
ONLY NICE THINGS
16:04 / 20.01.06
18:04 to 18:44, Barbelith time.

That may be the briefest storm off/storm back on yet.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
16:45 / 20.01.06
I'm pretty sure we had a ten-minute one once.

I can't remember when, or link to it or anything, but that doesn't stop it being a fact.
 
  

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