Moving is complicated. I received an offer to schedule a job interview with a call center, but I won't know when I can schedule it until...later. I currently have no job, which is a lot more stressful than I would have thought. I'm also trying to figure out how to get and move all of my crap into the new place that we don't technically have yet, and there are things I need that I still don't have, which is nerve-wracking.
I also had to cancel my internet bill today, whereupon I discovered that they have been charging me for phone services for the past five months in direct conflict with the fact that I canceled phone service with AT&T five months ago. As you might imagine, I am not happy. But since they say they never received a call from me to cancel services (they did) and that they are still providing phone services to my address (they are not), I don't have a leg to stand on.
Then I spent twenty minutes asking a woman with an indecipherable accent and a limited grasp on the English language to repeat a mailing address for my cell phone bill because I owe my bank $200 that I don't have due to the fact that they were sick of emergency overdraws and decided to slam me for trying to buy lunch. I guess I also apparently can't open a new account until I pay that off, which I cannot do.
Look, I know you're only a word processor-- and a pretty crappy one at that-- but try to work with me, here. This is not that difficult.
First of all, do not suggest words like "plaything" and "farthing" as alternate spellings to correct my mistake when I type in "laothing". I transposed two letters; you know what the hell I meant.
Make yourself useful with that thesaurus feature. Give me a word for "unchracteristically" that isn't bland and more than twelve letters long. "Unexpectedly" doesn't count.
This concept may be a bit difficult for you to grasp, but yes, there does in fact exist a context in which the word "himself" is grammatically acceptable. Please, make yourself familiar with all instances in which this word and it's -self kin may be used without a fuss needing to be raised. It will make the typing experience smoother for us both.
If I type the same exact word with the same exact spelling sixty-three times in one document, and it has a capital letter in front, do not mark it incorrect with your oh-so-helpful squiggly line of crimson death. It's a proper name. I know what I'm doing, here.
I do not require an office assistant in the form of a dancing paperclip. If I want him, I'll mark that feature active. Otherwise, keep him out of my face. And if I look like I'm making a bulleted list? It's because I'm making a bulleted list. You should be smart enough to recognize this without having to have a strip of metal with eyeballs ask me about it.
I know it's a sentence fragment. It's supposed to be grammatically incorrect. Sometimes, people actually use the words "How charming" or "My thoughts exactly" as a complete sentence, and-- shock and horror-- everyone knows what they mean. It's not the end of the world.
You and I both know what "gonna" means. Let it go.
Stop frantically attempting to fix my formatting. I really do want to have a set of quotation marks directly followed by an apostrophe, and I really don't want to argue about it.
Don't make me manually resize an em dash every single time I type one. It's really starting to fray my last nerve, and I have to save that one, because later I get to deal with Internet Explorer.
Yours truly and with a developing tension headache, Me.
When it started out, everything was fine. I was young and naive, the internet had a lot to offer...I thought I'd found the one. We had so many good times...but eventually, the internet started keeping me from seeing my friends. It separated me from my family and made me stay in all night. I would ask it to do simple things and it would refuse, sometimes even going so far as to have a total breakdown. It hurt me in ways that I think I may never recover from. But then it would turn around and tell me it loved me, showering me with gifts of podcasts and free manga scanlations.
The way it is now...it abuses me blatantly, really, and with little reason. It snaps at me, is cold and aloof, constantly sending me signals that I can't understand or don't want to hear. I get upset and go home to stay with my mom for a few days. But I always go back. Within a week, I always go back. I know it doesn't really love me, but I can't live without it. The internet...owns me. It owns my soul.
I know I need help. I need to get out, save myself before it's too late...maybe I should see a therapist.
What the hell is that? Does the website just yawn, scratch its head and say "You know, I'm watching Becker...I'm gonna have to get back to you on that one. Go download some music or research eels on wiki or whatever."?
It can't just DECLINE TO SHOW SOMETHING. It's a WEBSITE. A NON-SENTIENT website. It doesn't have that option!
Techonology can go and die a sad and painful death alone and unloved in the corner of an elevator for all I care.
As soon as I'm done downloading chapters 364 to current of One Piece.
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