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!@.%$.@%!!!!

Due to past incidents with the chain, I usualy steer clear of Bestbuy, but about three weeks ago, I saw an ad I thought was too good to pass up. In their sunday ad they had Sex Pistols "Never Mind The Bollocks" for $7.99. I figured, I'd run in, pick it up, run home, and get my punk on. Simple, right?....Far from it my friends, far from it. I get inside and begin the search for my anarchyst goodness across their cd endcaps, no luck. I then progressed to the various special deal sections, nada. Now I try to find it alphbetically, I locate a spot for it that even has a tag with the advertised price on it, but no cd's in it.Becoming frustrated, I seek out help. After waiting through two people, I gain access to an employee armed with an inventory computer. Does he check the computer after I explain what I'm looking for and where I've looked for it so far? Of course not, He rechecks everywhere I looked while stoping to answer other peoples questions along the way. After this excercise in wasting my time, he now checks the inventory on his computer which says they have 3 copies in the store.  He looked in the back rooms and stock carts to no avail. and after I prompted him, he offered me a raincheck for it, unfortunately, the raincheck came up for the price of $9.99. I point out the error and he runs off to find an ad to confirm the offer price. He attempts to rerun the raincheck with no luck and finaly, runs it for the$9.99 price but with an addendum in the transaction notes stating it's for $7.99. fifty minutes after I got there, I leave with a raincheck for an item that had just gone on sale that day. Fast forward three weeks. I come back into the store having gotten an instock verification earlier in the week. I grab the cd and head for checkout with my raincheck in hand. I'm imediately bothered with the "Can I have your phone number, area code first?" but thinking I'm in the home stretch, I don't argue for my privacy and give it to her. I hand her the raincheck telling her to check the transaction notes, the cd and a giftcard I had from a prior return. she rings it through and I head out to the van, Only to have my wife point out that she rang it up for $9.99. I head back into the store and bring it to her attention, She is immediatly put out and flips into bitch mode stating that she's sure the raincheck was for $9.99. I ask to see the raincheck and she picks it up. I reach for it to point out the notes that I had told her about and she snatches it away, practically yelling at me "Sir, Please!" She finally reads the $7.99 note and begins asking me who wrote it up. I tell her I don't remember and she tries arguing that she can't do anything about it without knowing who wrote it up, and it's only $2.00 any way. At that remark I feal my face flush as I finally run out of patience. I tell her it's the principle of the thing and then added that I hate this fucking store. She gets huffy, but takes me to the service counter and has a clerk refund my two bucks. On my way out, I give her a good stink eye and when the greeter says "Have a nice day." I retorted with "Fuck you." and left, hopefully never to set foot in Bestbuy again.

5:20 PM - 7 Comments - 3 Kudos - Add Comment

Quick life update.

Hi all. It's been a while and the mood has struck so here you go. The kids have been ok for the most part, I took them out trick or treating the other night and we now have a vast trove of candy that I 'm trying to stay out of. Iain is sick at the moment but he should be better soon. Jennah has turned out to be an excellant student this year, she continualy earns rewards for good behavior and schoolwork. Braedy is still disgustingly cute.              Due to her having not felt well for a very, very, ...very long time, Bert has some doctor apointments coming up, a stress test for her heart and testing for some weird bacteria thing.                                                           Work is still going well with Egan. I left the Metro hospital job back in Aug and have spent most of my time since working with a Journeyman one on one at a paint resin plant. My journeyman, (Joe) is a pretty cool cat, He's a big bear of a guy with a classic handlebar 'stache & beergut (a oldscholl looking pipefitter) We've done a lot of process piping, including installing industrial pumps and running various lines throughout the plant. I'm planning on taking opening day of rifle season off, but I still need to sight in my gun.  I smashed up the Van pretty good a while back, but It's passably functional again.                                                                                     On a final note, Bert has forbidden me to eat mushrooms in oyster sauce, due largley to the effect they have on my colon. I have brought people to the point of vomitting with the stench and have often been reffered to by various people as "Smelly Bastard".                                                            That's all I've got for now (pretty dull, huh?)

3:01 PM - 4 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment

Ahhrrgh

Ahhrrgh...I'm sick. Consistently, twice every year I get hit with a wicked bad respiratory infection that puts that damnable energizer bunny to shame. I'm sitting here watching my Batman the Animated series boxed set (specifically disc four of seasn one) while I putter about on myspace, waiting to get tired ( I slept most of the day due to my illness). Anyway, I should be sleeping as I type this, in case I'm actualy able  to drag my sickly ass into work tomorrow.

Speaking of work, they got a few actual toilets up and running on site last week, circumstances conspired against my "testing" of any of them untill wed. morning when I "broke in" the komode on the third floor. I finished my buisiness, flushed and hitched all my gear back up when I turned and noticed the brown soiled water rising instead of disapearing down the drainhole. Chrispy's ass 1 hospital toilet 0. Fortunately it stopped before overflowing, unfortunately , there ws no plunger pressent. So of course, I peeked my head out of the door and quickly departed the seen of the crime. As I walked back by the same hallway a few minutes later, I saw a coworker come out with a dissgruntled look on his face as he exclaimed to me how some asshole had stopped up the fucking john! I could only reply "Some peopls kids." Then, sat. morning I came in for some overtime when I had to make a "pit stop" due to the burittos I'd made the night before. I hit the same john I had messed up on wed. and dropped a good sized bomb. Before I finished however, my foreman knocks on the door and asks " Hey, is that thing working in there?" I replied " Yeah I hope so." but then when I tried to flush....nothing happend. Toilet 1 Chrispy's ass 1. I then, of course, had to tell my foreman the no, in fact it wasn't working. He told me that he thought they had turned off the main to do some work. Fortunately for me, it would be back on by mon, so my "buritto leavings" wouldn't sit for too long.

Well, I think I'm going to try and sleep now , so goodnight all.

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This & That
Current mood: slightly sore but content

First of all, my daughter Jennah's sick. Around 3:00am sunday morning, I'm awakened by her  entering our bedroom and mumbling something about  being sick. Like a trooper Bert get's up with her while I try and squeeze a few ours of sleep in before work (I stayed up past 12 doing homework I've been putting off) which starts at 7:00 am sharp. When my alarm goes off, seemingly far too early, I get up to find that once again, Jennah has puked  on the floor. Bert had worked on cleaning the mess, but the cleaning supplies and towel on the floor(right next to the trash can) indicated where she had hit. If I didn't know how uncoordinated she was, I'd swear she's going for some kind of record because in over six years of life, she has yet to actualy hit a recepticle with her initial spewage, and even when she has a bucket at hand for the subsequent attacks she will occasionaly miss. Anyway, she is finaly starting to feel better after a couple of days of liquid diet and couch loungeing, just in time for Bert to start feeling ill...just once it would be nice if everyone in this house were healthy at the same time.

On a seperate note, I seem  to have firmly established a reputation at work. Today at my 9:30 break, a pre-apprentice who was new to the expediter trailer started to lean up on one cheek to fart. My coworker John quickly stopped him explaining to him not to fart towards me because not only would I get him back, but I'd easily top the worst that he could muster. As everybody in the trailer looked at us, I simply reclined back on the bench, smiled, and ever so slightly nodded my head in agreement.

On the evils of ebay,  I found a boxed set of Initial D today and promptly snapped it up, but only after earmarking a few comics I wanted from back in the 90's...Stuff is just too damned easy to find...and therefore be bought....by me.

Speaking of buying, I allowed Bert to buy a pair of cell phones for us today. Mark your callendar folks, Chrispy now owns a cell phone. However don't be surprised when we don't give out the #'s to them, they are here strictly out of nesecity so Bert and I can remain in contact while I'm at a job with no phone lines let alone phones. I still hate the fucking things and plan on avoiding it's use as much as possible....fucking cell phones.

Well folks, it's been fun as always but I gotta get back to my chicken wings, and Mr. Roth should/might be here shortly with something crazy to watch from his collection.  

4:20 PM - 4 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment

newblog
Current mood: mischievous

It's been a while since I blogged, so I've got a few things of interest here for you today. First off, I saw V for Vendetta yesterday. I fucking loved it. going into it I was worried that in adapting it for the big screen it would lose it's edginess and overall message, becoming just another typically shitty action film for the masses. I'm happy to say that although some license was taken, it remained true to the basic themes of it's source material (which I also recomend to anybody who liked the movie) while still managing to produce a film that I think will be pallatable to the general populace, not to mention some badass action scenes that were pulled off flawlessly by not seeming to be there just for the sake of being there. Personnaly, I think everyone in America should see it and take a good long hard look at are own government and the dirrection it's headed.

Next, I'd like to rant for a moment about something I suspect we've all dealt with at some point, stupid fucking drivers. This past Mon, I missed my class because Bert had an emergency meeting at work and we couldn't find a sitter in time, so I decide that I'd try to get to class early on Wed in order to copy somebody's notes from Mon. I gave myself about 15 extra minutes to no avail. when I got to the parking ramp, some genious was trying to fit a 91 Lincoln Continental into a fucking compact space, repeatedly pulling in and backing out, effectively blocking myself and the everlengthening line of cars behind me from getting to parking spaces for ourselves. after five minutes my shouts honks and hand gestures were joined in corus by the people behind me and our spacial relation challenged friend decided to take pity and pull in as far as he could to let us by before resuming his futile efforts. Consequently, I got to class a mere five minutes before start time. When I proceeded to leave  class that evening, I got another wonderfull surprise, some jackass in a jeep wrangler(don't get me started on how I feel about jeep drivers in general) had parked next to me considerately leaving all of about a foot between our vehicles. Cursing and swearing in a fit to make a sailor blush, I went aroud to the passenger side of the family buss and clambered awkwardly over the center collum into the drivers seat. I was so irritated I broke my personal rule of never fucking with another man's ride and rolled down my window, removed the chewing gum from my mouth, and jammed it into the passenger side doorlock of the offending jeep. Still fuming from this aggravation, I had yet another treat. After completeing the series of twists and turns through the parking ramp, I arrived at the bank of three exit gates. the first gate is for people paying cash, while the second and third are for people with raider cards only. Well if you haven't guessed, there was another credit to the human race who failed to read any of the multiple postings that described which gate was for what. She pulled up to the second gate and after staring blankly at the card reader for what seemed like forever started to back up, until she noticed me and the once again expanding line behind me. She then started to pull forward and I thought, "well, she's not a complete moron. She's going to drive back around the ramp so she can hit the correct gate." My brain had spoken too soon however, because she then backed up and pulled forward severall more times. As the great & wise Popeye said on many occasions, "Thats alls I can stands, I Cans't stands no more!" I leaned out my window and quitte unpolitely exclaimed how I felt about people who can't follow simple instructions clearly posted on sighns and then instructed her on how to pull around and go to the right gate so as to get the hell out of the way of the people who do know what the fuck they are doing. Shooting me a dirty look that actualy gave me some sattisfaction, she followed my instructions and moved on, finally allowing me to get home and shout to Bert, "Beer, Now!" as I stepped through my front door.

Finally, on a more whimsical note,here are some bodily function related anectdotes. The new job has been going well, but for some reason, maybe all the physicall activity followng months of of inactivity, my diggestive tract has been tore up somethin fierce, the resultant smells have not been pretty to put it mildly. We have no running indoor plumbing at the site, so we are forced to rely on the much maligned Port-o-john. I'm sure most of you have expierinced the joys of using one of the dreaded things at some point in your lives, if not, count yourself lucky. Not mentioning the sanitation concerns, the particular odors contained inside of them could choke a maggot at times. As bad as it was this day, I was worse. After sitting down to take care of buisiness, I fired off a few torpedos from the aft tube..if you get my drift, and started gagging on my own stink over the stink of the john itself. My gas hasn't been much better, but after choking on it myself for a few days, I found some ways to if not completely avoid suffering it myself, at least get some amusement out of it. I quickly thought up a few ways to lay "stink-traps". 1.) Blast one out on a stairwell or buckhoist( a kind of service elevator) right before leaving them. It's a busy construction site and both are always in use. then hang around a moment and watch as coworkers walk through the tainted air and enjoy. 2.)for overhead work, set up your ladder near a busy corridor or room and let fly before you climb up( this works especially well if there are mexican drywall workers nearby). after climbing up, do your best to look innocent and go about your buisiness. When a hapless victem walks into the stinkcloud, they invariably look around, see the mexicans and grumble something about too many burittos or somesuch( most of the construction guys have a predispositon towards the Mexican peoples). I'm trying to think up some more, and if anybdy has suggestions, let me know. and if you ever see me smiling for no reason...don't worry, it'll get there.

Odoriforously yours, Chrispy 

12:15 PM - 5 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment

Yay

Yay she's home!

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now is the late winter closing in on spring of my discontent
Current mood: melancholy

Welcome to another mundane installment of, "Chrispy's blog". As I type this I'm practicing the ages old simple plessur of, "knocking back a few cold ones after a long hard week of work on the new job". Why I'm only just now getting do that when I got home rounabouts 4:00 pm is that I first had to catch up three days or so of dishes, cook dinner and feed the kids, and then clean up and put the afore mentiond kids to bed. Where is Bert? you may ask. What is it that could drag her away from the man she's only seen in passing this past week? you may wonder. Well, I'll tell you where she is,and what she's doing that's so important. After being home a scant 20 minutes from my job, she took it upon herself to leave me here, so as to attend a scrapbook crop. For those of you fortunate enough to not know what a "crop" is , allow me to enlighten you, A group of women get together and trim, stamp, glue and the lord only knows what else, a bunch of photos inside of decorrative albums while carrying on in typicle womanly fasion. Anybody who has heard me refer to this source of irritation in my life as "crap-booking" has a good idea of how I feel about this particularly expensive thorn in my side. I know she deserves a means in which to relax, and order her thoughts, a hobby to keep her sanity, and it's not like I don't blow large amonts of time and money out my ass on comics, movies, toys and what not, but I realy wanted her to stay home with me tonight. Thinking about it, the only times weve been apart since the end of August were when I was at school or she was at work or running errands. You get used to being around people and when your time wit them is abruptly reduced, it effects you. I know I probably sound like a whining little bitch here, but I miss her and wish she'd ellected to stay home. As it is, I'll finish this up, reply to some bulletins and messages, and check the kids one last time, than go to bed well before she gets back. I'd like to stay up, but I'm just too damn tired. Well there's always hope for tomorrow I guess.

Hope you all forgive me for this display, if not, oh well...what the fuck do I care about how you people see me anyway....all three of you who actualy read this crap that is.     

6:22 PM - 4 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment

new job
Current mood: excited

First of all, Thanks to everybody who offered me advice on what to do about my job offer. After carefull consideration, I decided to take the job and drop my physics class that conflicted with the work hours. I figured that gainfull employment leading into an apprenticship in the field I'm going to school for, was worth sacrificing a class that dosn't even wholly apply to my certification. Plus, the job offer was from this area's leader in my field. It was an offer I couldn't refuse.

   So I started work at the Metro south hospital site today. All in all, It wasn't too bad, I had a lame orientation, a slew of  paperwork, the obligatory drug test ( I passed it ),a class on fireproof caulking, and a lot of "gofer work" to start. Most of my new coworkers were cool, and one of them turned out to be Jeff Zimmer formerly one of Bert's coworkers, and guitarist for Dangerville. Things went well, to say the least. However, I do need to get some new workboots, My wolverines were fine for a nice clean even factory floor, but within 15 minutes of arriving at the job site, I slipped and landed flat on my ass, now I know how Bert feels.

   Anyhoo, I have my Electricity class at 5:45 till 9:00 or so tonight, and I'd kind of like to eat beforehand, so I'm not eating dinner and heading straight to bed after school (which would practically guarantee me a gut full of heartburn tomorrow at work). So I'm off

 Untill next time, I am Chrispy ( well, actualy I'm Chrispy all of the time)

1:33 PM - 4 Comments - 8 Kudos - Add Comment

B W letdown

So Bert takes me out for an early birthday dinner. We proceed to load up the kids, ( which is a task in and of itself ) and by the time all is said and done  we've got my brother in tow as well. While on the road we disscus where to dine on this celebretory excursion, and BW3 comes up. Being the fan of  all forms of spicy meat that I am, coupled with the facts that I've never dined there and have heard oodles of good things about the aforementioned establishment, I decide to give it a go. At our arival there, all seamed well, a jovial atmosphere, a large selection of  frosty barley pops on tap, and a halfway competant serving staff, combined to put me in the mood for a pleasent dining experience. Even the kids' standard eating out behavior could do little to dampen my spirits. I looked over my menu and called for the black and bleu burger, two eight piece boneless wings,(one spicy garlic, the other caribbean jerk) some Buffalo chips and my standard domestic swill of Bud light. The brew of course came first...and a healthy draught it was, no tiny-ass watered down commercial chain drinks here. I was pleased to say the least.....but then the food arrived. Maybe they were having an off night , or maybe I had my expectations set to high, but either way I was thoroughly dissapointed. My Burger was dry and overcooked for my taste, for all of the menu's boasting of sences shattering seasonings, I found it somewhat bland, as well as being slightly small for the price. The Wings, although goodley sized, had problems as well. I love a spicy dish, but not a the cost of good flavor, and unfortunately BW3's wings made quite an uneven trade-off. This may seem a trivial point to some of you, but by far the worst offence in my mind was the fact that I had to specifically request ranch dipping sauce, ( I know, I know, but Bert dosn't like bleu cheese). Any wing afficianado knows, you can't have wings without dipping sauce, and yet I had to request it after the fact. The kids woudn't eat the spicy garlic or the Jerk, so Bert put in an order for the teryaki wings. When they came out, I thought I'd give them a try, I thought since they aren't as spicy-hot they may have a descent flavor. Wrong again, not only was it some of the worst teryaki I've been unfortunate enough to ingest, they  practically choked me with salt, and that ladies and gentlemen is not an easy feet to acomplish.

So after we went through the usual deslopification process of the kids, and paid the hefty check, I found myself left with an empty hole inside, where my expectations of a fine dinner of spiced meats and celebration had been. In closing, I should have stayed home and made my own wings, (which by various accounts are better anyway) and drank from my own supply of beer, ( which cost quite a bit less ), and spared myself the effort of trudging out with the family.

Thank you, and good night.

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