You know what I hate? When I try to be nice and it fucks me. Yesterday, talking to the print shop about some invitations I needed (that were supposed to be done LAST WEEK) for an event on the 20th, so the shit needs to get out, and they say "I'm so sorry, we'll have them delivered today" I say, "hey, no rush, they won't get mailed today if you deliver them this afternoon, so deliver them first thing tomorrow, and we're cool" I just called them. They haven't been done, and will be delivered "some time this afternoon" See, I tried to be nice, and didn't insist that they deliver yesterday and THEY FUCKED ME.
'The Girl in Question'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
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Congrats on the grad school, amych!
Information science
That's great! I wish you lots of BJ1481.M46!!
YAY AMYCH!!
Woo Hoo amych!!
Vortex, I hate when that happens. I'm sorry.
Congrats, amych.
Gack Vortex...having nice bite just...bites. That feeling chokes me sometimes. Perhaps my sense of civility and justice is inflated but hey, when you do unto others kindly, that should put you closer to the front of the queue, rather than the "oh, she doesn't care so we can screw her" ass-end.
Sorry that happened.
For Vortex:
After Vortex's invites are done, may that printer only be able to use the Sans Serif font on everything. In bright Hulk green.
Congratulations amych!
Huzzah for amych!!!
Vortex, that bites. I'm sorry.