Disturbed?

That moron fucking metal-face idiot from Disturbed had an interview in the new Rollingstone. He was talking about how his band rulez and all those rock bands now that wear make-up and suits are a "disgrace to rock & roll." Off the top of my head I can think of at least 30 bands that fit the make-up and suits category that have made much more of an impact than his band ever will.

It's funny, too, because the interview starts at a Home Depot and he's amazed at Home Depot. Like just the whole concept of it and being a place as huge as that. Like this guy's from pre-historic times and can't believe that everything is available in one place.

The best part, though, is at the end of it he mentions that the album is dedicated to Dimebag Darrell, the late Pantera guitarist. He said that "the day [he] died was the 9-11 of rock. A part of us died that day." ROFL!!!!!!

On my best day I could not come up with something like that.

Aside from all that jazz, I don't know what else except I need to figure something out about talking to people. I try to be as efficint as possible with people I deal with, especially the drivers. Like I'll be really busy and I need someone for a job coming up and I'll call a driver up and say, "Hey [insert name here], let me know once you've dropped off your passenger, because I may need you for another run." All I'm waiting for is an "Okay" or something then I can hang up the phone and continue doing other stuff. Instead I get, "I'm leaving the airport now. I don't know what time I'll get to the drop-off."

"I know. That's why I said just let me know once you've dropped off. I may have a run for you."

"From where?"

"Can you just call me once you've dropped off your passenger!"

"Because there's traffic and Downtown is really backed up and..."

"I know. But the pick-up is not for another hour and a half from [insert place here], so whoever drops off first I'll have them go there."

It's like that all the time.

Another great one is, "Hello. What's your status right now."

"I'm heading to my pick-up," he answers, irritatedly or confused.

"I know that. But where exactly are you?"

"I'm on the 405."

Irritated, like I'm talking to a retarded 8 year old, "Where on the 405 are you? What off ramp are you near?"

One driver we have is really awesome. I spend probably five seconds on the phone with him mostly. Mostly, it's him trying to get me off the phone. But my reason is to double confirm things like pick-up times and making sure of intricate details of the jobs or something along those lines.

This guy just called and said that he didn't recieve his email confirmation. I checked the reservation and email address to make sure we had the right information. We did. I sent it to him as I was speaking to him and said, "All right. I just sent it to you right now."

"Hold on, let me check. I don't have it."

"It might take a minute, sir." He seriously did that. Like he expected it to be there in an instant. Like if I handed a paper to you and told you I'm giving you a piece of paper and you tell me to hold on while you check to see if you have it.

I've been here for an hour and the phones haven't stopped. Everyone I've dealt with so far is stupid.