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Dec. 20th, 2006 11:29 amSo I get an e-mail today, saying that a credit has been posted to my credit card account. Credit? What credit? I'm immediately worried that the last present I ordered over the internet had it's order cancelled, or something. So I log into my credit card account to check it out.
Some class action lawsuit has awarded me money, which was deposited to my account. I recieved a credit of three cents. Woo. Another big win for the consumer!
Speaking of big wins, I got up extra early this morning. On Sunday I had let my apartment manager know that I wanted to renew my lease, and she'd said she would have everything ready by Wednesday at 10:30 am. So I get up extra early, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and walk over. Oh? Who are you? What do you want? Oh, where did we put that file? It's not where it's supposed to be. Is it in your desk drawer? Oh, here it is. We'll need to type up the contract, so we'll just put it on your doorstep and you can sign it and return it when it's convenient.
Gee. Thanks. So why did I need an appointment again?
And it's hard to even be mad at them for raising my rent so much, because they aren't even aware of it when they're screwing you over. They're just doing their job. She was as surprised as I was to hear that my rent had gone up $70.00. Then she checked it out and said, "Oh, you got a really good deal on a two bedroom when you moved in, that explains it." Whatever.
Hell isn't a place of despicable evil, it's just the ultimate beaurecratic mess. Not that I'm the first to imagine it that way, of course. But it's pretty easy to think of the demons as fallen angels who followed Lucifer in revolt because they really really believed they could run things better... and they're doing the best they can in hell, really they are, they're working hard to make it just as great a place as heaven is, only the job is so complicated really and there's so much to get done, and they never manage to catch up. What's that? Your place in hell is full of hellfire? How dreadful! We get that complaint a lot, you'd be surprised, but don't worry, I've got you down on my list, our maintinence demons will get to it eventually, right after they finds a way to put out the lake of fire. Have you seen that? I mean, who ever heard of a lake of fire? You'd think you could just pour water on it, but it's a lake, fer God's sakes! Oh, pardon my language, you know the boss doesn't like me to swear by the competition, it gives them an air of legitimacy that we simply don't want to concede to them. I mean yeah, Heaven's a great place, it's the preferred afterlife destination and all of that, but just you wait! We've got big plans for Hell! By the time we're done people will be screaming to get in here! What? People are already screaming? Oh, right... the hellfire in your bedroom. Well, like I said, just fill out this maintinence requisition form...
I'm renewing for seven months, the minimum. I plan to move at the end of that, either to another apartment or maybe I'll buy something. Anyway I've got seven months to figure that out.
Some class action lawsuit has awarded me money, which was deposited to my account. I recieved a credit of three cents. Woo. Another big win for the consumer!
Speaking of big wins, I got up extra early this morning. On Sunday I had let my apartment manager know that I wanted to renew my lease, and she'd said she would have everything ready by Wednesday at 10:30 am. So I get up extra early, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and walk over. Oh? Who are you? What do you want? Oh, where did we put that file? It's not where it's supposed to be. Is it in your desk drawer? Oh, here it is. We'll need to type up the contract, so we'll just put it on your doorstep and you can sign it and return it when it's convenient.
Gee. Thanks. So why did I need an appointment again?
And it's hard to even be mad at them for raising my rent so much, because they aren't even aware of it when they're screwing you over. They're just doing their job. She was as surprised as I was to hear that my rent had gone up $70.00. Then she checked it out and said, "Oh, you got a really good deal on a two bedroom when you moved in, that explains it." Whatever.
Hell isn't a place of despicable evil, it's just the ultimate beaurecratic mess. Not that I'm the first to imagine it that way, of course. But it's pretty easy to think of the demons as fallen angels who followed Lucifer in revolt because they really really believed they could run things better... and they're doing the best they can in hell, really they are, they're working hard to make it just as great a place as heaven is, only the job is so complicated really and there's so much to get done, and they never manage to catch up. What's that? Your place in hell is full of hellfire? How dreadful! We get that complaint a lot, you'd be surprised, but don't worry, I've got you down on my list, our maintinence demons will get to it eventually, right after they finds a way to put out the lake of fire. Have you seen that? I mean, who ever heard of a lake of fire? You'd think you could just pour water on it, but it's a lake, fer God's sakes! Oh, pardon my language, you know the boss doesn't like me to swear by the competition, it gives them an air of legitimacy that we simply don't want to concede to them. I mean yeah, Heaven's a great place, it's the preferred afterlife destination and all of that, but just you wait! We've got big plans for Hell! By the time we're done people will be screaming to get in here! What? People are already screaming? Oh, right... the hellfire in your bedroom. Well, like I said, just fill out this maintinence requisition form...
I'm renewing for seven months, the minimum. I plan to move at the end of that, either to another apartment or maybe I'll buy something. Anyway I've got seven months to figure that out.
