I must have looked a hot mess after work today...walking down the street with a small box full of stuff...straight to Sunset Lounge, the after work spot. LOL! It HAD to look like I had just gotten fired!
Actually, I had heard that they have half-price sushi during Happy Hour and I had a craving. However, it turns out that it's not half-price if you're getting it to go. Bastids!
So, no, I didn't get fired but someone at my job did. It was only my second time firing someone...and the first time was over the phone. It wasn't pleasant but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I had his manager in the room with me so he couldn't go ballistic like he'd done in the past when getting reprimanded.
At first I felt bad for this mofo...he was all cryin and shit. Until today when I had to go through 3 huge stacks of his mail that he let sit and sit for months. Like...since December! Plus sending out awards to some of his employees, reconciling his expense reports, blah blah blah. While he was cleaning out his office, he swiped some stuff that I didn't know he should not taken...it's funny to find out now just how much he took that should have stayed. Well nah...actually it's not funny cause this fucker lied to my face about that stuff LOL but what can you do now? I emailed my boss, the HR lady above me, his old manager and the regional manager and let them know what happened and they said it wasn't worth it to try and go after him. Which I agree with...but wait til they get his AMEX bills LOL! Whoo, boi! Tell me how you spend almost $3,000 in a grocery store and THAT'S work-related?!
Anywho, hope yall had a good day. Time to go cuddle up and watch TV with D. Well...I'll be trying to cuddle and he'll more than likely be running the hell away. Peace!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
See...
This is what happens when I don't leave YouTube when I know I should.
Check these breezies out. They are pretty good. Looks like a few of them maybe missed some practices LOL but it's not too bad.
Long day
I have had the longest day EVER so I can't possibly post something worth reading...my brain won't allow it.
So here's one of my favorite LeBron commercials. Have I mentioned how much I love him? I really, TRULY love LeBron. Seriously.
Enjoy!
Sunday, April 22, 2007
On today's Oprah...
RANDOM PIC ALERT: Hahahahaa! Look at those little snatch-back ponytails! Wasn't I kee-yoot?! I still haven't worked off that belly LOL!
Have you ever noticed that an Oprah episode can involve like...18 different topics? Today's post will be a bunch of randomness so enjoy...
1) Just found out that my uncle has cancer. Lung cancer. From smoking. It was found in its early stages so they can do treatment. My other uncle (his brother) died from throat cancer a few years ago. My Dad has been back and forth to the hospital for something the doctors found on his lungs. They all did/do smoke. I hate that my Dad's been trying to quit for years and even through all this...is still having a hard time. Fuck nicotine. I hate you.
B) I just got my hair done two days ago and already it's in a big, bushy ponytail on the top of my head. *sigh* But, I do have some bomb ass Farouk Chi ceramic flat irons (bought for the low-low thanks to my hookup) so I'll be able to get this bush together. Prolly won't though. I'm lazy like that.
3) I have 5 classes this semester. I have already completed one and am almost done for the semester with the others. This gotdamn history class, though...SHIT! He acts like this is a graduate level class. Jerk.
D) Why does my sister only call me when she needs some money or a ride somewhere? Why are my parents raising her child like they just had a baby and not three grown children? Why is it so hard to talk some sense into her? I love her but she needs a damn WAKE UP CALL!
5) I have nightmares with "Lost Planet" music playing in the background.
iii) Cavs whooped some Wizard ass today. I predict a sweep but that probably means it won't happen.
1) My belly is full of pizza and orange pop (wtf is a gotdamn soda?!) and it's so happy right now.
>> I filed a small claims case against loser repair guy and have a court date scheduled for May 9th. I hope he shows up just so I can see how he's planned to explain his way out of this bullshit. I have taken pictures of all the damage to my car. I would have posted them but D has Photoshop on the computer and that's the only way I can view pics from the digital camera for some reason and it takes FOREVER to open up and fuck that yall will just have to wait.
Gotta run. I'll holla. Two fingers and split em! (Peace, dummy!)
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Busy, busy, busy
I'm so swamped today at work but I wanted to take a minute to post something. I was thinking to myself, "How you gone start a blog and not even write in it?!" LOL So here's a little something...
First off, my prayers go out to everyone affected by the tragedy at VATech. It was senseless and so many lives were destroyed. I can't imagine what those families are going through. God bless you all...
My question is this, though...if they knew he was mentally ill and called him "a danger to others"(I read that in the newspaper this morning) why did they let him remain enrolled in school??? Could this have been prevented??? *smh*
I was watching Oprah the other day and they were, of course, discussing the Imus situation and whether hip-hop played a role in what happened...blah blah blah.
While I don't think hip-hop should be blamed, I do wish that some rappers would re-think their lyrical content. For some, every other word is bitch this, hoe that...don't you men have mothers? Sisters? Daughters? Wives? Are they bitches and hoes? Come on now...
I cannot sit here and say there aren't some lyrically suspicious songs that I jam to from time to time BUT there are some artists who I refuse to listen to. i.e. Devin the Dude, Too Short, etc.
And the videos...lawrd! I happened to catch that one Pretty (Ugly) Ricky video where they are singing (the jury's still out on that) about talking dirty to some girl on the phone (I CANNOT think of the piece of shit song right now) and they show a little teenage girl laying on the bed squeezing a pillow between her legs! What. The. Fuck. Where are her parents and how many times can I smack the hell out of them???
Between that and all the other disgusting titties and ass I am subjected to every time I happen to look at 106 & Park, it's made me not even want to look at videos!
They talked about that as well on Oprah and D and I ended up having a convo about it. He says it's not just the rappers...the women appearing in these videos should be held accountable as well. I agree. These ladies choose to dance around with their ass hanging out, getting champagne sprayed in their face and credit cards slid through their butt cheeks (ugh). I hear all the stories about how it'll be their "big break" into modeling or acting or what have you...but you can't pay me enough to be disrespected like that. D says the majority of women don't care about the disrespect and are all about the money. I can't agree with that. I do think A LOT of women feel this way but not the majority. I shudder to think that such a vast amount of women could have such low self-worth. I told him it really all begins with the breakdown of the Black family...but that there is a whole 'nother post. LOL!
What if these women one day woke up and said, "I refuse to be a video hoe any longer!!". What if they just stopped and were only in videos that uplifted women or at least didn't portray them as worthless pieces of nothing? How POWERFUL would that be? Just think, these dudes would actually have to be *CREATIVE*.
Will this happen in my lifetime? Probably not...but it makes me smile just to think about it.
Alright, got work to do. Later!
First off, my prayers go out to everyone affected by the tragedy at VATech. It was senseless and so many lives were destroyed. I can't imagine what those families are going through. God bless you all...
My question is this, though...if they knew he was mentally ill and called him "a danger to others"(I read that in the newspaper this morning) why did they let him remain enrolled in school??? Could this have been prevented??? *smh*
I was watching Oprah the other day and they were, of course, discussing the Imus situation and whether hip-hop played a role in what happened...blah blah blah.
While I don't think hip-hop should be blamed, I do wish that some rappers would re-think their lyrical content. For some, every other word is bitch this, hoe that...don't you men have mothers? Sisters? Daughters? Wives? Are they bitches and hoes? Come on now...
I cannot sit here and say there aren't some lyrically suspicious songs that I jam to from time to time BUT there are some artists who I refuse to listen to. i.e. Devin the Dude, Too Short, etc.
And the videos...lawrd! I happened to catch that one Pretty (Ugly) Ricky video where they are singing (the jury's still out on that) about talking dirty to some girl on the phone (I CANNOT think of the piece of shit song right now) and they show a little teenage girl laying on the bed squeezing a pillow between her legs! What. The. Fuck. Where are her parents and how many times can I smack the hell out of them???
Between that and all the other disgusting titties and ass I am subjected to every time I happen to look at 106 & Park, it's made me not even want to look at videos!
They talked about that as well on Oprah and D and I ended up having a convo about it. He says it's not just the rappers...the women appearing in these videos should be held accountable as well. I agree. These ladies choose to dance around with their ass hanging out, getting champagne sprayed in their face and credit cards slid through their butt cheeks (ugh). I hear all the stories about how it'll be their "big break" into modeling or acting or what have you...but you can't pay me enough to be disrespected like that. D says the majority of women don't care about the disrespect and are all about the money. I can't agree with that. I do think A LOT of women feel this way but not the majority. I shudder to think that such a vast amount of women could have such low self-worth. I told him it really all begins with the breakdown of the Black family...but that there is a whole 'nother post. LOL!
What if these women one day woke up and said, "I refuse to be a video hoe any longer!!". What if they just stopped and were only in videos that uplifted women or at least didn't portray them as worthless pieces of nothing? How POWERFUL would that be? Just think, these dudes would actually have to be *CREATIVE*.
Will this happen in my lifetime? Probably not...but it makes me smile just to think about it.
Alright, got work to do. Later!
Friday, April 13, 2007
Yoooooo...
Have you ever heard a story and thought..."Damn! That shit is CRAZY!" Well, today...that CRAZY shit actually happened to me. Check this shit out...
Way back in early March, my car was hit by a lady on my way to work. Neither one of us were going fast due to the traffic so it was really just a fender bender. I had a small crack, a scratch and a barely-there dent. We exchanged info but because she didn't want to go through her insurance and the damage was so minor, we said she'd just pay for the repairs. That was mistake #1.
I got some estimates...she got some estimates...she found a place out in the muthafuckin sticks that was reasonable. Little did I know this would turn out to be mistake #2. She tells me about this place. It's in Warren, OH...about an hour away from where I live. She said she'd reimburse me for gas so it was no prob for me to drive out there to drop my car off. Well, I get to Snipe's Automotive & Collision (no, I have no problem putting his shit on blast) and instantly I think...WHAT. THE. FUCK. First of all, the shop is tiny as fuck and smells like dirty ass wet poodles. The dude working there with Daniel Snipes (the punk ass owner) was very clearly drunk off his ass. Why I actually left my car there to be repaired...I'm still questioning that now.
Anyway...that was week 1. Yes, yall...WEEK 1. During this time, I was in contact with the insurance company. They told me there would have an adjuster go out and take pictures, etc. She informed me that this claim was not handled in the usual manner...the lady who hit me (let's call her Janet) did not report this to her insurance until the middle of that first week. So they had to do some investigatin and shit. That's cool. I had a ride to work and school and that's all I was concerned about. They assured me my car would be ready for pick up later that week. Week 2. Week muthafuckin 2. The insurance company saw that it was taking longer than expected to get my car repaired so they hooked me up with a rental car. They told me they'd pay for 3 days and if my car wasn't finished by then I'd have to take over the charges. I thought that was some bullshit but...what could I do? Plus, I figured within 3 days, my small crack, scratch and barely-there dent would HAVE to be fixed, right? Wrong!!!!
Wednesday of this week, I call bitch ass Snipes to inquire about my car. He asked me if I had received the check from the insurance company. I told him I had the shit. He told me that he needed payment before he could finish the vehicle. "Buuuulllllllshit!", I said. I told him that he'd get paid AFTER the job was done. He went on and on about how he needed the money to buy the paint and he couldn't finish without the money, blah blah blah. I had a feeling he was shitting me but at this point, I just wanted my car done. So I drove my stupid ass back to Warren to pay this fag-bait punk $820. Why didn't I just give him half instead of the whole payment? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He told me I could pick up my car on Friday (today). He said the paint would be dry by then and I'd be good to fuckin go. Liessssssssssss!
I called him yesterday to inquire on the status and he said it was painted, done, just needed to dry. I wanted to go and pick it up then cause I really felt like he was fucking me over but he told me I'd ruin it driving it back to Cleveland in the rain. He said today at 3, it'd be ready for pick up.
I left work at 1, came home to charge my phone a little and called Snipes to tell him I was coming to get my car. Do you know what this muthafucka said to me???? He had a family emergency so he would not be able to give me my car until tomorrow. ARE. YOU. FUCKING. KIDDING. ME???? I told him he needed to have someone open the shop for him. He said he didn't trust anyone else to have a key (not even your WIFE? For real?!). So I said, myself and a Warren police officer would come and get a key to get my car and he said he didn't trust the police. Word?! What they gone do? Steal your wrenches?! Grrrrrrrrrrrr! He kept telling me I was tripping and to just wait until tomorrow. I don't think this bitch realized that at this point, Monie was paying for the rental car...not the insurance company! True enough, it was only $24/day but I shouldn't have to and didn't want to pay it!!! Yall, I was so mad that I was close to tears. Have you ever been that mad??? Shit is not good. Anyway, I hang up on him (he wasn't talkin bout shit) and call Janet. She flips out and says she will meet me at his shop in an hour. I call my girl Ashmo (what up, Ash!!) and we (including her cousin Brandon) roll out to Warren. Get there, Janet rolls up and we call her police officer boyfriend to the scene. He tells me that there's nothing we can do and I just need to file a civil case on Monday. Fuck that, homie. I'm leaving this bitch with my car TODAY. We all wait until he leaves and Janet fucking breaks into the shop!!!! We all wanted to know if my car was even there so she took the steps to find out! LOL! She comes back out the window (lmaooo) and says my car is not there! Well...if my car is not at the shop (where it should be!), where in the hot fuck is it???
Earlier that week, he had given me another address so we just randomly go there...just to see if he lives there. Turns out it's his mother-in-law's house and she tells me that he told her that he still had my car because I requested another day. Say you swear!!! She also said he had been coming by a lot in "a little red coupe". My car is a burgundy 2005 Chevy Malibu. That sounds a lot a-fuckin-like "a little red coupe". Like...are you for real? You just gone drive my shit around like you pay the car note on it???? At this point, my anger is beyond normal levels and I'm ready to kill this dude. Before we left, momma-in-law kindly gave us the name of street where we might be able to find him. Momma...thanks for being a snitch! 'Preciate it!
We go over to this street and start driving through the parking lots...just on the off chance my car might be parked there. And then lo and behold...there's my car parked right the fuck outside this bitch's girlfriend's house! (Wife? Girlfriend? Wow.) As you can probably imagine, we caused quite a fuckin ruckus when we got there and saw my car so a few neighbors were poking their heads out their doors, being nosy. But thanks to them, we found out that this dude has been driving my car around for the ENTIRE two weeks, dropping his kids off at school, visiting his girlfriend, taking his wife to work... ("I thought he had gotten a new car" was one lady's comment)!!!!!!!!!!
We also found out exactly which apartment he lived in so Janet starts to beat his fucking door down. LOL! We saw the mini-blinds move so we knew someone was there. After threatening to call the police, he finally came outside. Looking like Who Shot John and Why. This jerk was CLEARLY not in Cleveland like he said he was. I went off. Shit, we all went off. Why the fuck isn't my car painted? Why the fuck is my car not locked up in the shop? Why the fuck this? Why the fuck that? It was a MESS. Ash has it all recorded on her phone. Fuuuuny shit. Anyway, I ask him why my vehicle is here and being used for personal reasons and you know what this bitch said? "I was gonna tell you that I was using your car and reimburse you". What the...how the...nikka you....omg the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. Reimburse me how??? You gone put those miles back on my car???? Oh lawrd, yall, speaking of miles...I swear yall won't believe this shit. In the 2 week period he was driving my car to and fucking fro...he managed to put OVER 700 MILES ON MY SHIT! Yes. Seven. Zero. Zero. 700+ miles. Iiiiiiiiiiiii don't even drive 700 miles in two weeks! Yall, I was close to beating the brakes off this mofo but I tried to stay calm. Janet, however, did not. All I heard was WHAP!WHAP! Yes, she took her car keys and ASSAULTED this dude's face! Funniest.Shit.Ever. Brandon pulled her off and things got calm for a second. WHAP!WHAP! She did the shit again! lmaooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I knew it was time to skee-daddle before somebody got lit the fuck up so I asked him when he'd have my refund since he didn't do the work on my car. He said he'd have it tomorrow. Riiiight. Janet said she'd drive back to Warren to get it and he'd better have it. He kept saying he couldn't believe we came out to Warren and did that to him, getting the police involved, embarassing him in front of his neighbors...mannnn...fuck yo life, dude. Was I supposed to let you put 700 more miles on my car?! I told him I'd see him in court and we left.
Driving home I noticed a few other discrepancies with my car. #1 Floor mats. Gone. WTF? #2 Cup holder has a burn mark like some asshole tried to put out a cig in it. I don't smoke. What the FUCK happened here?! The little button you press to adjust your side mirrors. Gone! Da hell?! The shit is not broke...it's GONE. Wooo sahhhhhhhh!
I'm home now and my car is home now. I've filed a complaint with the Better Business Bureau and have started to get my paperwork together to file a civil complaint on Monday morning. I did some research and I believe that I can get reimbursed for the portion of the work he didn't finish plus all the damage inside of my car. Him driving my car around is what I believe to be "unlawful use of a motor vehicle" and I plan to have him prosecuted for that. That's a felony in Ohio. Searching the Trumbull County Clerk of Courts website, I found that he has been arrested for domestic violence, stalking and forgery. He had some shit going on with Worker's Comp as well but I couldn't get much info from the docket.
I can't wait to see this muthafucka in court. I want the judge to throw the book at his ass! I want his raggedy ass, two-bit shop shut down! I was ALMOST tempted to burn the shit down myself! LOL!
I'll keep the blog updated with all the happenings of what goes on and I'll try to post some pictures or audio of this crazy ass day.
P.S. *Fucking dead* Janet just told me that her brother *somehow* got into the shop and retrieved the paint and gloss that was supposed to go on my car. LMAO!
Way back in early March, my car was hit by a lady on my way to work. Neither one of us were going fast due to the traffic so it was really just a fender bender. I had a small crack, a scratch and a barely-there dent. We exchanged info but because she didn't want to go through her insurance and the damage was so minor, we said she'd just pay for the repairs. That was mistake #1.
I got some estimates...she got some estimates...she found a place out in the muthafuckin sticks that was reasonable. Little did I know this would turn out to be mistake #2. She tells me about this place. It's in Warren, OH...about an hour away from where I live. She said she'd reimburse me for gas so it was no prob for me to drive out there to drop my car off. Well, I get to Snipe's Automotive & Collision (no, I have no problem putting his shit on blast) and instantly I think...WHAT. THE. FUCK. First of all, the shop is tiny as fuck and smells like dirty ass wet poodles. The dude working there with Daniel Snipes (the punk ass owner) was very clearly drunk off his ass. Why I actually left my car there to be repaired...I'm still questioning that now.
Anyway...that was week 1. Yes, yall...WEEK 1. During this time, I was in contact with the insurance company. They told me there would have an adjuster go out and take pictures, etc. She informed me that this claim was not handled in the usual manner...the lady who hit me (let's call her Janet) did not report this to her insurance until the middle of that first week. So they had to do some investigatin and shit. That's cool. I had a ride to work and school and that's all I was concerned about. They assured me my car would be ready for pick up later that week. Week 2. Week muthafuckin 2. The insurance company saw that it was taking longer than expected to get my car repaired so they hooked me up with a rental car. They told me they'd pay for 3 days and if my car wasn't finished by then I'd have to take over the charges. I thought that was some bullshit but...what could I do? Plus, I figured within 3 days, my small crack, scratch and barely-there dent would HAVE to be fixed, right? Wrong!!!!
Wednesday of this week, I call bitch ass Snipes to inquire about my car. He asked me if I had received the check from the insurance company. I told him I had the shit. He told me that he needed payment before he could finish the vehicle. "Buuuulllllllshit!", I said. I told him that he'd get paid AFTER the job was done. He went on and on about how he needed the money to buy the paint and he couldn't finish without the money, blah blah blah. I had a feeling he was shitting me but at this point, I just wanted my car done. So I drove my stupid ass back to Warren to pay this fag-bait punk $820. Why didn't I just give him half instead of the whole payment? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He told me I could pick up my car on Friday (today). He said the paint would be dry by then and I'd be good to fuckin go. Liessssssssssss!
I called him yesterday to inquire on the status and he said it was painted, done, just needed to dry. I wanted to go and pick it up then cause I really felt like he was fucking me over but he told me I'd ruin it driving it back to Cleveland in the rain. He said today at 3, it'd be ready for pick up.
I left work at 1, came home to charge my phone a little and called Snipes to tell him I was coming to get my car. Do you know what this muthafucka said to me???? He had a family emergency so he would not be able to give me my car until tomorrow. ARE. YOU. FUCKING. KIDDING. ME???? I told him he needed to have someone open the shop for him. He said he didn't trust anyone else to have a key (not even your WIFE? For real?!). So I said, myself and a Warren police officer would come and get a key to get my car and he said he didn't trust the police. Word?! What they gone do? Steal your wrenches?! Grrrrrrrrrrrr! He kept telling me I was tripping and to just wait until tomorrow. I don't think this bitch realized that at this point, Monie was paying for the rental car...not the insurance company! True enough, it was only $24/day but I shouldn't have to and didn't want to pay it!!! Yall, I was so mad that I was close to tears. Have you ever been that mad??? Shit is not good. Anyway, I hang up on him (he wasn't talkin bout shit) and call Janet. She flips out and says she will meet me at his shop in an hour. I call my girl Ashmo (what up, Ash!!) and we (including her cousin Brandon) roll out to Warren. Get there, Janet rolls up and we call her police officer boyfriend to the scene. He tells me that there's nothing we can do and I just need to file a civil case on Monday. Fuck that, homie. I'm leaving this bitch with my car TODAY. We all wait until he leaves and Janet fucking breaks into the shop!!!! We all wanted to know if my car was even there so she took the steps to find out! LOL! She comes back out the window (lmaooo) and says my car is not there! Well...if my car is not at the shop (where it should be!), where in the hot fuck is it???
Earlier that week, he had given me another address so we just randomly go there...just to see if he lives there. Turns out it's his mother-in-law's house and she tells me that he told her that he still had my car because I requested another day. Say you swear!!! She also said he had been coming by a lot in "a little red coupe". My car is a burgundy 2005 Chevy Malibu. That sounds a lot a-fuckin-like "a little red coupe". Like...are you for real? You just gone drive my shit around like you pay the car note on it???? At this point, my anger is beyond normal levels and I'm ready to kill this dude. Before we left, momma-in-law kindly gave us the name of street where we might be able to find him. Momma...thanks for being a snitch! 'Preciate it!
We go over to this street and start driving through the parking lots...just on the off chance my car might be parked there. And then lo and behold...there's my car parked right the fuck outside this bitch's girlfriend's house! (Wife? Girlfriend? Wow.) As you can probably imagine, we caused quite a fuckin ruckus when we got there and saw my car so a few neighbors were poking their heads out their doors, being nosy. But thanks to them, we found out that this dude has been driving my car around for the ENTIRE two weeks, dropping his kids off at school, visiting his girlfriend, taking his wife to work... ("I thought he had gotten a new car" was one lady's comment)!!!!!!!!!!
We also found out exactly which apartment he lived in so Janet starts to beat his fucking door down. LOL! We saw the mini-blinds move so we knew someone was there. After threatening to call the police, he finally came outside. Looking like Who Shot John and Why. This jerk was CLEARLY not in Cleveland like he said he was. I went off. Shit, we all went off. Why the fuck isn't my car painted? Why the fuck is my car not locked up in the shop? Why the fuck this? Why the fuck that? It was a MESS. Ash has it all recorded on her phone. Fuuuuny shit. Anyway, I ask him why my vehicle is here and being used for personal reasons and you know what this bitch said? "I was gonna tell you that I was using your car and reimburse you". What the...how the...nikka you....omg the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. Reimburse me how??? You gone put those miles back on my car???? Oh lawrd, yall, speaking of miles...I swear yall won't believe this shit. In the 2 week period he was driving my car to and fucking fro...he managed to put OVER 700 MILES ON MY SHIT! Yes. Seven. Zero. Zero. 700+ miles. Iiiiiiiiiiiii don't even drive 700 miles in two weeks! Yall, I was close to beating the brakes off this mofo but I tried to stay calm. Janet, however, did not. All I heard was WHAP!WHAP! Yes, she took her car keys and ASSAULTED this dude's face! Funniest.Shit.Ever. Brandon pulled her off and things got calm for a second. WHAP!WHAP! She did the shit again! lmaooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I knew it was time to skee-daddle before somebody got lit the fuck up so I asked him when he'd have my refund since he didn't do the work on my car. He said he'd have it tomorrow. Riiiight. Janet said she'd drive back to Warren to get it and he'd better have it. He kept saying he couldn't believe we came out to Warren and did that to him, getting the police involved, embarassing him in front of his neighbors...mannnn...fuck yo life, dude. Was I supposed to let you put 700 more miles on my car?! I told him I'd see him in court and we left.
Driving home I noticed a few other discrepancies with my car. #1 Floor mats. Gone. WTF? #2 Cup holder has a burn mark like some asshole tried to put out a cig in it. I don't smoke. What the FUCK happened here?! The little button you press to adjust your side mirrors. Gone! Da hell?! The shit is not broke...it's GONE. Wooo sahhhhhhhh!
I'm home now and my car is home now. I've filed a complaint with the Better Business Bureau and have started to get my paperwork together to file a civil complaint on Monday morning. I did some research and I believe that I can get reimbursed for the portion of the work he didn't finish plus all the damage inside of my car. Him driving my car around is what I believe to be "unlawful use of a motor vehicle" and I plan to have him prosecuted for that. That's a felony in Ohio. Searching the Trumbull County Clerk of Courts website, I found that he has been arrested for domestic violence, stalking and forgery. He had some shit going on with Worker's Comp as well but I couldn't get much info from the docket.
I can't wait to see this muthafucka in court. I want the judge to throw the book at his ass! I want his raggedy ass, two-bit shop shut down! I was ALMOST tempted to burn the shit down myself! LOL!
I'll keep the blog updated with all the happenings of what goes on and I'll try to post some pictures or audio of this crazy ass day.
P.S. *Fucking dead* Janet just told me that her brother *somehow* got into the shop and retrieved the paint and gloss that was supposed to go on my car. LMAO!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Here goes nothing...
I really wanted to pick the pink template but I bet all the girls have it.
Uh, what's up? I'm Monie and this is my blog.
I will sit at home for hours and read other people's blogs so D (my wonderful...well he's wonderful today, at least...boyfriend) told me to start my own. I was hesitant at first cause I'm not creative. At all. When I read other blogs, I'm usually cracking up cause these people are really funny as hell. Besides the humor, they write well and just generally have some good shit to read. I don't know...I'm prolly putting too much thought into this and I need to just use this shit as an outlet. If people read, great. If not, oh well. PLEASE READ. Ha!
Anyway, to tell you a little about me, I'm 27 and I was born and raised in Cleveland, OH. I attend CSU and will hopefully be graduating with a degree in Accounting in the next year or so. Right now I am busting my ass in school so I'm optimistic. I plan to get my Master's soon after (no breaks - BEAST MODE lol!). I work for a corporation that works for a government agency and I can honestly say that I don't mind my job that much. I do Human Resources/Administrative/Financial (aka a little bit of every fuckin thing) work and this is something new for me but I'm diggin it. I'll prolly be writing a lot about my job since I obviously spend the better part of my day here. But I'm kinda scared to go into details about certain things...people get fired for that shit! LOL! For real, I have heard numerous stories about people getting in trouble for stuff they say on their blogs about their jobs!
Um, I live in the 'burbs with D (said boyfriend mentioned above). We live in a teeny-tiny apartment that we have been trying to move out of for over a year. It's really ridiculous. More on that later.
I'm the middle child, have 2 nephews, am left-handed, have been bullshitting at work for the past 3 hours and oranges give me FEROCIOUS gas. LMAO!
Now, that you (whoever you are) know all there is to know about Monie I look forward to making new friends via this blog. This could turn out to be very interesting. Later!
P.S. These fonts are pissing me off. I don't like none of em! LOL!
Uh, what's up? I'm Monie and this is my blog.
I will sit at home for hours and read other people's blogs so D (my wonderful...well he's wonderful today, at least...boyfriend) told me to start my own. I was hesitant at first cause I'm not creative. At all. When I read other blogs, I'm usually cracking up cause these people are really funny as hell. Besides the humor, they write well and just generally have some good shit to read. I don't know...I'm prolly putting too much thought into this and I need to just use this shit as an outlet. If people read, great. If not, oh well. PLEASE READ. Ha!
Anyway, to tell you a little about me, I'm 27 and I was born and raised in Cleveland, OH. I attend CSU and will hopefully be graduating with a degree in Accounting in the next year or so. Right now I am busting my ass in school so I'm optimistic. I plan to get my Master's soon after (no breaks - BEAST MODE lol!). I work for a corporation that works for a government agency and I can honestly say that I don't mind my job that much. I do Human Resources/Administrative/Financial (aka a little bit of every fuckin thing) work and this is something new for me but I'm diggin it. I'll prolly be writing a lot about my job since I obviously spend the better part of my day here. But I'm kinda scared to go into details about certain things...people get fired for that shit! LOL! For real, I have heard numerous stories about people getting in trouble for stuff they say on their blogs about their jobs!
Um, I live in the 'burbs with D (said boyfriend mentioned above). We live in a teeny-tiny apartment that we have been trying to move out of for over a year. It's really ridiculous. More on that later.
I'm the middle child, have 2 nephews, am left-handed, have been bullshitting at work for the past 3 hours and oranges give me FEROCIOUS gas. LMAO!
Now, that you (whoever you are) know all there is to know about Monie I look forward to making new friends via this blog. This could turn out to be very interesting. Later!
P.S. These fonts are pissing me off. I don't like none of em! LOL!
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