I was a traffic manager...

That means I'm nice I have to be. I'm in between the boss and the bullshit.

I know the saying "more bees with honey?"

That was a fucking joke this morning.

I was sweet, nice on the phone to the power company and my cell phone company.

Three months ago they both said they made billing mistakes. Okay.

Today, three months later I pissed off all of them.

I got my money back.

I did every thing they told me to do.

Not fair.

It is now after staying on hold for four fucking hours.

I want to punch a wall.

Fat Burger. This was a fight over smart and stupid.

Am I the smart or the stupid?

1- Location of Fat Burger. I told my roommate the one I knew. He said he found one closer in the heart of Hollywood. Not a good idea at 5:00 on a Friday...but I'll roll with it.

2- He ordered online. He said we could set the time and go pick it up. Okay.

3 - He printed out the directions. I knew in my noggin this is not going to be good.

4- He was bitching about the traffic and trying to go up a hill in my car in 3 gear. Doesn't take a genius to put it in to first. He said it's my car and he's not use to driving a standard. Excise me? He drives it all the time.

5- When we got there I realized where we were. I use to take the bus to the train station down the street. I told him that I knew where we were.

6- We walked in and he asked about the order. It wasn't ready. He was not happy. I said I'm going to walk to the store over there. I came back and he was waiting by the car.

7- We got in the car and when we were pulling out of the parking lot I said "take a left." He said "I can't." Okay.
I asked if he was going to take the block and he said yes. Cool.

8- He missed every block.

9 - He pulled over and put his phone on GPS...or tried. No reception. He tried and tried as his milk shake was melting in my hands. "Robert, I know where we are." He said that his GPS can avoid traffic.

10- I dove the route we were on for YEARS. He wouldn't listen. 45 minutes later we got home. GPS was so wrong and he was wrong. I stopped talking.

I diid't get an apology. All I got was "I trust GPS."

Okay. Welcome to your new best friend.

I'm pissed.

Really. Seriously.Honestly.

I had the Behold 2, once, twice, three, four. Shit phone. None of them ever worked. No wonder they are discontinued.

I decided to buy a new phone from T-Mobile and I was promised a $50 rebate. I didn't get it.

I called. I was told that I didn't meet the standards.

Interesting.

I was on the phone for three hours with T-Mobile. The run around...hold please...crappy music...lost call...please call this number...sorry we can not accept your call. Really?

Don't fuck with me because I don't go away.

I haven't been sleeping well...

Basically not at all. I've gotten five hours in the last two days.

The few hours I sleep I had nightmares of the house catching on fire or a knife coming after me. The last was me screaming help me in the front yard and I got stabbed, left shoulder blade to the ground. I was trapped. Then all the sudden there were EMT's, Glendale Police, Vance and my roommate. All standing over me. No one was helping me but some one said "You did a good job, Vance."

When I woke up my hands were clenched, my girls were snoring right beside me...I could hear my roommate snoring from the other room.

What I got from the dream was...all you got is yourself. Fight.