Well, that was fun...

Just tangled with ordering from Hasbro Toy Shop and Matty Collector (Mattel's new webstore). I've got one word: UGH.

HTS wasn't too bad, just a few random error messages. Matty was a nightmare; I tried placing my order for King Greyskull multiple times only to have the server crash or get weird-ass error messages. If it hadn't been for Prime giving me the customer service number for Mattel, we'd probably be screwed right now.

I have to go lay down. I have a killer migraine from all the bullshit today.

Pic from LOL BOTS.

Best. Day. EVER!

So my friend DA is now at the San Diego Comic-Con. I admit, I am jealous as all get-out. He's been calling me off and on the whole day to give me status reports, so when the phone rang about ten minutes ago, that's what I was expecting. We said hi, he told me to hang on, and I had no idea what would happen next.

The person who said hello had a distinctly British accent. My heart skipped at least three beats when I realized who it was.

It was Mark Ryan. I was speaking to Mark Ryan!

He asked if I had ever been to anything like SDCC and I told him that I really hadn't, the closest I had come was BotCon. He mentioned that DA had said I was a huge Bumblebee fan and I said that I most certainly was.

Poor Mr. Ryan. He said it sounded like I was hyperventilating and was afraid I might pass out! I told him I wouldn't. XD

It seems he didn't know he was going to be the voice of Bumblebee until he was contacted after the filming was over; basically they wanted his permission to use the lines he spoke for Bumblebee, but he couldn't remember doing any! They had to play a recording of him speaking the lines so he could actually remember them.

He said yes and thus became the voice of Bumblebee.

He said he hasn't been invited to a BotCon yet, but he would certainly go and "make a fool of himself" again. I said if he could stand the likes of me, it'd be great. He said he could.

I thanked Mr. Ryan profusely and told him it was an honor to speak to him. When DA picked the phone back up, I must have said about three hundred "Thanks" in under five seconds.

Poor Prime. When he gets home, he's going to wonder why I'm so hyper.
I'll be unbearable for the next three weeks, easy.

--Weasel, "This. Day. RAWKS!"

There Aren't Enough Expletives

Got a letter in the mail from the bank today. And apparently, I have to deal with some stupid bullshit concerning the car. Or rather, the title to said car.

According to the person at the bank, someone by the name of James A. Sr. is listed on the title to my car. And I have to get this dwink to sign off on the loan application for some odd ass reason.

There's just one teensy, tiny little problem here.
There is only one goddamned name on the title: MINE!
There is no James A Sr. on the fucking title, or living at my place of residence! I don't even know who in the hell James A. Sr. fucking is! So how in the hell am I going to get a signature from someone who doesn't frigging exist?

This isn't the first time I've had to deal with bullshit from this bank. I'm starting to think that this place might be run by a bunch of brain damaged chimps.

--Weasel, "That dent in my desk just keeps getting bigger and deeper thanks to all this crap."

So How Hard Should I Laugh?

You have seriously got to watch this.
I honestly don't know whether to laugh..... or fucking laugh hysterically.

Here's a message for you, my good man:

Would you like to solve, or do you need to buy a fucking vowel? Or a life?

Wonder If I'm on There...

Terrorist Watch List Hits One Million Names.
I can't help but wonder: If I'm on there, should I be honored or freaked the hell out? Just curious.

Nothing Important Happened Today...

Saw WALL*E last night. If you get a chance, I urge you to go. It's a great movie. Turned out to be the only really good thing that happened in the last 24 hours. I had been trying to get Prime to go since the commercials began airing, and he wasn't interested. Opening night came and he was still stuck in NO mode. My pestering obviously paid off. He liked it, and boy, did he fume about it. HA!!

Today wasn't a great day at work.
We've had firings. A massive outbreak of firings.

It seems that management has terminated quite a number of Overnight associates. Their reason is simple: It's just after inventory and we had "too many employees".

I also heard about two other firings; unfortunately, I knew these people.
One was an associate who worked in Electronics. It seems Dominic was fired because one of the managers found broken glass on shelving in his area and fired him for it. Helluva reason to get canned, I tell you.

Susie Q was the other. She was a cashier, but transferred to our Tire and Lube area. She was supposedly let go for backing a car out of the garage area and hitting a lightpole. The car was undamaged, so she didn't file an accident report. And management termed her for it. The problem is, this doesn't sound like her at all; she's a "safety first" type. I wish like hell I could get her side of the story, but I don't know if that will ever happen.

All this comes on the heels of one of our "Associate Involvement" meetings. These are meetings that the store manager has held to try and get associates involved in reducing the amount of turnover and improving store morale. I can tell you one thing: horseshit like this does nothing for employee morale. In fact, after a while, we just stop giving a shit.

And I quit giving a shit a very long ago.

Pic from GraphJam.

Sweat Builds Character, Calvin.

I'm hot, I'm sweaty and I'm in a bad mood.

I've worked 6 days straight, my two days off are split (I have to go in at 11 tomorrow morning so there's no real chance of me feeling rested), the bullshit dealing with the car has my nerves frayed, and it's so damned hot that Prime and I are sniping at each other.

I often wonder just how in the hell I stay sane between BotCons. Honestly, if it weren't for the convention I would have lost what little remains of my sanity.

And right now, there ain't a whole helluva lot of sanity left. We're hitting the reserve tanks as of this moment

"The month can only get better," is what I keep telling myself.
I pray I'm right.

Urge To Kill..... RISING!

Our new car (I call him Scamper) is now at the Saturn dealership. He wouldn't start last night and we think that the ignition switch might be locked up and/or gone.

I'm stressed (this whole week has been an utter shitpile) irritated and ready to blow a gasket.
And I miss my car.

--Weasel, thinking of joining the Prozac nation

"Close the Iris."

Don S. Davis has passed away at the age of 65.

It's all I can do not to cry right now.
So long, Hammond of Texas. We'll miss you.