Bitch.

I got a new dog.

 

Her name is Jackie-O. Let's not get carried away with 'awws' or 'she's so cute'. She is a BEAST. Her style is impetuous, her defense is impregnable, and she's just ferocious. She wants your heart. She wants to eat your children. Praise be to Allah!

Okay. 

Maybe she's not a killer after all.

This picture is not doing her justice at all.

My name will be the death of me

I'm gonna keep this short and sweet: don't do business in the hood.

Fuck the hood.

I went to purchase a new phone recently. Sounds like a pretty simple process right? Wrong. I searched online for the nearest T-Mobile store in my area and bam! There's one about 2 minutes away.

So I head over and I'm greeted by a guy that looks like this:

Rep - Whuss yo name?
Me - Rah-duh-mes.
Rep - Vladamir?
Me - What?
Me - RAHDUHMES.

I handed him my license so he could accurately input my address and...full name. Was that helpful? Nope! I found out that he misspelled my name after I called customer service to find out WHY I'm being billed (3) times for my first month bill. Oh yeah, I'm being billed (3) times.

So I'm trying to figure out how this mess was created and the customer service representative tells me that Radames Cruz Jr is not the primary account user's name.

-________________-

So I hung up and went to my.t-mobile.com and saw that my billing name was listed as "VLADIMIR CRUZ".

Sigh.

Uncle Wes

Parking - $10
Infield Box tickets - $8 (ftw!)
Large Pepsi - $5
Experiencing your first walk off home run - PRICELESS.



PS: Yes, there were only about 200 people there. Shut up.

Fuck yeah, caps lock!

I'm sick as a dog at work and annoyed as usual. Click email to enlarge:  

 1. STOP! Grammar time!

   

 2. Oh! You can circle yes or no via email? Is this a new feature I didn't know about? One more email:

We made a truce: I'll practice the word *respect* if she promises to stop butchering the English language.

You go?

Have I said how much I love my job?

I love it.

Do you believe me?

I'll leave an email with you guys this morning.

Enjoy.

National Idiots Day

I'm annoyed today. Only today? Yeah, shut up.

I was going to write about Sneaker Pimps 2009 / Miami - which was a success. But instead I'm going to tell you about Captain Obvious and her crew of flunkies.

I work in Purchasing. If you've been paying attention to my last few posts - you would see that I got stuck with being in charge of handling the pay-on-foot station that is located in our parking garage. It's the dumb machine in a parking garage that you take your ticket to, pay and gtfo. 

The busiest days in the garage are Mondays and Tuesdays. It can get pretty hectic. Captain Obvious is the "Garage Supervisor"...which means that she's one of two workers in the booth and is slightly less autistic than the other. I'll just refer to her as CO.

CO - Remember, today is Monday. Make sure everything is set.

Man. How do you respond to that by not drop kicking someone in the face?

Usually, I don't give her too much attention. But today is different. I think today was a surprise National Holiday for Idiots. And a big ceremony was held at the garage. No one notified me of this illustrious event and you guessed it - no one brought me any cake.

So, luck lands on my side and I don't see CO for most of the morning...which is fantastic.

But she catches me right after lunch near the back of our building and says this:

*clearly raining outside*
CO - It's raining outside. I don't think a lot of people will be coming into the garage.
Me - Oh really?
CO - Yes, it's weird because it's Monday. And Monday is our busiest day.

*3 second pause*
Me - Oh yeah?
CO - Yeah.

She is sharp.

One of her flunkies also takes it upon herself to remind me every week that it is indeed Monday. I distribute janitorial supplies to this woman once a week. When? On Mondays! Every. Fucking. Monday. So today she sees me and says:

Flunky - Hey Radames, it's Monday...time for supplies.

*3 second pause*
Me - It's Monday?
Flunky - Yes.
Me - sigh.

If one more person tells me that it's Monday...I will kill said person on a random Monday.

Spucci

You know when the driver ahead of you is backing up and you visualize them hitting you before it happens? That happened to me this morning. I saw it happen in slow motion. It wasn't a big deal. There wasn't any visible damage done to my car but I turned it into a big deal anyway. I'm not a happy camper in the morning. Sorry, old man!

I hate Castilian Spanish. So, so much. I wish there was simulation where Spaniards, Argentinians and everyone else who speaks Castilian could be stripped of their linguistic abomination and watch videos of the horror that is the Castilian lisp. Although, I worry that this may create a mass suicide event. Abort the simulation! Take the blue pill!

PS:
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Another coworker misspelled my name - in an email that *clearly* shows the correct spelling of my name.

I love my coworkers.

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I have ventured into the world of photography as of late. One thing I found out quickly is...this shit is fucking expensive!

I had no idea lenses costs so damn much. And not only lenses but cameras, lighting equipment, the whole nine yards.

I joined flickr two years ago but never really posted much until I got my DSLR. I came across a person that took pictures of himself each day for 365 days. I decided to do something similar but with toys.

This is my Kidrobot hazmat buddy. 

It's funny how people think I'm weird when I'm setting up for a shot with a toy. "Like, look at this moron over here".

Billy Bronze!

The other day I took out some toys during my lunch break and I got some funky looks from a few coworkers. I went out with some friends to see a movie and after noticing a toy a friend said, "who brings toys out on a Friday out?" I do!

Check out my noob shots - photostream.