Inland Carpet isn't getting paid because Allstate decided it wasn't their problem. Wow, and it's not even two hours old. I've got the issue down to 25 words or less. Believe me, the screaming is just starting.
When you don't have $8,000 lying around waiting to be given away when you've be assured you were insured for it, you scream a bit. Yeah, my BPs up - go figure.
Crap. I'm gathering the documentation and flinging it as fast as I can. I also have to call Sis and see when she wants to go shopping for kids shoes...and Oh, It's September 11th.
Pardon me while I throw on this flag shirt and get on with my life. No, really - no insult intended, but if I stopped long enough to remember shit, I'd get run over today. A couple of memories, though:
Jim calling me on the cell phone while I'm on the train going into Los Angeles and telling me what happened. Me, repeating it loud enough so others could hear me, since there was no radio or other media available to report what was happening. People looked at me like I was nuts and didn't believe me.
Calling Mark that night to see if he had been called up by COEMS - and he had, and he was behind locked gates and guards...and I asked if he needed anything - to which he replied, "No, I really don't think so. Anyway, if you did bring me anything, you'd have to be strip searched before you could get it in."
beat
Couldn't resist. "WHOO-HOOOO!!" He laughed.
I got out of this one unscathed. I have yet to know anyone hurt, killed or affected, even by relationship of the enth degree. NOBODY I know was hurt, killed or whatever as a result of 9/11.
I did tell an old friend that his Afghan rag-head jokes weren't funny, and he hasn't spoken to me since. After talking to other mutual friends, it wasn't isolated. He's stopped talking to many of his old friends.
I love traffic. I loved it this morning, and I'll love it more tomorrow. I love seeing planes in the air.
I wonder how long it would take to read the names of people killed by SUVs this past year. Longer than an hour and a half, I'd reckon.
Kudos to
tenshi_no_korin for keeping me sane and centered through laughter. I just love her and
llamajoy. I wish they'd add me back - I know nothing about the FF properties they write fic in, which should speak to how well they do it that I enjoy it so. Lemony fresh!
breau doesn't think I'll send her a care package. Bwah haha.
The idea that someday someone will be saying "Happy 9-11!" makes me cringe.
*perk* They just delivered a lil' flag to my desk. On of the goods ones. I love my job. *Here, Orange,Yellow & Purple Lion* Gah, I need a picture of my monitor at work. It's turning into an art form.
This has been a bad week for pets. A bad week. My condolences on the losses. May their memory bring peace.
Yanno, if I got a webcam, all you guys would get is a big dancing nose with blonde hair. Think I'll spare you.
And there must be something about this communal grief. Nothing is wrong (really) and suddenly, all I want to do is cry.
Must be the Diet Coke.
When you don't have $8,000 lying around waiting to be given away when you've be assured you were insured for it, you scream a bit. Yeah, my BPs up - go figure.
Crap. I'm gathering the documentation and flinging it as fast as I can. I also have to call Sis and see when she wants to go shopping for kids shoes...and Oh, It's September 11th.
Pardon me while I throw on this flag shirt and get on with my life. No, really - no insult intended, but if I stopped long enough to remember shit, I'd get run over today. A couple of memories, though:
Jim calling me on the cell phone while I'm on the train going into Los Angeles and telling me what happened. Me, repeating it loud enough so others could hear me, since there was no radio or other media available to report what was happening. People looked at me like I was nuts and didn't believe me.
Calling Mark that night to see if he had been called up by COEMS - and he had, and he was behind locked gates and guards...and I asked if he needed anything - to which he replied, "No, I really don't think so. Anyway, if you did bring me anything, you'd have to be strip searched before you could get it in."
beat
Couldn't resist. "WHOO-HOOOO!!" He laughed.
I got out of this one unscathed. I have yet to know anyone hurt, killed or affected, even by relationship of the enth degree. NOBODY I know was hurt, killed or whatever as a result of 9/11.
I did tell an old friend that his Afghan rag-head jokes weren't funny, and he hasn't spoken to me since. After talking to other mutual friends, it wasn't isolated. He's stopped talking to many of his old friends.
I love traffic. I loved it this morning, and I'll love it more tomorrow. I love seeing planes in the air.
I wonder how long it would take to read the names of people killed by SUVs this past year. Longer than an hour and a half, I'd reckon.
Kudos to
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The idea that someday someone will be saying "Happy 9-11!" makes me cringe.
*perk* They just delivered a lil' flag to my desk. On of the goods ones. I love my job. *Here, Orange,Yellow & Purple Lion* Gah, I need a picture of my monitor at work. It's turning into an art form.
This has been a bad week for pets. A bad week. My condolences on the losses. May their memory bring peace.
Yanno, if I got a webcam, all you guys would get is a big dancing nose with blonde hair. Think I'll spare you.
And there must be something about this communal grief. Nothing is wrong (really) and suddenly, all I want to do is cry.
Must be the Diet Coke.
Inland Carpet isn't getting paid because Allstate decided it wasn't their problem. Wow, and it's not even two hours old. I've got the issue down to 25 words or less. Believe me, the screaming is just starting.
When you don't have $8,000 lying around waiting to be given away when you've be assured you were insured for it, you scream a bit. Yeah, my BPs up - go figure.
Crap. I'm gathering the documentation and flinging it as fast as I can. I also have to call Sis and see when she wants to go shopping for kids shoes...and Oh, It's September 11th.
Pardon me while I throw on this flag shirt and get on with my life. No, really - no insult intended, but if I stopped long enough to remember shit, I'd get run over today. A couple of memories, though:
Jim calling me on the cell phone while I'm on the train going into Los Angeles and telling me what happened. Me, repeating it loud enough so others could hear me, since there was no radio or other media available to report what was happening. People looked at me like I was nuts and didn't believe me.
Calling Mark that night to see if he had been called up by COEMS - and he had, and he was behind locked gates and guards...and I asked if he needed anything - to which he replied, "No, I really don't think so. Anyway, if you did bring me anything, you'd have to be strip searched before you could get it in."
beat
Couldn't resist. "WHOO-HOOOO!!" He laughed.
I got out of this one unscathed. I have yet to know anyone hurt, killed or affected, even by relationship of the enth degree. NOBODY I know was hurt, killed or whatever as a result of 9/11.
I did tell an old friend that his Afghan rag-head jokes weren't funny, and he hasn't spoken to me since. After talking to other mutual friends, it wasn't isolated. He's stopped talking to many of his old friends.
I love traffic. I loved it this morning, and I'll love it more tomorrow. I love seeing planes in the air.
I wonder how long it would take to read the names of people killed by SUVs this past year. Longer than an hour and a half, I'd reckon.
Kudos to
tenshi_no_korin for keeping me sane and centered through laughter. I just love her and
llamajoy. I wish they'd add me back - I know nothing about the FF properties they write fic in, which should speak to how well they do it that I enjoy it so. Lemony fresh!
breau doesn't think I'll send her a care package. Bwah haha.
The idea that someday someone will be saying "Happy 9-11!" makes me cringe.
*perk* They just delivered a lil' flag to my desk. On of the goods ones. I love my job. *Here, Orange,Yellow & Purple Lion* Gah, I need a picture of my monitor at work. It's turning into an art form.
This has been a bad week for pets. A bad week. My condolences on the losses. May their memory bring peace.
Yanno, if I got a webcam, all you guys would get is a big dancing nose with blonde hair. Think I'll spare you.
And there must be something about this communal grief. Nothing is wrong (really) and suddenly, all I want to do is cry.
Must be the Diet Coke.
When you don't have $8,000 lying around waiting to be given away when you've be assured you were insured for it, you scream a bit. Yeah, my BPs up - go figure.
Crap. I'm gathering the documentation and flinging it as fast as I can. I also have to call Sis and see when she wants to go shopping for kids shoes...and Oh, It's September 11th.
Pardon me while I throw on this flag shirt and get on with my life. No, really - no insult intended, but if I stopped long enough to remember shit, I'd get run over today. A couple of memories, though:
Jim calling me on the cell phone while I'm on the train going into Los Angeles and telling me what happened. Me, repeating it loud enough so others could hear me, since there was no radio or other media available to report what was happening. People looked at me like I was nuts and didn't believe me.
Calling Mark that night to see if he had been called up by COEMS - and he had, and he was behind locked gates and guards...and I asked if he needed anything - to which he replied, "No, I really don't think so. Anyway, if you did bring me anything, you'd have to be strip searched before you could get it in."
beat
Couldn't resist. "WHOO-HOOOO!!" He laughed.
I got out of this one unscathed. I have yet to know anyone hurt, killed or affected, even by relationship of the enth degree. NOBODY I know was hurt, killed or whatever as a result of 9/11.
I did tell an old friend that his Afghan rag-head jokes weren't funny, and he hasn't spoken to me since. After talking to other mutual friends, it wasn't isolated. He's stopped talking to many of his old friends.
I love traffic. I loved it this morning, and I'll love it more tomorrow. I love seeing planes in the air.
I wonder how long it would take to read the names of people killed by SUVs this past year. Longer than an hour and a half, I'd reckon.
Kudos to
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The idea that someday someone will be saying "Happy 9-11!" makes me cringe.
*perk* They just delivered a lil' flag to my desk. On of the goods ones. I love my job. *Here, Orange,Yellow & Purple Lion* Gah, I need a picture of my monitor at work. It's turning into an art form.
This has been a bad week for pets. A bad week. My condolences on the losses. May their memory bring peace.
Yanno, if I got a webcam, all you guys would get is a big dancing nose with blonde hair. Think I'll spare you.
And there must be something about this communal grief. Nothing is wrong (really) and suddenly, all I want to do is cry.
Must be the Diet Coke.