I'd like to commiserate with you about water companies, but taking my money and cashing my checks is the one thing the Flint water system always got right. Well, that and water in Flint counts as a third world problem.
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"freedom to differ is not limited to things that do not matter much. That would be a mere shadow of freedom. The test of its substance is the right to differ as to things that touch the heart of the existing order."
- Justice Robert Jackson, West Virginia State Board of Ed. v. Barnette
My local rural water company does not do online anything, so they get a check.
The billing for the local fire department, to which I pay a small monthly fire run protection [racket] charge, is handled by the town water department. They accept online payments, but charge a $1.50 convenience fee for doing so, so they get a check. These are the only two checks I write in a month.
This results in my checks being so old they still have the house landline phone number on it, and we haven't had a landline phone in about a decade.
Today, I noted that the water company does bank bill pay, so here we go.
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Sleep - the most beautiful experience in life - except drink.--W.C. Fields
For some reason the water at my work tastes funky, always has.
So I bring a water bottle from home to work, makes me feel JUST like those children in dusty countries that can't go to school because they spend 10 hours a day transporting water for their families.
If you want to empathise more with the dusty country children, then you should learn to carry your water in a bucket balanced on your head.
This would have several advantages: It would be fun and make you cooler in the eyes of your work colleagues; it would probably also be good for your fitness and deportment!
I was registrating a new used car for kid number 2 at the DMV today. DMV is the first problem. After sitting in line for a car inspection, I find out you don't need to do that if your title is from the same state. I was basing my current expectations on my previous encounter where they sent me from the inside to get an inspection first. This time they send me from my inspection to the inside because I didn't need one.
So I stand in line inside. Find a nice pleasant lady behind the counter. Who informs me that I left my proof of insurance in the car. So I go back outside for that, but don't loose my place in line.
After doing all the paper type work, I had to dig to the bottom of my bag and find my crumpled old check book because to use a credit card they charge a fee. A sliding scale fee based on total costs of sales tax, wheel tax, registration, plates, misc. fees, you have change in your pocket fees, and any other thing they could find to charge me for. In the end, the credit card processing fee would have been ~$32.
Seriously? Shouldn't they charge people to use checks, given they are more likely to not provide funds then a credit card?
I'm now the proud owner of yet another car. I don't even want to look at the insurance bill for 2 high school aged drivers. I let the missus handle that and stay blissfully unaware.
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Build a man a fire and he'll be warm for the night. Light a man on fire and he'll be warm the rest of his life.
I'd like to commiserate with you about water companies, but taking my money and cashing my checks is the one thing the Flint water system always got right. Well, that and water in Flint counts as a third world problem.
I understand they charge the citizens the highest rates for water too.
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What a man believes upon grossly insufficient evidence is an index into his desires -- desires of which he himself is often unconscious. ... The origin of myths is explained in this way.
I used to love Urban Decay. It was my favorite makeup brand. The colors were vibrant, every product had staying power, and it was just..fun. Weeeeelll I fell off the makeup wagon for awhile because I am not awake enough at 4am to trust myself to a mascara wand let alone makeup brushes. L'Oréal went and bought them while I was on makeup hiatus. I bought my first tube of Big Fatty mascara since the Merger of '12 and...it's the worst mascara I've ever bought. Hands down. It's runny, it smears easily, and the applicator wand is utter shit. I mean, really? UD? We gotta talk. First L'Oréal makes you stop producing all the fun colors and now this? I feel betrayed.
I really hate those automatically flushing toilets in public restrooms. The damn things flush before I can inspect my work product. I am I to know whether I am a good boy or not if I can't see what I did?
Also posted elsewhere for maximum effect.
__________________ Old Pain In The Ass says: I am on a mission from God to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable; to bring faith to the doubtful and doubt to the faithful.
I really hate those automatically flushing toilets in public restrooms. The damn things flush before I can inspect my work product. I am I to know whether I am a good boy or not if I can't see what I did?
I am working from home tomorrow, because I have to drive the RV up North to Burlington to get some work done on it. But, in my rush to leave (only a 30 minute commute!) I left my laptop's power supply on my desk.
Now I have to go downstairs and see if I can still connect through my desktop.
Disqus hasn't been working properly with old-school AV Club logins for two days. I can't upvote or comment on anything and that's 90% of what I do between patrons.
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"freedom to differ is not limited to things that do not matter much. That would be a mere shadow of freedom. The test of its substance is the right to differ as to things that touch the heart of the existing order."
- Justice Robert Jackson, West Virginia State Board of Ed. v. Barnette
Today, I decided to watch something from my Netflix queue.
I turn it on and it autoplays some loud assed ad for some godawful thing I would never watch.
I scroll down to get to my queue.
Know how many rows of random-assed suggestions I had to scroll down through to get to the queue of stuff I actually want to see?
THIRTY THREE. THIRTY FUCKING THREE ROWS OF SHIT. "Watch Again." "Because you watched [some bullshit we started to autoplay before you could stop it]." "Random Bullshit Category." They actually had a row for Anime. I have never watched anime on Netflix. I have not watched anime in years, ever since I finally had seen enough anime to completely reject the whole genre or medium or whatever. I fucking HATE anime. Fuck you, Netflix.
So in order to count how many rows of shit I had had to scroll down, I scrolled back up them and kept track, at which point, I got to the top of the screen and it autoplayed another fucking ad for another piece of shit I would never watch.
Other people use the subscription, so I can't cancel it, but, I am starting to resent the people who use it. I want to cancel it so bad. Not just my subscription, either, but the whole stupid company.
I'm all lumpy and red from the laser treatment I got yesterday to fix some of the acne/ingrown hair scarring/skin tags/rosacea road map that is my face. Once it calms down I'm supposed to look a lot prettier, or at least smoother. But for now, I'm the Elephant Man.
I AM NOT AN ANIMAL! I JUST WANT TO BUY THIS CASE OF ALE!
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"Her eyes in certain light were violet, and all her teeth were even. That's a rare, fair feature: even teeth. She smiled to excess, but she chewed with real distinction." - Eleanor of Aquitaine