I am at the top of the food chain for a reason!

So the vegetarian thing is gone now. For those who were placing bets on how long it would last - its been...well most of the summer. I was built to eat meat apparently. I got kinda sick and I realized I needed the iron that only a nice juicy slab of dead cow can provide. Well...I no longer make friends with salad. Well maybe if I make a really good one, but really, I'm back!

Damn, they're just that bad...

So moving day was on Friday. For once in my life I chose being good over sleeping in...bad choice! I scheduled my move for 10am. I figured I would have time to wake up eat go buy tape to seal the final boxes, etc before they came. I'm good by 9:30, which is when I get a call from them. "Um, did you want your move for today?" "Yes..." "Ok we'll be there around 10:30 now, is that ok?" "Fine." So then a little while later I get another call: "Um, it's going to be more like 11, 11:15 at the latest!" "*sigh* Fine." So 11:15 comes and goes and at 11:30 I call to see what's going on - I leave several um wtf messages and keep calling until someone picks up around 12ish. So they wont be there until 1:30 now. I am freaking out a bit and not a very happy person at this point. 1:30 comes and goes, and no movers. I again embark upon a call every number I have for them (thank God for caller ID) and 20 min later I get them again, where they say the woman before me had more stuff than they thought and it will be 4 before they can get here. I'm sitting there thinking...yeah...more stuff takes 6 hours..riiiight, but I agree. So I look up the number of another person who quoted me to see if they can move me. The guy says yes, but his english isn't so good and its loud where he is and we get disconnected. I call a few more times and he doesn't pick up so I shrug it off as a losing deal, and call the guys again for reassurance they will be here by 4. All day I have been emphasizing to them how much I really need to be moved out of this building by 5pm so I can return the keys. The guy actually picks up when I call him, yay, and says he will be there by 4, but I can call someone else if I want. I respond no I want you here, please be here by 4, I have to be out by 5. He replies saying that at least he is calling to let me know and I was like wtf I've been calling -you- and you don't even answer most of the time! Now at this point I am not too confident in their assurances and make arrangements with Tom to leave keys with the guard. To make a long story a little shorter- time goes on they don't show, I call a few times they sound madder each time I call. Like I am putting them out by wondering why they have not shown up. So this goes on for awhile with them saying "15 more min!" a few times until it gets to be about 7:15pm and they do actually show up!! So they only brought a van and cram everything in there. Turns out the scratch some of my furniture and I haven't opened my fragile kitchen box...but I am a little scared to. So about 9 they're done unloading everything, and still demand full payment after all of this because I had more stuff than I said. Now keep in mind that when I made the reservation I told them I wasn't finished packing and there would be more. So the guy was like "well I hope you're a good tipper." I gave him a "you have got to be kidding me" look and replied that when they show up 9 hours late ANYTHING I give them is a good tip. Now while they were loading/unloading they were whining constantly about how heavy things were and how tired they were and one guy was complaining that the other was doing most of the work. So I was already so annoyed with these guys and just wanted them gone so I could have my belated shabbos dinner and rest. The guy starts arguing me on how I was lucky they were so late because they wouldn't have taken anything not on their list, and put things where I wanted (I asked for some boxes in the living room, some in the bedroom because neither was large enough for all the boxes and it made sense...) and I could have called someone else. I was just like whatever get out of my apartment you moron and finally they go. I look for the bag that had my dinner in it (which would have been delivered to this apartment had these idiots shown up on time) and they had left it out in the hall! Luckily I checked and everything else made it to the apartment. World's Best Movers...my ass.

Here's your sign...

So I spent all day yesterday trying to find a decently priced moving company. Most are insanely high considering I'm moving a few boxes and a nighttable. So I finally find a company I like, price is decent, and the guy speeks english well (yay extra bonus!). So I'm all set. A few places I contacted are a little slow and still calling me to give me quotes but when I say no I'm good they go away. This one brilliant guy decides to still try to sell me on his company. "Well, did they give you a good deal?" "no...I went with the worst deal possible...wtf do you think?" (I didn't actually say this, just thought it - I said yes in a pissed off voice.) "Well are they insured and reliable?" "No - I picked some random guys off the street who offered to do it for $700/hr and will drop my stuff for me for an extra $39.95, extra of course if they break anything, and insurance is for chumps." (again, just thinking it, he got another annoyed, yes, before I made him go away.) Some people never learn...

How difficult is it to use a phone???

So I've decided people are even dumber than I previously thought. They can't manage to use a phone properly. Now I will admit that I have dialed an incorrect number before. Believe it or not - I am not always perfect (I know you'd never guess it, but I swear!) But seriously, I usually catch it before the call goes through - I have a tingly spidey-sense of numbers pushed that comes from years of working a cash register back in high school. And if for some reason (please see above comment about not being perfect - no really it's true!) I miss it, well when I am informed that I cannot type in a number, I don't call the wrong number again! Maybe once or twice in my life, but I was young and stupid!

Now that we have that settled - I have the same phone number at work as a municipal bonds company with the 215 area code. So I frequently get calls asking for John, or the bonds desk, etc. Now I am not John, nor am I a bonds desk, so I catch on pretty quickly! So when people call over and over insisting that they dialed properly...it's just kinda sad. So I shouldn't be allowed to answer my phone this early because I was kinda mean:
*ring ring*
Me: Hello?
Rocket Scientist: May I have the municipal desk please? (Now I don't remember exactly what he said but I am just going to assume our resident genius used proper grammar/politeness)
Me: No, I'm sorry. You meant to dial 215 as the area code.
Rocket Scientist: Oh, Sorry, thanks. *hang up*

1 min later with the same number showing up:
*ring ring*
Me: 215 - use 2-1-5 (I feel hello is overrated at this point)
Rocket Scientist: I did. I dialed 215! (Obviously not since you managed to reach me...)
Me: No really, 215 - try harder. *hang up*

I think that soon, I'm going to start messing with these people. How would you feel if you dialed your bonds company and someone who sounded like she could be a receptionist said something like "Oh I'm sorry, our associates are no longer taking calls - we've gone bankrupt." Then just hung up. Next person to fail to dial is getting a heart attack...

Once more for the cheap seats in the back

I'm making up for lost time by posting like crazy today. Haven't shared an amusing work anecdote in awhile so I thought I would.

I received an email (on Saturday no less) from one of the professors I work for. He needed something typed. So he typed it out in the email...and sent it to me to type. Think this one through people...it boggles the mind.

I just saw this...and I had to

Quoted Directly from TMZ.com
It's called "Jihad: The Musical" and it's already playing at the "Edinburgh Fringe Festival" -- because seriously, what's got more laughs than Islamic extremism? Some say it's in poor taste, but ... "You say Al Qaeda, I say Al Qaida."

They go on to compare it to "Springtime for Hitler" from The Producers. wow...

But what really gets me is one comment:
I think the problem with this play might be that it will never take place because when the curtain rises on opening night...guess what? NO ONE CAN FIND OSAMA!
I just cracked up when I saw that. If it comes to Broadway - anyone wanna go? :p

Damn, I'm just that lazy

Wow...my last post I was just moving into my little orange box...now I'm moving again! Finally found a new apartment which will be my home till January :) Moving sometime this week, most likely Friday. It will be called...well I don't have a name for it yet, little cream box just doesn't have the same ring to it. And it's a much nicer apartment, real 2 bedroom (yes I have a roomie), and my room is huge...huge like it's the size of the little orange box...and I don't have a "kitchen" taking up 1 wall. But I will be able to have people over!! Yay!

Let's see, still at my job, still going a little crazy, but it's only for now and I can live.

Write me comments and I'll see if I remember to update more than once every few months!

Life is like a box of chocolates....

Life is like a box of chocolates - dark, sticky and bad for you...

So I have officially accepted a new job. I start tomorrow. A little concerned about making copies and filing things, but at least it'll be easy and I get health insurance! yay!

So...wish me luck!

I'm all settled into my little orange box, and it actually feels like home these days, not some scary apartment that someone very colorblind painted orange. So thats great :) But its always fun hearing about people not in NY who are paying half of what I do for a much better place...I'm getting jealous :( oh well...few more months!

and life goes on...

Well it's been awhile since I've blogged, so here's an update:

Moved into my little orange box. It's still very very small and very very orange.
I have no real furniture...but I will live.

I also have no job. I have the same job as earlier, but it doesn't count bc I hate it and I'm really really wanting to leave. And if I don't have a job soon I'll have to leave. But it's all good.

So having all of this free time isn't all that it's cracked up to be. I'm fairly bored. Oh well. I suppose I should enjoy not having homework while I can.