How I fail:

1. I apparently don't know how to work email.

-The Chapter 13 Trustee's office called 2 weeks ago to inform us that we were sending emails to the wrong account. I assumed that my boss sent an email or twelve to our favorite employee there because well, my boss does what she wants. Today they call again and cite the emails that I just sent. I read her the address they are going to and I know that is the correct address. I ask for the address that the emails are apparently coming THROUGH to- I have never used that addy in my career. I know this because every email I send to is saved in my handy dandy email memory thingie whatever. It's just how it works. She doesn't answer. I'm thinking no wai. No effin wai does she think that I'm too retarded to properly send an email. So again I say look- I don't have that incorrect email ANYWHERE in my address book, I only have the CORRECT email. I'm checking in two places- both have the right one. She still doesn't answer. Look, bitch. What do you want from me? I've checked in my outbox (sent for this Macfag) and the email is STILL correct. This just doesn't seem to be MY problem, now does it? She finally answers with this snotty, know it all tone- surely assured that I'm still the retard in all this- that she will check with their IT guy she guesssssssssssssess. Good. Now gtfo my phone line. Hookah.

2. I also apparently do not know how to use a fax machine.

-Another Trustee requested some documents a few months ago. The assistant (who is a raging whore-bitch) emailed me back after each attempt to say she could not open the documents. Well. Perhaps you should download (for free!) Adobe Reader, slutbucket. Oh, she says. Stupid, stupid, stupid. We get a letter from them- via fax- asking for the documents because 'your attachments were unable to be opened'. Okay. For one, do not put the fault with my damn attachments. No one else has trouble with them (Macfag again, sometimes an issue with things) which makes it a problem on YOUR end. For two, when you send me something via fax, I expect to be able to return something via fax. Negative. Wrong. Nope. I have been faxing these asshats all day long. The line is either busy or there is no answer, at least that is what the big hung of plastic is telling me. Once again, this will most assuredly be MY fault in some brilliant beings eyes.

3. That damn spider is nowhere to be found.

-Trust me, people. I looked. Thoroughly. Because I didn't want the little bastard sneaking up on me and ripping my arm off. This really isn't a reason why I fail, it's just the reason I've been a bucket of tweak all day long.

So after today, I'm still feelin' pugnacious. I'm gonna go to Sunspot and eat some organic foods and watch hockey. Why? Because the Pittsburgh Penguins have 2 players that interest me- one is named Letang and the other is named Satan. I kid you not. I have to see this. Also, I've decided that the Reanimation album by Linkin Park is badass and that since all my boys get theme music for themselves when they enter a room, I do too- and it's any song from this album. I love it. It's got me psyched up for my visit to the post office. See previous blogs about feelings regarding the post office, pl0x. tl;dr... I hate the post office. With a burning passion. Think burns when you pee kind of burning. Yeah. That's right. What.