The Schedule - Day 650
10/11/2024
There is no place to start because everything is screwed up and it is too far gone to ever repair. I was good when I moved here until they showed up and did it to me all over again.
They couldn't just leave me alone after everything that happened to me, which I now know, they did to me. They kept coming back and screwing up everything.
I at least had a good attitude and was in a good frame of mind considering everything that had happened, but they still wouldn't leave me alone.
I don't know what the purpose of this is and it does not matter and nobody will believe me so I guess we will call this fiction.
This platform sucks. It used to be good, but like everything else, the directive is to drive everything into the ground and destroy what once was good and rebuild it equitably after all of the independent and inspirational thinkers have been put out of business and all of the good ideas they had no longer appear in classrooms, but are rather stolen by the class that steals things that comes from India and is legally imported by way of the tech industry. That is what they do.
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I have horrible dreams every night, but my waking hours are worse. Everybody treats me like garbage and I have no idea why. I cannot engage with another human being on a normal basis without them screwing up the transaction. Somehow, they find a way. I cannot continue to function like this. It is debilitating.
I want to give you money for a product or service and you screw it up. You do it purposely and it is not a mistake. Yea, everybody has customer service issues. Not like mine. 100% of the time they are an epic fail.
I recently went to an internet/cable company to pay my monthly fee, in cash at the kiosk, which it what I always do. Tech people are jagoffs. The interface design, on these things were created by a person who was purposely trying to be an asshole.
I enter my account number. It does not tell me what my monthly fee is, the due date or the balance on my account so I just have to shove money into the slot and then let it roll over to the next month because it does not disperse change.
I have paid at the kiosk during a time when a note was attached that no receipt for payment would be available and it did distribute a receipt when I paid. Maybe the jerkoffs who work there just got tired of changing the receipt tape. Don't know.
The internet service is really bad. It goes out for hours at a time on a regular basis like I am living in a third world country. I am now, because third world people control and dominate the tech industry. Why is this service so bad? I cannot get anyone to answer my question or provide me with any service. I just have to keep swapping out hardware when the 'customer service representative' asks me what I would like to do when I present the problem to them instead of them providing me with a solution.
The last time I went into the store and tried to pay at the kiosk, it would not accept cash. A 'customer service representative' at the counter was looking at me and I waved him over. He said he could take my payment at the counter, asked me for my phone number and credited an out of state account with my same name. Why would he do that and why would he not verify my address before doing this? Could not provide me with a receipt that I had paid on my account. Gave me the receipt for the account I had paid for and could not provide me with any receipt that I had paid in advance on my own account. This was intentional. I have never had any other 'customer service representative' NOT ask me for my address to verify that the account was correct before applying the payment to it. This was intentional. Why?
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I ordered a mattress from a well known company and the wrong one was delivered, but that is a given. That is not the story. The story is one of the two way mirror of gross incompetence and willful ignorance. This too, was intentional.
I was at home during the delivery window. the phone rang.
"Hello"
"What is the gate code?" The ignorant dirty smelly slight Mexican accent shouted into the phone.
"Do you have a delivery?"
"What is the gate code?"
"There is no gate code. I have to come down and let you in. Where are you?"
"At the gate."
" will be right down to let you in."
He wasn't there. I had to walk down the block and around the corner and guide the Mexican truck driver and his Mexican assistant back to the gate where I let them in.
Ignorant gets out of the truck comes over to me and starts yelling at me.
"I was here. Why didn't you give me the gate code."
"Why did you leave? I told you there was no gate code and I would be right down to let you in. Why did you leave?"
"Why didn't you give me the gate code."
"Get my fucking mattress out of the truck now you fucking asshole."
He brought the wrong one to the front door. Scanned the wrong one and I told him to leave.
I realized it was the wrong one when I brought it inside myself and slept on it and knew it did not feel right. Sure enough, the tag says it belongs to someone else.
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Not only have the prices gone up, but the quality of everything has gone to shit. More money for a shittier product. I guess that is a feature of equity.
I pay for good tires on my truck. Factory recommended, nothing special, but they are, or used to be, good.
Insurance for the tires is now an extra fee. It used to come with the purchase. I am sure it was built into the cost before, but now that the prices for everything have gone up, nothing is immediately transparent at the point of sale. It is only after you purchase something that you find out what it is.
Slow leak in one of my tires. Every four days or so I had to add air. It was under warranty, so I took it in.
How complicated do you think you can make the simple process of inspecting a fucking tire that won't hold air?
It is under warranty.
"Well, it is but it isn't. You have a problem with a different tire than the one you asked to be inspected."
"OK. They are all under warranty. replace both of them."
"The tire you asked to be inspected is the wrong one."
"What the hell are you talking about?" My truck is right there" in the inspection area that has a window to thew waiting room.
"Stand up." I said to the guy. I pointed at the front driver's side tire and asked, "Is that the one you are talking about, or a different one." he wouldn't answer the question.
"The inspection was done on a different tire," he said.
"Are there two ties that have problems, or one?" I asked.
"Well, you brought it in to have a different tire looked at," he said.
"I am pointing at the tire that has the problem. Fix it."
Then he started playing the 'right' 'left' tire game.
I said, listen asshole. In your business there is driver's side and passenger side and front and rear. There is no 'left' and 'right' and you know that. Fix that tire, right there - driver's side front - and I pointed to it.
Well, it is under warranty, but it is not.
What the fuck does that mean?
This asshole tried to tell me that a tire I paid $250 dollars for and $28 insurance for now costs $375 for a replacement.
I said, "Put air in it and put it back on the fucking truck." This is after I waited 4 hours, by the way. After they told me it would be about 2.
"Well, we can't let it back on the road like that," he said.
"What? I drove it here. Put the the tire back on the the truck now. So you are not going to let me leave?"
It was only after all of this bullshit that the manager sold me another insurance certificate for a new tire that I had to come back the next day to install. All of the prices they gave me were wrong. All of the information they gave me was wrong. All of it.
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I went to the drive thru at Portillos and I had not been there for awhile. I should have known that something was amiss when there were no cars lined up.
Nonetheless, I drove up and to my surprise there was no menu. A little fat white equity college student appeared from the side door and asked if she could take my order.
"There is no menu," I said.
"Would you like a menu?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
She handed me a paper menu with glossy images with no prices.
"There are no prices on this menu." I said.
"What would you like to know the price of?" she asked.
Free speech is no longer a thing. I wanted to turn around and make sure that nobody was coming up behind me intending to punch this broad in the face, so I could defend her.
Beef sandwich $9.95
"Fine, give me one and an order of fries and onion rings, no drink."
Despite there being no line I still had to wait 10 minutes at the window for an even worse equity shithead to tell me that it was $20.
It is $10 dollars for an order of fries and onion rings?
I paid him, smiled, said thank you even after waiting and his goofy looking equity face out of that drive through window made me want to get out of the truck.
Never going back - this is what equity is doing to businesses and this is because of the tech industry and workplace employment advertising.
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I went to get a new phone. And a new phone number. People have spoofed, stolen and compromised my phone number, e-mail and other services including the last guy I worked with who only asked for my phone number because he told me he had a job for me, as this was a part time job for both of us, and then he proceeded to cyberstalk me and gaslight me in the workplace. There was no job.
Don't ever call me, don't ever text me, don't ever e-mail me because the pedo rapist left wing jagoff class has all of my information and they spoof my accounts and use voice changers so I have no idea who I am even communicating with.
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Another dirty brown Mexican pigfucker. Sell me a phone. What do you have. Gives me nothing but incorrect information. I ask him what I need to set up an account, lies to me wastes my time and then the manager has to come out to fix it and she gets pissed off at me because her little brown employee has no idea what he is doing and then asks me to sign up under his referral code. Are you butt fucking kidding me?
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When it goes down, do not say that it was random. You hear about these customers who shoot fast food workers over ketchup and shit. Most of those people are probably black crackheads, however. The straw that broke the camel's back is NEVER ABOUT THE KETCHUP. The ketchup is the 10 billionth thing that finally happened to make that branch of the tree come down upon the house during the storm.
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