Friday, April 29, 2011

Rant: Fucking Canada Post

Yeah, so yesterday I'm waiting on my modem for hooking the Internet back up on Sunday because I know, as of the prior night, that I should be expecting it then...

and waiting...

and waiting...

About 1 I'm like, whatever, and head out to get some things done. Getting downtown, I pop onto the free WiFi at the EC Indigo and pull up the tracking info to see... they tried to deliver it at 8:35 in the morning. While I was home. I know this with absolute certainly because I was still sleeping and the alarm got me at 9.

Here's what the fuckers like to do, especially early in the morning when there're lots of people heading in and out: someone will let them go straight in, they'll wander up to my fairly hefty fire door, and then they tap on it like they're hideously inconveniencing me by making any noise. Note: I sleep through the girl who struts past the door slamming her entire body weight down onto her high heels on the way out every day, only noticing her when she comes home at night, so I'm not going to wake for someone being "polite". When they, for fairly obvious reasons, don't get a response, they just wander out on the pure assumption no one's there.

Interesting fact: I've got this nifty new invention called a "phone" that's hooked up to this even newer invention called a "door buzzer". When you punch in the right code on the later, the former rings really loud, wakes me up, and lets me know you're there so I can get my parcel. It works really well. If you fucking use it.

They've pulled this little tap and run stunt on 4/5 of the last parcels I've had delivered here and I only found out about it because I was wandering to the bathroom (which is kitty corner to the door in question in the entrance hall), one time at the same time they "knocked". It's bloody annoying because it wastes my time on a rather large scale and, even more fun this time, I've got no idea what Flighty McTapsalot did with the white sheet for me to pick up the parcel because it's not on my door, under my door, in my mailbox, or on the building door. So, the modem better damned well be at the post office the tracker says it's at today because I'm going to be really pissed if I'm out $75+tax + any penalties when I've got to resched my install because there's no modem here for no other reason than that the delivery guy can't execute the common courtesy of calling up from the foyer to let me know he's here.

Why don't they do this? Well, from my experiences working at a certain telecom mega-corp that shall remain nameless, I'll wager it's because they're on a schedule and someone's told them it's faster to just go up and knock and then toss it in the bin heading for the depot when you can than to "waste time" looking up door codes and fall behind. It's always about the shortcuts to meet quota and not the delivery of results at these places these days. Now you know why people dealing with these monoliths tend to feel that they get shitty service.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Rant: Who'da Thunk It

I've got a cell phone. Now, who should I sext first...

On a more serious note, $25 a month for a year for unlimited anytime calling, to anywhere in Canada? Vs $55 a month for a landline and 120 minutes of LD after 6pm?

Yeah... I'll make that trade off any day. Buh-bye Bell...

Sunday, April 17, 2011

TyL: Bikes Stay Up...

... but, despite all that stuff about Gyroscopic Forces in high school, we actually don't know why.

Monday, April 11, 2011

ToTD: Money Machine

Do readers of webcomics really purchase enough bean bag chairs to drive a business?

Sunday, April 10, 2011

TLU: Desperation is NOT a Selling Point...

Friend: I don't know why you didn't like her, she was nice.
Me: If you lacked a third leg, I'm sure she was perfectly normal.
Friend: Come on...
Me: She tried to pick me up while I set up her computer account and fixed a couple things.
Friend: So? What's wrong with that?
Me: Her idea of a good opener was to ask if you'd also cried when you turned 30 and weren't married. She then proceeded to go over, in detail, how depressing she found this.

Then, she asked me to a movie.

I might be notoriously oblivious, but even I'll notice the big flashing Acme "Stop!" sign when the lead lemming runs directly past it on the way to the ledge.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

TyL: Being a Good Dad is...

... playing along with your kids as they pretend to drive the Subway train. Doubly so if it's your daughters, 'cause they can do that too.

Friday, April 1, 2011

WoW: A Personal Assistant After Iris' Heart...

He bakes...

... shares common interests...

... gets mad when people are dumb ...

... and does puppy dog eyes with the best of pets.

Now, if only he knew better than to link to Rebecca Black's "Friday". That's just cruel.

If you're looking for something to blow time on today, Crabby and his word balloons are all over the WoW site.