We had our first solicitor today. Joe spotted him from upstairs and yelled to me to not answer the door right before the doorbell rang. I found it amusing that I was sitting at my computer, which you can see from the door if you’re looking through the narrow window, completely ignoring the guy standing right there. I really hate answering the door, especially for pests. It’s just as irritating as telemarketers. If I want to buy something, or sign up for your service, I will find you. Do not come to my home, or call my home, and expect me to treat you with any respect because to me it’s an invasion of my rights.
Category: Rants & Observations
Discover how much Walmart Online’s Customer Service sucks
I have a killer headache. Thank you Walmart Online.
So I got replacement Discover cards in the mail the other day because Joe’s card was literally falling apart. I forgot to activate them. So I’m online this morning, trying to order our new bedroom set and decide to call Discover to change my address so when I give Walmart the new address, I won’t have any problems.
Discover makes the change and I go back to my online order. Then I start thinking, “Hmmm … maybe I should use the new expiration date from the new cards since I’m going to activate them tonight when I get home.” So I try that, but I keep getting an error and then it locks me out and won’t let me use that card to place my order.
I contemplate going home to activate the new cards and try again, but the laziness factor wins and I don’t. During lunch, a call comes in on my cell but I don’t answer it because I don’t recognize the number. I get a new voicemail, so I check it and it’s from Discover’s fraud protection department asking me to call them right away. So I call the number on the back of my card and get automatically transferred to that department. The women who answers says they saw some suspicious activity on the account and asks if I tried ordering from Walmart Online. I explained what happened and she said she’d activate my new cards for me.
When I get home I try placing my order again, but it’s still giving me an error. Before it locks me out, I call the activation # just in case to make sure the new cards are in effect because as it turns out, the 3-digit security code is different on the new cards. But the site still gives me an error, stating that the information I’m providing and the info the credit card company has on file doesn’t match. I triple-check everything and it all matches, so I call Discover and the guy says maybe the address change hasn’t really taken affect yet in their database and that it will do so at midnight tonight/tomorrow. He suggests I call Walmart and explain and see if they can push the order through for me.
I get some really smart chick at Walmart Online who informs me that she can’t do anything more than what I’m trying to do online. Ok, so what are they paying her for exactly? She then suggests I just give the wrong/old address when placing the order. Well why would I do that when by tomorrow it will be updated anyway? So I say sarcastically to her, “Well I guess I just won’t place an order with Walmart then” and she replies, “Ok, so is there anything else I can help you with?” and I yell, “You didn’t help me to begin with!” and she starts her little “Thank you for calling” exit line and I hang up on her.
Sheesh. All I want is some bedroom furniture. Look how pretty it is!
Stupid Celebrities
Has anyone caught an episode of this season’s Surreal Life? The majority of the housemates are retarded, but I am even more embarrassed now to have liked Jordan Knight of The New Kids On The Block. He is such a DORK! It’s like all the confidence he had when he was with the New Kids is completely gone. It’s painful to watch him interact with anyone, and just floors me that as someone in the public eye, he’d be so insecure. Ick. Totally unattractive.
I was flipping through Joe’s copy of Razor when I came across this quote from Halle Berry in the Cutting Remarks section:
“We’ve become so obsessed with beauty and the fountain of youth. I’m really saddened by the way women mutilate their faces today in search of that.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been so pissed off just reading a quote from someone before. It’s so easy for her to say something like that when she’s one of the 50 Most Beautiful People in The World according to People Magazine. I wonder if she’d feel the same way had she been born with a big nose and a flat chest. Cry us a river, Halle. Personally, I think she’s conceited, and I really doubt she cares that people feel bad about themselves when she’s all over the world posing in her perfect dress with that look that says “Look at how hot I am”. I get the impression that she’s really not a nice person. Just call it a gut feeling.
Tattoos
Joe’s niece got a huge tattoo on her back. Am I the only one who doesn’t see the appeal of tattoos on women? Maybe this is sexist, but I find tattoos on guys sexy, but not on women. Joe has an armband tattoo and I love it, but I’d never get one. I guess I just think of tattoos are masculine things. Plus I’m very picky in even the kind of tattoos I like on men. They have to be patterns, not pictures of things or words. Am I the only one who feels this way?
Drivers
People in this state cannot drive to save their lives. Some of my biggest driving-related pet peeves are as follows:
Inching up at a red light, particularly when the other direction of traffic still has a green light. Moving up little by little is not going to make your light turn green any faster. And doesn’t it always seem like the inchers are the ones who seem to respond the slowest when the light does in fact change? I like to make them eat my dust. It always cracks me up when they eventually pass me like they are victorious in some imagined race. Sorry, buddy, but any car can do 120 mph; it’s the acceleration that matters.
Red light blowers are some of the dumbest people I’ve seen. Running a red light is one of the reckless things you can do in a car because you’re putting yourself and everyone else on the road, most notably pedestrians, at risk. For what? To get to work two minutes earlier? Hardly seems worth it to me.
People who tailgate bring out my passive aggressive side. Want to go faster? Go around me. Want to go slower? Then get closer and I will slow down to a crawl until you get so pissed off that you swing around me and flip me off while I laugh my ass off.
People who weave in and out of traffic scare me the most, though. I think these people are a lot more dangerous than people who merely speed. I admit that I do go over the speed limit often. Not excessively, but on many roads it’s almost safer to go faster than the posted limit than get in the way of everyone else who is going too fast. It’s the people who keep changing lanes, like on the expressway, who scare me. They cut over so fast sometimes I’m just waiting for them to hit the wall or another car.
I also don’t get why people pull out from a side street right in front of other cars. This happens to me all the time and I have to slam on my brakes. Are these people that stupid? Can they not tell I’m coming? Same goes for when you’re in the fast lane on the expressway and you’re about to pass someone on the left and suddenly they move over into your lane. Can they not judge the speed of your car, do they just not care, or do they think they are policing you by getting in the way? I personally like to let anyone going fast to get in front of me so they don’t end up tailgating me.
But I would say that one of my biggest pet peeves are people who drive fast and recklessly through parking lots and garages. I don’t know why they think it’s a speedway, but it irritates me. Same goes for driving too fast in a residential neighborhood. There are kids who could be hit by these asshats! I’m always yelling “Slow down!” when they fly past. And then they have the nerve to flip me off.
If it was up to me, it would be a lot harder to get a driver’s license in this country. And don’t even get me started on the number of drunk driving accidents and how it’s always the innocent victims who die while the drunk driver walks away literally unscathed. There’s a special place in hell for those people.