still f***ing unlucky
this is really starting to piss me off.
first, the nokia professional center in filinvest tells me that my fone's software and some other parts are busted, and that they're going to order the parts and give me a call when the parts are there and the total cost's been computed so i can give the go signal to repair it. then i find out that the parts have been sitting there for days and no one is giving me a call. my mom had to go there herself to find out that 1)they were sitting around on their asses all week waiting for us to call THEM (when they should have been professional enough to follow-up), 2) the cost is actually much higher than the original estimate because my fone's parts are fast becoming outdated.
don't call yourselves professional IF YOU AREN'T, YOU MEDIOCRE, STUPID NOKIA IDIOTS. i don't mind my fone's parts being outdated for your tastes, but dammit, know your protocol!
second, my printer's busted. i've tried everything, but it simply won't do anything.
third, i don't have an inch of privacy in this house. i want OUT.
fourth, i can't move out because i'm not earning anything yet. -insert string of expletives here-
fifth, i'm starting to get tired of mom's coddling. parental concern is all well and good, but i'm not a kid anymore. in case you haven't noticed, i'm trying to WORK here.
sixth, what's the use of hiring a driver, then spoiling him shitless and refusing to let me have one night out for a movie? so he lives far away. big hairy deal. i live far away from work, and it hasn't stopped me yet. besides, the driver can always sleep over here, in this house. and i'll be paying him his damn overtime. jesus christ.
i know that this is all probably really mababaw, but i can't help it. if these are just little things, why does my mother make such a big deal about it, then? why is it that when she fusses and frets and hems and haws, it's not a big deal, then when i insist on doing things my way for just one fucking night, it turns into a "you're making a big deal out of some stupid little gimmick" argument?
dammit. this shouldn't be a problem anymore. 26 years and i'm still floundering around in a puddle of self-disgust, surrounded by muddy waters of overprotective maternal instincts. wonderful.
and people tell me i should be grateful for what i have. don't even start that bullshit with me. it's all well and good in moderation, as with everything else. and it's bad when it's either lacking or in excess, as with everything else.
i guess there's really nothing to be done about it. i'll either have to live with it, or move out. i'm taking the latter option as soon as i start earning enough to provide.
as for the other unlucky things in life...well, i guess it just HAD to happen sometime. toei was one big, lucky break. it needed a cauldron of unluckiness to balance it all out.
it's a realization that i've had several times over: my life is a piece of shit in a garden that's sometimes full of roses, and at other times full of useless, harmful weed.
whoopee.
first, the nokia professional center in filinvest tells me that my fone's software and some other parts are busted, and that they're going to order the parts and give me a call when the parts are there and the total cost's been computed so i can give the go signal to repair it. then i find out that the parts have been sitting there for days and no one is giving me a call. my mom had to go there herself to find out that 1)they were sitting around on their asses all week waiting for us to call THEM (when they should have been professional enough to follow-up), 2) the cost is actually much higher than the original estimate because my fone's parts are fast becoming outdated.
don't call yourselves professional IF YOU AREN'T, YOU MEDIOCRE, STUPID NOKIA IDIOTS. i don't mind my fone's parts being outdated for your tastes, but dammit, know your protocol!
second, my printer's busted. i've tried everything, but it simply won't do anything.
third, i don't have an inch of privacy in this house. i want OUT.
fourth, i can't move out because i'm not earning anything yet. -insert string of expletives here-
fifth, i'm starting to get tired of mom's coddling. parental concern is all well and good, but i'm not a kid anymore. in case you haven't noticed, i'm trying to WORK here.
sixth, what's the use of hiring a driver, then spoiling him shitless and refusing to let me have one night out for a movie? so he lives far away. big hairy deal. i live far away from work, and it hasn't stopped me yet. besides, the driver can always sleep over here, in this house. and i'll be paying him his damn overtime. jesus christ.
i know that this is all probably really mababaw, but i can't help it. if these are just little things, why does my mother make such a big deal about it, then? why is it that when she fusses and frets and hems and haws, it's not a big deal, then when i insist on doing things my way for just one fucking night, it turns into a "you're making a big deal out of some stupid little gimmick" argument?
dammit. this shouldn't be a problem anymore. 26 years and i'm still floundering around in a puddle of self-disgust, surrounded by muddy waters of overprotective maternal instincts. wonderful.
and people tell me i should be grateful for what i have. don't even start that bullshit with me. it's all well and good in moderation, as with everything else. and it's bad when it's either lacking or in excess, as with everything else.
i guess there's really nothing to be done about it. i'll either have to live with it, or move out. i'm taking the latter option as soon as i start earning enough to provide.
as for the other unlucky things in life...well, i guess it just HAD to happen sometime. toei was one big, lucky break. it needed a cauldron of unluckiness to balance it all out.
it's a realization that i've had several times over: my life is a piece of shit in a garden that's sometimes full of roses, and at other times full of useless, harmful weed.
whoopee.
posted by gerry at 6:24 AM
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