Not The Favorite

Lauren and I went to see Chip Wrecked today at the theatre and overall, it was a pretty good movie. Lauren had a great time and I enjoyed seeing her love it.

But holy hell people. Did the fucktards come out en mass today??

Some guy came in with at least a dozen kids and picks the two rows ahead of us, which is totally fine but doesn't he pick the ONE seat directly in front of Lauren to sit in?? So I switched seats with her so she could see. Not a huge deal deal, but really?? You saw her sitting there with me on one side and an empty seat on the other and you pick the one in front of her?

Then a woman decided she wanted the empty seats in our row (which by the way, were almost at the other end of the row) and proceeds to knock over some kids popcorn and just keep going. Then she comes back out and knocks over another girls drink, who was sitting next to me. She turns around and says oops then keeps going. What a bitch! So I asked the girls (rhetorically, of course) if it would be alright if I went to get them a new drink because that lady was very rude. They started to say no, but I insisted. I still can't believe that douche bag didn't even offer an apology. When I got back, the girls were very nice and I made sure to warn them to watch their drinks when yet another person almost knocked them over.

The next person who wanted in our row wanted the one empty seat next to me and the two empty seats next to the girls beside me. She asked me if I thought they would mind moving over, so I told her that she should really ask them and not me.

Then the movie starts up and some baby starts screaming. Not crying, screaming. For ten minutes, until finally the manager came and asked them to leave. What kind of dink parent doesn't think to leave for the sake of the rest of the people who paid to watch a movie, not listen to your devil spawn scream bloody murder, probably because you chose to sit in the FRONT row with an infant??

And lastly, the projection room left it's florescent light on, the whole effing time. WHY????

Labels: People Are Stupid

Around this time of year, Lauren starts ice skating on a monthly basis with her after-school program. She loves to skate and sometimes I wish I could go with her. But then I remember that I don't own skates and I hate being cold.

I have this fear about Lauren skating. I keep picturing her falling down and then someone skating over her little fingers, severing them.

It gives me the heebies AND the jeebies.

I know there is an extremely tiny chance that this would ever happen but I still think about it. A lot. And it turns my stomach each time.

I really wish they sold thermal insulated chainmail mittens.

Labels: Lauren

$20 just to type in 11 characters?? That's ridiculous! No, do not make this change.

Let me know if you waive this absurd fee and I'll change it then.

Jennifer Carson
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Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2011 13:33:39 -0400
From: customer.service@bellaliant.ca
To: jldoucet
Subject: Fw: Phone Services

Hello Jennifer,

Thank you for contacting Bell Aliant,
We have received your email and appreciate that you have taken the time to write to us. We can certainly make that change for you. However, before we do, we would just like to make you aware of the $20 charge to have the change done to the directory listing. Do you still want us to make this change?If you have any further questions or inquiries feel free to contact us again.
Thank you for choosing Bell Aliant. We appreciate your business.

Have a great day!
Sandra Lc21384
E-Contact Agent
Bell Aliant - Your Bundles Expert
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From: jldoucet
To: Customer Service Customer.Service@aliant.ca
Sent: Wed, 16 Nov 2011 17:15:53 +0000
Subject: Phone Services

Name Jennifer Carson
Residential Phone 506 454-####
Message:

Please change my directory listing from
CARSON J

to

CARSON Jennifer&Jon

Please respond via email.

Labels: Rants

This past weekend seemed to be the epitome of “long” weekend. And I think I need another one to spend entirely by myself to make up for it.

Friday, I started the day off by taking care of Jon and cleaning up his puke covered jacket. (He had a fun night at some dude’s birthday party) I gave him a cold glass of water, Advil, Gravol and a cold Magic Bag. He told me that I take better care of him then he does me when I’m hungover. I told him that I knew and it was because I loved him. Did I mention it was supposed to be MY day to sleep in? Right…

Lauren went out for a play date around 3pm and I called at 7 to see if she wanted to come home. Nope, not yet. She called an hour later to come and pick her up. When I get there, she’s obviously tired and crawls her way to the door. Something is wrong and I’m surprised no one called me sooner. She was weak, had an upset tummy and a headache. I carry her upstairs, get in the door and call to Jon that I need his help now. And when he slowly starts to get up, I yell, I need help NOW! I just wanted him to get her shoes and jacket off so I could put her right into bed. I grab the thermometer only to discover she’s got a fever, too. Later that night, I asked Jon to change the water bottle and the garbage.

Side note: Why the hell does Jon NEVER DO ANYTHING QUICKLY when I need him to, no matter how urgent I indicate it to be?? The goddamned house could be on fire and he'd either just saunter in OR assume I had it under control and continue doing whatever it is he's doing.

Moving on...

Saturday, Jon goes to work and Lauren wakes up still feeling horrible. High fever, headache, backache, throat hurts. So I decide to take her to the doctor and since the wait times are long at the clinics, we trek up to the Oromocto ER. My mom came with me to keep me company and Lauren proceeded to sleep on me almost the entire time. In fact, she slept on the couch before mom got there and the whole car ride, too. And if you know my kid, you know that this is COMPLETELY out of character for her. Anyway, the doctor (Dr Handsome, as I call him) thinks it’s a UTI so he gives us a prescription for amoxicillin and tells me he’ll check in with us in 48hours after the cultures for her urine test have come back.

On the way home, Lauren said something to me but I didn’t know what, so I just said mmhmm only to turn around a second later to see that she’s vomiting all over herself. My mom is FA-REAKING OUT trying to get a plastic bag I use as a garbage bag off the arm rest, but it’s attached so she’s panicking. As I’m pulling over, I just tell Lauren that it’s ok and to just let it out. Mom finally frees up the bag and Lauren finishes puking in it. Once the car stops, I jump out and rush to Lauren and realize MUCH too late that I had placed my purse at her feet and she’s just thrown up alllllll over it. At least the pockets were closed but still, it’s time for a new one. She’s thrown up all over her booster and the seat, too. Once we get home, I clean all that up as Lauren rests on the couch.

FYI, the water and garbage were not changed. It’s hard to keep a girl hydrated with no water. Just sayin.

I still have to pick Jon up at 5. And when I get Lauren back into the car, settled and instructed to puke into the thermal coffee mug I found in the car, I notice there are a couple of guys walking into the parking lot. I assumed Laurie was having guests so I didn’t think too much of it until one of the guys stops at my car window. This guy is wearing a nice black suit/tuxedo. So I rolled down the window and he asks me if I could do him a big favor. His truck ran out of gas and he and his buddy are supposed to be attending a wedding very soon up at Kingswood. Could I possibly drive them to his house to get another vehicle to go get gas? And I said sure! (I'm feeling risky...) But I could only take one of them. (I left out the reason was because my back seat was recently covered in vomit.) So I drove the older man to his house about 2 minutes up the street and he was very appreciative. Went to get Jon and everything was fairly quiet for the rest of the night.

Sunday morning, the water and garbage are finally changed. And I get a phone call from the ER doctor checking to see how Lauren was doing. I seriously couldn’t believe how nice this doctor was. The cultures weren’t back yet, he just wanted to check in. I love you Dr. Dickinson and if you’re willing to change the water bottle and garbage when I ask you, I’ll make a swap right now. Seriously.

Anyway, the afternoon came and it was time to get groceries. This is where the weekend really came to a head. (The "you" is Jon)

You’re mad at me because I dare look into the shopping cart and ask why you want $12 of chowder mix. I never told you to put it back. I never even mentioned it again. I simply asked a question. In fact, I was excited to eat the seafood chowder that night.

You’re mad because I don’t want to pay $5 for a single Lunchmate and suggest the 2/$5 ones instead.

I asked if you wanted to go down certain aisles and you answer no, so I ask you if you’re on a health kick, again you say no.

In the car, I ask why you’re upset and you tell me it’s because you feel like you can’t get anything you want at the grocery store.

I tell you to go screw yourself and you can do the shopping all by yourself next time. Where the hell are MY splurge items?? Oh right, there aren't any!

Back story: The last time we went grocery shopping, Jon decided to go on a snack spree. So he piles the cart full of fixings for guacamole and bacon wrapped scallops, and grabs a box of mini beef wellingtons. We’re not made of money and have a grocery budget so I asked if we really needed all this food for one night. He got pissy then, too. I should point out that nothing got put back. We bought everything in the cart.

Monday morning, I asked Jon if he remembered to give Lauren her antibiotics and he said no. (He rarely remembers) So he gave them to her and I put down the syringe on the coffee table so I could continue doing her hair. I asked him to rinse it out. Twice. And he told me he didn’t know what I was talking about. So I said forget it! I’ll do it myself and he said, ohhhh.

I’m heading down to the car carrying my non-vomit purse, Lauren’s backpack, her skates to be sharpened, a booster seat and car keys. At this point, I’m just so... exasperated at everything that happened over the weekend, that the sight off Jon’s red D&D backpack where Lauren’s booster seats goes, just throws me over the edge and I throw everything on the ground and yell God Damn It!

I just want to sit down, point to everyone and say fuck you and fuck you  and fuck you. And especially fuck you to you.

Labels: Family, Jon, Lauren, Rants

Well, I have to go to court because I complained about that asshole with the megaphone. I am being called as a witness and the asshole is going to represent himself. People have been sending me excerpts from his blog that reference the case. Knowing that I'm the one complaining from the TD Tower, he assumes I'm a banker and has made fun of my statements. He tried quoting one part of my statement and screwed it up, making it look like I'm an idiot. But I'm pretty sure he's doing that on purpose. This is all very irritating because he hasn't mentioned any other witness's statement or place of work.

The trial is tomorrow and I have this sneaky suspicion he's going to pick on me. I hate being made to look stupid and I feel like this is exactly what he's going to try and do.

I'm not looking forward to my first experience with the judicial system.

There has been a certain someone protesting in front of the police station, which happens to be right across the street from my office, for the last few weeks, yelling about our city’s corrupt and unjust policing. I have no issue with anyone protesting but this guy is using a megaphone. It’s so loud in here that my boss has been working out of an office on the other side of the building because he can’t concentrate for all the yelling. We assumed that if the police could do something to stop it, they would have done it already.

So yesterday, upon discovering that the police can’t do anything without a complaint from the public, I made a call to the police to register my complaint. Dude was pretty irritated when the nice police officer came to inform him of the complaint. Lots of pointing and arm shaking. I got lots of high fives around the office for making the call. Everyone has been pretty annoyed with this guys megaphone.

He’ll be back for sure, he's already said so, but I will make a call every time he uses the megaphone and that will add another $250 in fines which will make him want to protest more. Vicious cycle but I’m willing to stick it out if he is.

And then the earthquake happened. Shortly before 3pm, I’m sitting at my desk and a coworker asks me if I can feel the building moving. So I stop everything and sure enough, it is. Not like it usually shakes when a big truck goes by or when there’s construction. It’s swaying back and forth. So it goes away and then comes back and I hear noises I really don’t like, so I say “I’m going for a walk!” and she and I bolt outside. Practically running outside. No one else, except one other lady, came out of the building until the fire alarm went off. When everyone finally came out, we trickled over to our emergency meeting place where we proceeded to have post-earthquake drinks on their patio. :)

A few months ago, I got a new LG cell phone and we activated it through Koodo. It's been pretty good so far. I rarely use it for calling people but I text like a MOFO. The number I got was recycled which was pretty evident from almost day 1. I have been receiving collections calls for one Nicole Price, who obviously had my cell number before me and skipped out on some bills.

I have spoken to numerous reps from this collections agency and it finally boiled over yesterday when a rep left a voicemail for ME, not Nicole. It went something like, "Jennifer, I don't know if you know Nicole but if you do, please get her to contact us and if you have any further information to call."

I left a VERY angry voicemail for that rep and decided that I needed to something more than just play phone tag with these people. I went to their company website and sent an email addressed to all the email addresses I could find on the website. Here it is for your reading pleasure. I sent a "Thank you" after the last email.

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From: Jennifer Carson
Sent: Tuesday, June 14, 2011 8:03 AM
To: Joe Di Nunzio; Steve Miller; John Kim;
Subject: Donovan Delaney
Importance: High

Good Morning,

My name is Jennifer Carson. I have had the displeasure of receiving phone calls on my cell phone from your lovely organization. Sadly though, the person you are calling for no longer has this cell phone number, I do. The phone number in question is 506-260-#### and you have that number linked to a delinquent account under the name Nicole Price. The representative that calls me is Donovan Delaney and he left me a reference number 474####. I have told him that I am NOT Nicole Price, that I do not know who this person is, other that receiving countless collections calls for her and to remove this number from your file. Unfortunately, I received another phone call last night from Donovan. And in that phone call, he had the audacity to use MY name in reference to HER collections file, asking if I know her and that if I have any further information to call him.

As you can see, we have a problem. I have left a voicemail with Donovan this morning indicating AGAIN that I do not know Nicole and that I have repeatedly told your company to remove my phone number from your information and that if I receive another phone asking for Nicole Price that I will be filing harassment charges against your company.

I understand that you are just trying to collect on a debt, but I can assure that you do indeed have the wrong person and there is no way in HELL that I am going to pay for someone else’s debt. I can only assume Donovan thinks I am lying and that I will eventually give myself up and pay you. This is COMPLETELY FALSE.

I can not say this any more clearly than:

YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER, I AM NOT NICOLE PRICE.

What more do I have to do for you to stop harassing me for someone else’s debt???

What you are doing is wrong and a waste of my time and yours. I expect these phone calls to stop IMMEDIATELY.

Jennifer Carson
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From: Steve Miller
Sent: Tuesday, June 14, 2011 10:06 AM
To: Jennifer Carson
Cc: John Kim
Subject: RE: Donovan Delaney

Good Morning Ms. Carson,

We acknowledge receipt of your e-mail communication to us and we would like to take this opportunity to thank you for taking the time to write us. We have investigated this matter and as a result, have removed your number from our database therefore; you should no longer receive calls from our office regarding a Nicole Price.

We apologize for any inconvenience we may have caused you as a result of this and I hope you will pardon this experience.

Regards,

Steve Miller
Vice President Quality Assurance & Compliance
Credit Bureau of Canada Collections
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From: Jennifer Carson
Sent: Tuesday, June 14, 2011 10:06 AM
To: Steve Miller
Cc: John Kim
Subject: RE: Donovan Delaney
Importance: High

Thank you Mr Miller. I appreciate your prompt attention to this matter.

Jennifer Carson
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From: Jennifer Carson
Sent: Tuesday, June 14, 2011 10:41 AM
To: Steve Miller
Cc: John Kim
Subject: RE: Donovan Delaney
Importance: High

Hello Mr Miller,

I wanted to let you know that I just received a call from 1-877-340-8103. I did not pick up the phone and there was a voicemail indicating that a Nicole Price should call the provided toll free number regarding an urgent message. This time it was a mix of a woman’s voice and an automated system.

UNACCEPTABLE.

What are you planning to do to resolve this?

Jennifer Carson
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From: Steve Miller
Sent: Tuesday, June 14, 2011 10:52 AM
To: Jennifer Carson
Cc: John Kim
Subject: RE: Donovan Delaney

Ms. Carson,

Our apologies, this was an automated call that was already set up for calling prior to me removing your number from our database this morning. I can assure you no further calls will be placed to this number.

I appreciate you advising me of this.

Regards,

Steve Miller
Vice President Quality Assurance & Compliance
Credit Bureau of Canada Collections

Labels: Telemarketers