Stalking...

So I find myself having a disagreement with someone about the responsibilities of the family. Meaning - they don't want to have anything to do with my friends' bills (the one who never came back from the cruise). Because I signed the sevurity deposit the landlord is looking to me.

The only "help" they gave in clearing out the apartment was insisting that I bring them the key, then going in and taking all the appliences - it looked like the place had been robbed when I came back. In order to get the key back so I could finish at the apartment I had... bah

The point is, I had actually heard of his cousin's husband as a truly respectable and fair contractor - not the uptight fuck that I have been talking to.

So there's this listserve for English speakers in Jerusalem - I happened to see his name appear on it today so I'm going through the archives and following his posts.

I know about his children's health conditions, what items he has been trying to sell for over a year...

I also just read a post saying that he was looking for a lightwieght wheelchair "for a friend" with cancer - matbe the "cousin" is further then I thought, oh well I'll keep reading...

a month later...

So three years ago acording to the Jewish calender, November 26th on the Gregorian calender my dad left this world.

I love euphamisims -
and I miss my Paw.

I'm sorry Miss Johnson...

Wooo I am for real, never meant to - - wait, that was Miss Jackson Aw hell it was off-key in my head anyway.

One part of my job is "sup calls"
a customer who feels like they are not getting a satisfactory answer from the representative they are speaking to, comes to me. I have two ways of talking to these people, the first is with a great deal of kindness - the other is with "an iron fist".
Ms Johnson got the iron fist - basically what that means is that I repeat what the representative said - apologize for the inconvenience - let them rant for about 30 seconds, restate what I said at the beginning, and begin my chorus of "is there anything else I can help you with?"
I already answered that, is there anything else I can help you with?
Right, I cannot make it happen any faster, is there anything else I can help with?
I'm sorry, I thought I was clear when I said__________,is there anything else I can help you with?

I can be such a prick.
And I really kind of like it =)

OMG

http://www.4q.cc/t/index.php?topthirty

only worksafe if you can laugh out loud.
Not to be read by anyone under 20.

I pity the fool that don't follow that link.
or cut and paste it cuz I'm too slow for HTML

Drama

So the "brown-noser" of many months ago is pissed off at me.

Sigh

Drama

oops...

So the first bike was stolen in Be'er Sheva - cheap lock.
The second bike was stolen after Sarah left it downstairs at our old place "almost definatly" locked up.

The most recent bike - I got from my friend tom when he went back to the states. Kenton was the brand - it was light, had front and rear shocks (that's why I fell off it twice in the first week I had it=)once he get's his house built I'll be paying him for it with scrolls for the Mezzuzahs there.

It was locked to the tree downstairs from where I live - I had just spent a hundred shekel getting my front tire replaced (I had already patched it at least four times) I had tire liners put in the front and back and gotten the rims trued.

I locked it up on Friday afternoon - on Saturday night we were walking home and when we turned the corner I saw the tree empty and stopped in my tracks...

HEY!

That was like work for a while there!

I'm goin' outside to call Sarah.

BASTARDS!

The Fucking bicycles in the same number of years.

The last one - still not paid for was the first bike I ever had with Shocks.
After patching the front tire no less then four times...

Gotta Work!

Wasteland

This has got to be the hardest (&%^ing game I'v ever played!

I've died more times in this game then Super Mario Bros.
Well, ok, not that many - but I only played for two hours and...man it's hard.

Holy Shit

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5014080

I'd rather have a bottle in front of me!