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Nov. 22nd, 2003 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguyAs I enjoy Saturdays to be, today was nice and quiet.
As the microwave has gone erratic again, we took it to the Sears depot for repairs. The staff attempted to tell Snra. Bitter that she was wrong, and that they didn't service that brand.
Poor, poor staff. Would be easier to just put a bullet in your brain.
Snra. Bitter kindly pointed out that we had, in fact, had the exact same microwave (which predates the invention of lead) serviced at that exact same service depot not 1 year previous, and that if the staff was unaware that that brand was, in fact, a Sears brand, it was a reflection of her competence, and could we please see the manager?
The manager, of course, being no fool, agreed that they did, in fact, service that brand and was able to find the service record on our account, and we left with fewer appliances than we'd arrived with.
We have listened to Dr. Demento's Hits from Outer Spacea few times. Amusing, although I wonder why all the songs with the exception of two were about Star Trek (or by Leonard Nimoy). Certainly something amusing can be said about Star Wars (since Weird Al's The Saga Begins, featured on the disc, is hardly amusing) or another show (barring said song being sung by the former star of said show, that being Bill Mumy singing The Ballad of William Robinson) or franchise.
And someone tell Leslie Fish she doesn't have to sing through her nose. Really. A nice classically trained Spanish guitarist on Carmen Miranda's Ghost would have been nice.
Am endeavoring to convince Snra. Bitter to go to FKO next year, if only so she can attend a local con and have a good time.
Dinner was a simple combination of pasta, cheese n' meat, with some salad and bread. Yum, bread. I'm baking a cake as we speak. It took longer than I thought; I was insufficiently prepared and prone to frustration.
In other news, a cousin of mine is going to be working at the Library of Alexandria. Which is kinda cool.
As the microwave has gone erratic again, we took it to the Sears depot for repairs. The staff attempted to tell Snra. Bitter that she was wrong, and that they didn't service that brand.
Poor, poor staff. Would be easier to just put a bullet in your brain.
Snra. Bitter kindly pointed out that we had, in fact, had the exact same microwave (which predates the invention of lead) serviced at that exact same service depot not 1 year previous, and that if the staff was unaware that that brand was, in fact, a Sears brand, it was a reflection of her competence, and could we please see the manager?
The manager, of course, being no fool, agreed that they did, in fact, service that brand and was able to find the service record on our account, and we left with fewer appliances than we'd arrived with.
We have listened to Dr. Demento's Hits from Outer Spacea few times. Amusing, although I wonder why all the songs with the exception of two were about Star Trek (or by Leonard Nimoy). Certainly something amusing can be said about Star Wars (since Weird Al's The Saga Begins, featured on the disc, is hardly amusing) or another show (barring said song being sung by the former star of said show, that being Bill Mumy singing The Ballad of William Robinson) or franchise.
And someone tell Leslie Fish she doesn't have to sing through her nose. Really. A nice classically trained Spanish guitarist on Carmen Miranda's Ghost would have been nice.
Am endeavoring to convince Snra. Bitter to go to FKO next year, if only so she can attend a local con and have a good time.
Dinner was a simple combination of pasta, cheese n' meat, with some salad and bread. Yum, bread. I'm baking a cake as we speak. It took longer than I thought; I was insufficiently prepared and prone to frustration.
In other news, a cousin of mine is going to be working at the Library of Alexandria. Which is kinda cool.
