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I've learned that there a frightening large amount of people who seemingly take pleasure from being tools, drones, or both. Today was a crowning end to 2006 (I doubt the next few days are going to match all the nonsense that was packed in to today). First there was the pleasure of banging heads with Yahoo over there 72hr mailbox placed in pending status state for new commercial accounts which has my inbound mail for my website being sent back as undeliverable.
I can be a real dick sometimes and when someone's treating me like that I just bought my first system when I'm mentioning MX records to them (and I can tell they're not completely dead from the neck up) that's my cue. I left two happy campers behind in that train wreck (the drone and his supervisor), but at least I gleaned a work around out of the super that now has my mail being received at my old mail server until their timer finishes its count down. Then there was paying for the dinner that I just ate.
I went to a local pizzeria, ordered a large order, then had them run my visa to pay for it, and the machine freezes after spitting out part of the receipt. After maybe a minute of waiting for the rest I go to have a seat 5ft away so I can eat before the food became cold.
The idiots behind the counter tried telling me that I had to stand and wait until the thing finished. Yeah, because everyone knows that if it doesn't finish printing in one minute it'll miraculously finish in the next minute. Right.
So I went sat down and ate anyway (still in visual range of the cashier). I sat, ate, and watched as instead of canceling out the purchase at the register to allow both of them be taking orders they just stupidly stood around the credit card machine and stared at it like looking for water to boil rather than maybe unplugging it and trying again with my card (I'm banking the "hold" was because of someone in the back on the freakin phone).
I just watched in amazement as the line of people piled up as they worked with one register while three people stood around the credit card machine looking at it, playing with the already printed portion (like pulling on it will make the rest print), and take group think to a new low. Meanwhile I'm eating my food while trying not to laugh as I'm thinking of three stooges jokes (I wasn't in any rush as I was eating). One minute passes, five minutes pass, ten minutes pass (no, I'm not making these numbers up), and viola! the machine finally prints the other half.
I'm just really not happy with how the bulk of this year was.
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