Oh Mister Sub, Sub, Mister Broken Sub, Please Don’t Spill on Me!

Yes, I’m an idiot. But last night’s experience with Mr. Sub just had to be written down. It starts off fairly ordinarily, with a few weird things, but nothing overly bad. I phone, I order a sub. The girl doesn’t seem to know how to take an order down because as I’m giving my address, …

I Want Job Search Help, Not a Babysitter!

I hope this post will serve two purposes: let me vent like mad and help some other poor soul to avoid this shit so they don’t have to vent like mad. So off we go. A little while back, I started updating my resume and looking for work. I have a student debt hanging over …

Nooo! I don’t have the wrong number! Give me Bob!

Here I go again, babbling about wrong numbers. No, it’s not about what we say when someone else gets a wrong number, or people not listening to answering machines in people’s homes. This one happens very rarely, but it happens. I volunteer at a Distress line, a phone line that people phone when they’re upset, …

The Warbling Whore is Gone!

I can explain I can explain. I know at least one person besides Steve and I will know what I’m talking about. Have you ever fallen asleep with CTV on and been awakened with a horrible start by this horrible singing at 6 a.m. Something about…if the sun, doesn’t shine, to mo rooooo? I can’t …