Jolt Country

so, i had to just go deal with emerson college's shitpissfuckcunt helpdesk assholes. i fucking hate those people. they're not people. they're fucking multi-celled transformer enthusiasts who assume everyone who asks them a question is a fucking mongoloid.

"hi, the color printer in the lab is out of yellow toner."

"ok, then, well, you're obviously wrong, because I'm a fucking genius and a fucking tool and a fucking social retard, so first I'm going to completely fucking ignore any concept of 'first-come, first-served,' and take these three calls while you stand there looking at our fucking outdated map of boston indicating the location of various fucking computer stores around town...OK so now I'm going to walk over to the fucking printer and thus repudiate whatever retarded claims you could possibly...AH-HA! You see, the color printer is clearly out of yellow toner, thus affirming your status as a trembling pile of stupid goo. Oh, and we're out of yellow toner."

Fucking cuntfuck.

I had a similar experience today. I was informed that the juice was on for that ten-year loan of mine. I was gleefully informed that there was nothing that Citibank was going to do to help me.

There is a certain "voice" that certain guys have that just drives me fucking bonkers. When I get someone on the phone working in customer or technical support who sounds like the lead singer to "Nine Days," I really ought to just hang up and try for someone else. Those people irritate me.