Sunday, February 26, 2006
Awesome
We just went to a friend's birthday party and I saw the awesomest thing ever. It's this remote control rock climbing toy. There's this craggy wall thing to put up on a door and this guy you put on it. Then, with a remote control, you climb the wall. The remote has controls for each leg and each arm.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Dumb Mother Fuckers
So the move is rapidly approaching and I am in great anticipation for any and all disasters that will come my way, which is the normal thing that happens when I move. My last day of work will probably be like a day in Auschwitz.
I got a call today:
"Hi, can I speak to Sean?"
"He's on the other line. Can I take a message or can I help you with anything?"
"I emailed him my resume last night and I was just checking to see if he had received it."
"I can have him call you back as soon as he's off the other line."
"You can't just check to see if he received it?"
"No! Emails are specific to certain addresses. I'm not Sean, so I don't get his emails. I could ask him but he's on the other line. Give me your number and I'll have him call you back."
I always get these calls from people asking about positions. I let them know that I am reservations/dispatching and they need to fax or email their resumes to Sean. Then they start asking me about the position and pay and I have to tell them again that I don't know; I'm not hiring. A lot of them get really rude, too. The people asking for jobs are being very rude. What the fuck?
"I'm calling for the driver position."
"Do you have a copy of your DMV report?"
"What is the pay?"
"I'm not sure. I don't do the hiring."
"I'm not going to waste my time getting a DMV report if the pay's not good."
"Well we don't waste our time with people with no DMV reports so don't call back."
I miss the days when trying to get hired for a job required at least a little common courtesy. Not like, "Hey Fucker, if you want me to fill this position for you, there's going to be some demands on my part."
I got a call today:
"Hi, can I speak to Sean?"
"He's on the other line. Can I take a message or can I help you with anything?"
"I emailed him my resume last night and I was just checking to see if he had received it."
"I can have him call you back as soon as he's off the other line."
"You can't just check to see if he received it?"
"No! Emails are specific to certain addresses. I'm not Sean, so I don't get his emails. I could ask him but he's on the other line. Give me your number and I'll have him call you back."
I always get these calls from people asking about positions. I let them know that I am reservations/dispatching and they need to fax or email their resumes to Sean. Then they start asking me about the position and pay and I have to tell them again that I don't know; I'm not hiring. A lot of them get really rude, too. The people asking for jobs are being very rude. What the fuck?
"I'm calling for the driver position."
"Do you have a copy of your DMV report?"
"What is the pay?"
"I'm not sure. I don't do the hiring."
"I'm not going to waste my time getting a DMV report if the pay's not good."
"Well we don't waste our time with people with no DMV reports so don't call back."
I miss the days when trying to get hired for a job required at least a little common courtesy. Not like, "Hey Fucker, if you want me to fill this position for you, there's going to be some demands on my part."
Monday, February 20, 2006
the Island
Watched a "Babar" movie this weekend. So fake. This English speaking elephant goes from the safari to the city and no one seems scared or thinks anything about a talking elephant wandering the streets. This rich lady just gives him her purse to go to the tailor to whip him up a suit. "Here Talking Elephant that I've never met. Take this purse and go to the tailor and he'll make you a suit."
In other movie news, I watched "The Island" last night. I wanted to watch this movie because Ewan McGregor was in it and he's always in good films. He has that thing with not doing typical Hollywood films. But the thing that threw me for a loop was that it was a Michael Bay film. Michael Bay films are usually stupid, non-stop action, very predictable movie with just ridiculous, really unneccessary action scenes. The movies just go on and on and just really bugs the hell out of me (although, no matter what, I will watch the live-action Transformers movie he's directing). So at this point of my movie watching moral dilemma, I'm in sort of a big bind. I walk by it at the video store everytime and look towards it.
I read that it was one of the first movies that Michael Bay did without Jerry Bruckheimer, so that's an added reason to give it a try. Jerry Bruckheimer also only does stupid movies that fit the Michael Bay description with movies like "The Rock," "Armageddon," & "Con Air." All those type of movies. I read a Jerry quote that said, "If I made movies for critics and people, I'd be living in a small apartment in Los Angeles." Basically, if he made a good movie, with an actual, believable story, that flowed really well and had great believable characters that don't save the Earth or takes down an entire plane full of hardened criminals, he wouldn't be successful. Respectable, yes. But not successful. Fuck you, Jerry. Formulaic asshole.
Here's Jerry's movie checklist:
1. Huge action star, who's a regular guy in the movie, but has to go up against ridiculous odds to save someone/something he loves very dearly.
2. Someone who has a problem following rules, whose problem following rules will come back later in the movie to help out the situation.
3. Funny guy.
4. Hot girl.
5. 80 kajillion dollars worth of explosives.
6. 80 million cars that will be destroyed.
7. Shitty soundtrack.
8.Guy drives through the drive-thru and orders a taco. Guy drives car with his feet while shooting , with very great marksmen skill, a gloch 9 at a stealth bomber miles away and bringing it down, and drives flips the car through the restaurant, while making out with his girlfriend three towns down.
The movie was really good. I think I'm going to watch it again tonight. I first thought that it was going to be something like "the Prisoner" because I thought it was an island they were trying to escape. And although they weren't trying to escape the island, the underlying message of this was very similar.
In other movie news, I watched "The Island" last night. I wanted to watch this movie because Ewan McGregor was in it and he's always in good films. He has that thing with not doing typical Hollywood films. But the thing that threw me for a loop was that it was a Michael Bay film. Michael Bay films are usually stupid, non-stop action, very predictable movie with just ridiculous, really unneccessary action scenes. The movies just go on and on and just really bugs the hell out of me (although, no matter what, I will watch the live-action Transformers movie he's directing). So at this point of my movie watching moral dilemma, I'm in sort of a big bind. I walk by it at the video store everytime and look towards it.
I read that it was one of the first movies that Michael Bay did without Jerry Bruckheimer, so that's an added reason to give it a try. Jerry Bruckheimer also only does stupid movies that fit the Michael Bay description with movies like "The Rock," "Armageddon," & "Con Air." All those type of movies. I read a Jerry quote that said, "If I made movies for critics and people, I'd be living in a small apartment in Los Angeles." Basically, if he made a good movie, with an actual, believable story, that flowed really well and had great believable characters that don't save the Earth or takes down an entire plane full of hardened criminals, he wouldn't be successful. Respectable, yes. But not successful. Fuck you, Jerry. Formulaic asshole.
Here's Jerry's movie checklist:
1. Huge action star, who's a regular guy in the movie, but has to go up against ridiculous odds to save someone/something he loves very dearly.
2. Someone who has a problem following rules, whose problem following rules will come back later in the movie to help out the situation.
3. Funny guy.
4. Hot girl.
5. 80 kajillion dollars worth of explosives.
6. 80 million cars that will be destroyed.
7. Shitty soundtrack.
8.
The movie was really good. I think I'm going to watch it again tonight. I first thought that it was going to be something like "the Prisoner" because I thought it was an island they were trying to escape. And although they weren't trying to escape the island, the underlying message of this was very similar.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Ooops!
I've been meaning to blog this from the other day but I keep forgetting to do it:
There's someone blasting at top volume, some shitty bar-blues bands shit. It's so horrible. Yeah, great sound system guy. It sounds like that Blues Hammer band from "Ghost World."
I like when people have a dispute with a run and they get their lawyer friend who was there call or email the complaint trying to get something out of it. Like I'm scared of a lawyer. Well, I could be, but not for something like charging you a clean up fee.
Something about Yuban. It's not as if it's a great coffee, but it's okay for a fresh pot of coffee. Anything after an hour, it tastes like shit. Folgers is pretty good later on, but it's still not that great.
Now it sounds like Chump-styles is playing electric guitar to the shitty music.
I'm in the process of cleaning up my car and selling it back to my boss. With the history of me and this car, I want nothing more than to do that quickly. But if you know me, something will come up. Monday morning, car won't start. Tuesday morning, car starts, but co-worker doesn't come in, hence I don't have time to go on a long break to clean the car up. Today, car won't start.
It's been really cold here recently. Not unbearable cold, but cold enough that when I ride to and from work, my hands get ice cold and numb. I don't want to use my winter gloves because it would look really dumb. I'm thinking of going to a surplus store to get those thin black wool gloves. They're like $2 and would do the job.
I watched "In Good Company" the other night. Really great film. I couldn't stop laughing at that scene where they were getting a second mortgage because Randy Quaid got demoted, had another child on the way, and his daughter was going to NYU, and they couldn't afford it all. But it segued into another "sign here, sign here" scene within that montage and I was thinking that maybe even that second mortgage wasn't enough. But it was Topher signing for a divorce. LOL!!!
Today is one of those days you wished never happened and can't wait for it to be over. Looks like I'm in for overtime tonight. No surprise. I've thinking recently about my life and how everything that happens is one continuous cycle, and I've been picking examples that work as the best analogies for all the bad things in my life that continues to plague me. The best example is my relationships with people which is sort of like my position now with this job.
There's someone blasting at top volume, some shitty bar-blues bands shit. It's so horrible. Yeah, great sound system guy. It sounds like that Blues Hammer band from "Ghost World."
I like when people have a dispute with a run and they get their lawyer friend who was there call or email the complaint trying to get something out of it. Like I'm scared of a lawyer. Well, I could be, but not for something like charging you a clean up fee.
Something about Yuban. It's not as if it's a great coffee, but it's okay for a fresh pot of coffee. Anything after an hour, it tastes like shit. Folgers is pretty good later on, but it's still not that great.
Now it sounds like Chump-styles is playing electric guitar to the shitty music.
I'm in the process of cleaning up my car and selling it back to my boss. With the history of me and this car, I want nothing more than to do that quickly. But if you know me, something will come up. Monday morning, car won't start. Tuesday morning, car starts, but co-worker doesn't come in, hence I don't have time to go on a long break to clean the car up. Today, car won't start.
It's been really cold here recently. Not unbearable cold, but cold enough that when I ride to and from work, my hands get ice cold and numb. I don't want to use my winter gloves because it would look really dumb. I'm thinking of going to a surplus store to get those thin black wool gloves. They're like $2 and would do the job.
I watched "In Good Company" the other night. Really great film. I couldn't stop laughing at that scene where they were getting a second mortgage because Randy Quaid got demoted, had another child on the way, and his daughter was going to NYU, and they couldn't afford it all. But it segued into another "sign here, sign here" scene within that montage and I was thinking that maybe even that second mortgage wasn't enough. But it was Topher signing for a divorce. LOL!!!
Today is one of those days you wished never happened and can't wait for it to be over. Looks like I'm in for overtime tonight. No surprise. I've thinking recently about my life and how everything that happens is one continuous cycle, and I've been picking examples that work as the best analogies for all the bad things in my life that continues to plague me. The best example is my relationships with people which is sort of like my position now with this job.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Eat My Dust
The following was something I was going to blog the other day but forgot about it:
We watched "Gingerdead Man" the other night. Of course I knew it would be bad, but I figured it be bad in a good way. Not one thing in this movie was worth it. Everything was stupid in this movie. And not stupid like, "That's so awesome." More like, "I can't believe I'm fucking watching this."
Speaking of cookies, I heard Danzig on the radio the other day. How fucking awesome is that? I haven't heard them on the radio since high school and I get in the car and "Dirty Black Summer" comes on. Dice! It's especially dice because I've been thinking about Danzig recently and wanting to buy their albums again.
I've also been hearing a lot of Sabbath recently. I listened to Paranoid the other week and then since then, I've heard almost that entire album again via Indie 103.1.
I called an email request that we received today. I got the voicemail that goes, "Hey it's Paul." Then a pause and you start talking and the message goes on. Funny joke. Fuck you asshole. I was kind of thinking if I should leave a message or not because I fell for his lame fucking joke. I didn't know that grown men still do this 40 year old joke anymore. I'm usually privy to things like that and don't fall for much of them, and I can't validate this guy's thing as a victory. No way.
This is from an email request:
Customer Comments: Take my girlfriend out to dinner and then to where we
had our first date
Why do we need to know it's where your first date was? So fucking lame.
If I ever work at a restaurant or somewhere like that, I'll work holidays. I just don't want to work on Valentine's Day and during prom season. Two things I just can't deal with. Every one doing stupid stuff like, "Oh, Sweetie Pie. I got you these flowers and a box of chocolates. I love you." I remember last year when I was working at Ted & Wally's. This guy called and said, "My girlfriend loves your ice cream. I was thinking of bringing her in tonight. Could you put her name on the flavor board?"
"Like, just her name, nothing else?"
"Yes."
"Sure. Just call before you're coming in, because we can't just keep the name up there all night."
What the fuck? How the fuck is that romantic? That's just fucking stupid. "Hey, you want to get some ice cream? Oh, gee. I wonder what flavors they got tonight?" I'm glad as hell I was not that guy's date that night. How do you react to something as stupid as that? Why not get a chalk rock and write her name on the sidewalk. "I knew you liked to walk this way, so I wrote your name on it to show that you like to walk here and it illustrates my love for you in a way that no man in the history of world has been able to do."
I don't understand why these people all want to take a limo service but refuse to pay how much it costs or make comparisons to cabs. Everytime I drive around I can't help but realize how much it would cost for a cab and think that it would be the same that we charge for a luxury sedan. If I were to order a sedan and was told it would be $70 from Sherman Oaks to LAX, I'd go for it. I'd be like, "Damn. That's fucking cheap. I was expecting like $200." Or, "$95?! That's too much. I'm going to bill my company, but they'll think $95 is too much for a trip to the airport." Yeah, fuckhead. If it's too much for a company to want to pay for something like an airport run, they probably want you to take a cab. You're not a fucking rockstar you fucking corporate slut.
People want to pay $20, I'll fucking pick them up on my road bike. You get what you pay for, bitch. You want to go to the Grammy's and pay $400 for 10 hours in a limousine, I'll fucking send my neighbors pick-up truck to haul your ass around.
We watched "Gingerdead Man" the other night. Of course I knew it would be bad, but I figured it be bad in a good way. Not one thing in this movie was worth it. Everything was stupid in this movie. And not stupid like, "That's so awesome." More like, "I can't believe I'm fucking watching this."
Speaking of cookies, I heard Danzig on the radio the other day. How fucking awesome is that? I haven't heard them on the radio since high school and I get in the car and "Dirty Black Summer" comes on. Dice! It's especially dice because I've been thinking about Danzig recently and wanting to buy their albums again.
I've also been hearing a lot of Sabbath recently. I listened to Paranoid the other week and then since then, I've heard almost that entire album again via Indie 103.1.
I called an email request that we received today. I got the voicemail that goes, "Hey it's Paul." Then a pause and you start talking and the message goes on. Funny joke. Fuck you asshole. I was kind of thinking if I should leave a message or not because I fell for his lame fucking joke. I didn't know that grown men still do this 40 year old joke anymore. I'm usually privy to things like that and don't fall for much of them, and I can't validate this guy's thing as a victory. No way.
This is from an email request:
Customer Comments: Take my girlfriend out to dinner and then to where we
had our first date
Why do we need to know it's where your first date was? So fucking lame.
If I ever work at a restaurant or somewhere like that, I'll work holidays. I just don't want to work on Valentine's Day and during prom season. Two things I just can't deal with. Every one doing stupid stuff like, "Oh, Sweetie Pie. I got you these flowers and a box of chocolates. I love you." I remember last year when I was working at Ted & Wally's. This guy called and said, "My girlfriend loves your ice cream. I was thinking of bringing her in tonight. Could you put her name on the flavor board?"
"Like, just her name, nothing else?"
"Yes."
"Sure. Just call before you're coming in, because we can't just keep the name up there all night."
What the fuck? How the fuck is that romantic? That's just fucking stupid. "Hey, you want to get some ice cream? Oh, gee. I wonder what flavors they got tonight?" I'm glad as hell I was not that guy's date that night. How do you react to something as stupid as that? Why not get a chalk rock and write her name on the sidewalk. "I knew you liked to walk this way, so I wrote your name on it to show that you like to walk here and it illustrates my love for you in a way that no man in the history of world has been able to do."
I don't understand why these people all want to take a limo service but refuse to pay how much it costs or make comparisons to cabs. Everytime I drive around I can't help but realize how much it would cost for a cab and think that it would be the same that we charge for a luxury sedan. If I were to order a sedan and was told it would be $70 from Sherman Oaks to LAX, I'd go for it. I'd be like, "Damn. That's fucking cheap. I was expecting like $200." Or, "$95?! That's too much. I'm going to bill my company, but they'll think $95 is too much for a trip to the airport." Yeah, fuckhead. If it's too much for a company to want to pay for something like an airport run, they probably want you to take a cab. You're not a fucking rockstar you fucking corporate slut.
People want to pay $20, I'll fucking pick them up on my road bike. You get what you pay for, bitch. You want to go to the Grammy's and pay $400 for 10 hours in a limousine, I'll fucking send my neighbors pick-up truck to haul your ass around.
Monday, February 06, 2006
"Oooh, on the TLC tip"
There was a car across the street at Westchester Golf Course whose car kept honking. At first I was pissed because it sounded like someone honking for someone to come outside. But it kept going and going and I thought about getting a baseball bat and walking out there and smashing whoever's car it is. But Jeanne looked outside and saw that there was a guy with his hood up and that's his car. It won't stop honking. Okay. But the thing is that I think it was his car alarm that malfunctioned and car alarms are so fucking futile that I still hate him for that. But the good thing about it is it was at a golf course, right by the driving range. I have this thing that when I drive by golf courses, if someone's about to tee off, I honk to throw them off. So all these guys at the driving range have this continual honking in the background. It was nice.
It made me remember that time Drew and I were in Lawrence, KS. We were wallking around Massachusettes Ave and heard this long continual honking. Like someone had his hand on the horn and was driving through the street. We thought it was some kids trying to be funny. It kept going and going and getting closer and closer. When the vehicle drove by us, there was a guy in the truck hitting his steering wheel. The horn wouldn't stop and he kept hitting it trying to turn it off.
Here's one of the last phone conversations from Saturday night as I was getting ready to leave work:
"I need a car tonight."
"I'm sorry we're all booked up. There's some high school dances going on tonight so everything's booked."
"I just need a town car."
"We don't have any town cars available."
"Do you know any other companies that you can suggest?"
"All of our affiliate companies are booked as well."
"You know this for a fact?"
"Yes!"
"Give me one of their numbers. I'm going to call them."
"I'm not giving you their names or numbers."
"Why not?"
"Because. We don't have to tell you who we work with or give you the names of our competitors. There are hundred of companies in Los Angeles. You'll be able to find one, but I'm not going to find one for you."
Very angry and sarcastically, "Thanks a lot. You have great customer service skills."
"Thank you. I take pride in that. Have a great night sir."
Another one I had from Thursday:
"I called a little while ago and got a quote and I'd like to book it."
I quoted this guy so I start taking his reservation. "What time is your pick up?"
"4Am."
"All right, at that time the rate is different. It's going to be $20 more."
"Why is that?"
"That's our rate at that time."
"Why does it matter?"
"Because we don't have drivers on shifts. They're all on call 24 hours a day. No one will do it for less than that price."
"Okay. You just lost a customer."
"You were never our customer. Thank you. Have a nice day."
It made me remember that time Drew and I were in Lawrence, KS. We were wallking around Massachusettes Ave and heard this long continual honking. Like someone had his hand on the horn and was driving through the street. We thought it was some kids trying to be funny. It kept going and going and getting closer and closer. When the vehicle drove by us, there was a guy in the truck hitting his steering wheel. The horn wouldn't stop and he kept hitting it trying to turn it off.
Here's one of the last phone conversations from Saturday night as I was getting ready to leave work:
"I need a car tonight."
"I'm sorry we're all booked up. There's some high school dances going on tonight so everything's booked."
"I just need a town car."
"We don't have any town cars available."
"Do you know any other companies that you can suggest?"
"All of our affiliate companies are booked as well."
"You know this for a fact?"
"Yes!"
"Give me one of their numbers. I'm going to call them."
"I'm not giving you their names or numbers."
"Why not?"
"Because. We don't have to tell you who we work with or give you the names of our competitors. There are hundred of companies in Los Angeles. You'll be able to find one, but I'm not going to find one for you."
Very angry and sarcastically, "Thanks a lot. You have great customer service skills."
"Thank you. I take pride in that. Have a great night sir."
Another one I had from Thursday:
"I called a little while ago and got a quote and I'd like to book it."
I quoted this guy so I start taking his reservation. "What time is your pick up?"
"4Am."
"All right, at that time the rate is different. It's going to be $20 more."
"Why is that?"
"That's our rate at that time."
"Why does it matter?"
"Because we don't have drivers on shifts. They're all on call 24 hours a day. No one will do it for less than that price."
"Okay. You just lost a customer."
"You were never our customer. Thank you. Have a nice day."
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Another Idiot
"Hi. I'm looking for a ride from LAX to Yorba Linda. What do you charge for something like this?"
"All right. That'll be $136.84."
"Okay. And that's from LAX to Yorba Linda?"
"Yeah!"
What the fuck other rate would I be giving you if you asked for this? "Oh, no. Sorry sir. That was from San Francisco to Berkeley. Hold on while I continue through my list of prices before I get to the one you're looking for. I usually like to warm up by quoting several other type of runs then quoting the one you're asking about."
"All right. That'll be $136.84."
"Okay. And that's from LAX to Yorba Linda?"
"Yeah!"
What the fuck other rate would I be giving you if you asked for this? "Oh, no. Sorry sir. That was from San Francisco to Berkeley. Hold on while I continue through my list of prices before I get to the one you're looking for. I usually like to warm up by quoting several other type of runs then quoting the one you're asking about."
Another Moron
Got another request for rates via email. The person listed the distance between the two addresses and how minimal the travelling time would be, showing a transportation company how close it is so we would possibly quote them a lower rate. Like we wouldn't look up the addresses ourselves.
Seinfeld
As many Seinfelds as I watch, his stand up bits between segments are just not funny. They're like a bad amatuer comics. There was an episode that Kramer came in and told Jerry that he had a new bit for him. That was more funny than anything I've every heard Jerry do in those segments.
The point of this blog, though, is that I watched an episode that Jerry lost $1500 in his laundry and got upset at the laundry guy. So he and Kramer go back in and Kramer puts cement into the washer. I was rolling for quite a while. Not even at what was going on, or at Kramer falling all over the place. It was just because of the idea of putting cement into the washer. Kramer's explanation of doing it was excellent as well.
The point of this blog, though, is that I watched an episode that Jerry lost $1500 in his laundry and got upset at the laundry guy. So he and Kramer go back in and Kramer puts cement into the washer. I was rolling for quite a while. Not even at what was going on, or at Kramer falling all over the place. It was just because of the idea of putting cement into the washer. Kramer's explanation of doing it was excellent as well.
Friday, February 03, 2006
Get You!
I told my boss I was quitting at the end of the month. I hope everything works out with the move. This weekend, I need to put together our finances and hope that it does. I talked to Vince last night. Super good. He and Mary Jo will be staying in Berkeley for a few years, so it'll be super dice that we're moving towards that area. Speaking of, he's getting married in July in Omaha. That sucks. I want to go back for it, but my brother is getting married in Hawai'i around that same time. D'oh! Hopefully I'll have money for both since my Hawai'i ticket's only going to be $150 r/t and Omaha flights are cheap as well.
I had this thing with my Netflix account where I was going to have one of my rentals be a TV series, but I forgot to move some stuff around, so I'm getting two in my next shipment of three.
Watched "Murderball" the other night. By glancing at the cover, I thought it was a dumb movie like "Rollerball." But it was a really great documentary. Best guy in it is Zupan and Ashton Kutcher's doppleganger. Also the bitter coach that looks like Woody Harrelson. The best part was during this montage of events at the paralympics, they showed women's volleyball. They look like slugs. The documentary itself is great. A lot of funny shit going on in it. Watch it yourself. You'll see. One part had a guy who had no legs and no arms past his elbows. He got on top of another guy who was on all fours and proceeded to do mechanical bull ride with him.
Anyone into watching a shitty movie, rent "Must Love Dogs." I've been wanting to watch it because John Cusack is in it and I even said to Jeanne while walking to the register, "He's never been in a bad movie." Right there I should've taken it back. The movie is the stupidest movie ever. Bad dialogue. Bad actors doing bad acting. Every scene you see when you think it can't get any worse it does. It made me wonder whether John adlibbed his lines, because his lines are awesome, especially compared to the other ones. Christopher Plummer was great as usual.
This fucking asshole is in this movie. This guy is one of the worst actors in the history of film. He looks stupid and is always casted as this hunk. Like the father in "Angels in the Outfield." Give me a break. Whatever tough guy! I wouldn't doubt that he adlibs his lines because he always says something really stupid and looks stupid himself saying it. The only character I could see him portraying would be a retarded kid who says nothing and just gets his ass beaten. That's a guaranteed Oscar right there.
Got into an argument with a customer the other day because he got an "automated, non-binding estimate" the other day in his email. He called to book the car and when I told him the total, he got upset saying that it's almost double the quote. I told him that "the rate is an estimate and it's just the hourly rate for the car requested times the amount of hours you're requesting for. It doesn't include any tax, tip, or other fees; it's just a basic rate, that's why it's an 'estimate.'"
I had this thing with my Netflix account where I was going to have one of my rentals be a TV series, but I forgot to move some stuff around, so I'm getting two in my next shipment of three.
Watched "Murderball" the other night. By glancing at the cover, I thought it was a dumb movie like "Rollerball." But it was a really great documentary. Best guy in it is Zupan and Ashton Kutcher's doppleganger. Also the bitter coach that looks like Woody Harrelson. The best part was during this montage of events at the paralympics, they showed women's volleyball. They look like slugs. The documentary itself is great. A lot of funny shit going on in it. Watch it yourself. You'll see. One part had a guy who had no legs and no arms past his elbows. He got on top of another guy who was on all fours and proceeded to do mechanical bull ride with him.
Anyone into watching a shitty movie, rent "Must Love Dogs." I've been wanting to watch it because John Cusack is in it and I even said to Jeanne while walking to the register, "He's never been in a bad movie." Right there I should've taken it back. The movie is the stupidest movie ever. Bad dialogue. Bad actors doing bad acting. Every scene you see when you think it can't get any worse it does. It made me wonder whether John adlibbed his lines, because his lines are awesome, especially compared to the other ones. Christopher Plummer was great as usual.
This fucking asshole is in this movie. This guy is one of the worst actors in the history of film. He looks stupid and is always casted as this hunk. Like the father in "Angels in the Outfield." Give me a break. Whatever tough guy! I wouldn't doubt that he adlibs his lines because he always says something really stupid and looks stupid himself saying it. The only character I could see him portraying would be a retarded kid who says nothing and just gets his ass beaten. That's a guaranteed Oscar right there.
Got into an argument with a customer the other day because he got an "automated, non-binding estimate" the other day in his email. He called to book the car and when I told him the total, he got upset saying that it's almost double the quote. I told him that "the rate is an estimate and it's just the hourly rate for the car requested times the amount of hours you're requesting for. It doesn't include any tax, tip, or other fees; it's just a basic rate, that's why it's an 'estimate.'"
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