BAH HUMBUG!!!

It's X-mas. yay. Whatever. Where is my holiday spirit?







Yep, it's X-mas. joy. My ass is sitting at work. Waiting for another over privileged, self-entitled fucktard to call and scream at me for something that is totally out of my control.  Oh you did't pay your bill for the last 60 days and you have ran up your bill an additional $700 by ordering 'Adult Content', when you woke up this morning your services are disconnected?  Oops. My bad. Yep that is all my fault.  Oh,  you don't wanna pay the past due to have your services restored because it's Christmas and you have no money left.  Maybe you should of though twice about getting junior in the background that new PS4 I hear him screaming about. Also you think that I am a Heathen, and a horrible person, I MUST not be a Christian, because I am working on CHRISTmas.

Well then! Thank you for helping further prove my point about today being over commercialized bull shit!  I was not always this jaded and bitter about the holidays. I'm pretty sure I used to like Christmas. A long time ago. Probably way back when i was still a kid and living with Mommy & Daddy. 

I just love when people play the 'one-up' game, "Yeah, I got blah-blah, this, it cost me $$$$, and they got me this that cost $$$. but blah-blah $$$$ $$$$$$$ $$$$, oh hey, Jezebelle, how was your Christmas, how much did you get?"  "Well, bless your heart, that is so sweet of you to ask."  Yep, I am a proper Southern Lady when  it suits me. The thing is I just leave my answer at that and find an excuse to walk away. 

Just because I detest this time of year, and I really could care less how much their gifts cost, how many presents they got, I am not going to step up on my soap box and educate them on the folly of their ways. I know that there are people that LIVE for and LOVE this time of year with every FIBER of their being (Eric is one of those people he really loves the holidays) I am not here to force my bitterness onto them. Those close to me know how I feel, and I just smile and grit my teeth, and get thru it, with quiet reserve, and hold my tongue.  Except when it comes to the bell ringers........FUCK THEM!

 Merry, Happy, Blessed whatever today is to you!!!!

HEY UPS & NORAD get your shit together!

So it's officially the Night before X-Mas. On my phone I have the NORAD Santa Tracker, Google's Santa Tracker, and the UPS package tracker app; It's Christmas Eve, you think NORAD would have their shit together and that their Santa Tracker app would work. NOPE!  Crashes and force closes the instant i try to see where the Jolly Fat Man is. There are some houses that I hope the reindeer pay a "special" visit to. Looks like I am just going to stick w/ Google. (UPDATE:  the NORAD app finally started working on both my devices by 6pm last night)  And I am about to add a couple of UPS locations in Texas to my list.

My precious Tablet took a major shit and turned itself into a paperweight after an update back on the 13th. Tried all the troubleshooting steps including a factory reset. Didn't help. So tech support e-mailed m a shipping label since my precious is still under warranty,  I boxed it up and it was on it's way by the 16th, Everything was fine and dandy till it reached Texas.

Location	Date	Local Time	Activity
Mesquite, TX, United States	12/24/2013	11:00 A.M.	Your package encountered a delay. We expect your delivery will be postponed by one business day.
Mesquite, TX, United States	12/23/2013	1:00 P.M.	Your package encountered a delay. We expect your delivery will be postponed by one business day.
Dallas, TX, United States	12/22/2013	1:31 P.M.	Departure Scan
Mesquite, TX, United States	12/21/2013	11:38 P.M.	Arrival Scan
Dallas, TX, United States	12/20/2013	9:00 A.M.	Your package encountered a delay. We expect your delivery will be postponed by one business day.
	12/20/2013	12:02 A.M.	Arrival Scan
Vernon, TX, United States	12/19/2013	8:30 P.M.	Departure Scan
	12/19/2013	6:08 P.M.	Arrival Scan

WTF???? It's final destination is Plano, TX. Which is 35.61 miles from Dallas, when you go thru Mesquite. (I map quested it!)  

I would REALLY REALLY like my tablet to reach its destination before year end, so that it can be repaired or they can send me a refurbished one. Currently I am using a borrowed net book since our laptops are in the shop (pawnshop that is).  I am kinda going thru withdrawals here. Having to do crosswords by HAND. Reading books that re made out of PAPER. Handwriting my blogs just so i can type them later....... What is this the DARK AGES?  I know 1st World problems, right??????   

Ya know, I think I am going to do what people that call into KableTown* do.  I'm going to call my tablet manufacturer and scream, and rant, and rave that they have not received my tablet.  The delays must be their fault....I mean it is their shipping label...... Sounds fair to me. People seem to think that it is OK to call and scream at me because their TV is on the wrong input or channel (ie: PC instead of HDMI, or channel 5 instead of 3)  Or that their computer will not turn on.  Or better yet I must have been the one that came over to their house clear across the damn US from where I am located and unplugged their modem.   Yep seems fair to me.

Bah Humbug!

X-Mas Eve-Eve

So it's the Eve of Christmas Eve, or 'twas the night before the night before.

Not all is merry and bright.

But I have decided that i do need to Blog more. The stupid need to be outed and scorned!  They must pay! They must be punished!  They must...... okay, okay, was getting carried away for a moment there.

Well here is the update:  I am no longer at the convenience store. I have been at KableTown* (Not the real company name) for just over 3 years now.  Bill & I split and went out separate ways about the same time I started working here. I have been with Eric (my soul mate almost 3 years and we are blissfully happy, planning for wedding bells all that jazz.   But this is not that kind of blog.


Any way It's X-mas eve-eve, and not all is merry and bright. Especially some of the real gems I have had to deal with today. tech Support hell - holiday style.

I talked to a very lovely lady, lets call her 'Cruella', call since she is having e-mail issues. The issue is that she can not get her e-mail thru iMail* it will not send or receive. She is also having issues with the browser on her GrannySmith* computer.  First problem is she will not listen as i am trying to explain to her that iMail is NOT a KableTown product and we do not offer full support for it. However after we verify that she i able to log into her e-mail thru out website I will be happy to walk her thru making sure the settings are right in iMail.  NOPE. not gonna happen, she does not want to do it She wants a damn tech out to her house.  So I explain to her that is not going to resolve the issues. Out tech do not set up 3rd party email clients. We are not NerdHerd* (yes that is a 'Chuck" reference.) I finally manage to get her to cooperate enough to try accessing our website using InfernoCanidae* Guess What?  Even though that is a unreliable browser at best she can log in and get her e-mail. Her bloody e-mail is working.  I really should of cut my losses and ended the call at that point. How ever I do believe in customer service even if the customer does not deserve it. Once again i offer to walk her thru the iMail settings (which honestly takes 5 minutes to help a customer get their mail set up). AHHHH HELL NO. She starts calling me 'Lady" and DEMANDING  that i send a tech. And once again I explain to her a tech is not needed no will they be able to fix the issue.  This is not a SERVICE issue, and i suggest that she call GrannySmith* because iMail is THEIR product.  She is not having it. I inform her that a tech visit will cost $50. (which always goes over well), I proceed to tell her about our Maintenance Prophylactic Program* which is less than $5 a month, and adding it today will prevent a service charge for sending out the tech that is not going to be able to fix the issue in the first place.  NOPE. OK fine, I am don't trying to talk reason and actually help this person that can't understand normal thinking. Besides i am late for my lunch anyway, I schedule a service call for the end of the week. I end the call and take my lunch.

Get back from lunch and Chuck*, our acting sup, about that account. Apparently she called back three times is it was escalated to a supervisor. At least we were consistent when she called everyone told her the same thing. Including Chuck.  Last i heard we still have the appt scheduled for her.

Thanks Cruella! You win today's Can't Understand Normal Thinking award!

They say you can't fix stupid, not even with duct tape. I say you are just not using enough duct tape!

Holiday Hell - Tales from the Grinch side...

Once again it's that time of year. 'Holiday Season' is upon us and in full swing.  What is supposed to be a 'joyous' time of year, is a flipping joke.  The holidays bring out the worst in people. The well-to-do get everything they want (as usual), the 'poor & under privileged'(and undeserving in some cases) have their hands out (as usual), and the hard working lower-middle class get shafted (as usual).  The same as it is year round, just more publicized during this time of year. 
Yes, I truly despise this time of year. But, with that being said, I don't hate everything about the holidays. I love the Christmas lights, the cinnamon scented pine-cones, the pretty trees, egg-nog, and some of the good-ole X-mas specials like Rudolph & Frosty.  The things I can't stand are the pushy self-entitled assholes that think it's their right to have every thing they want right now, deserving or not, fuck everyone else:  the bell ringers, the donation beggars, would you like to donate to blah blah (and look at you like you are scum when you say no); and the constant un-ending x-mas music.
Lets start with the bell ringers. Out in front of every store starting black Friday till x-mas day. "Merry Christmas" "Happy Holidays". Put your change in the bucket. They are getting brazen, rude and pushy. "Please help the less-fortunate." and I am polite, I say no thank you and try to walk on. They get in my way as if it is the law that i have to donate. "Why? You think you are better than them?"  did i say that i was? No. i said no thank you and tried to go about my business, and they have to stick their nose in MY BUSINESS. "No, I do not think i am better than them. Honey, I am the less fortunate." and they scoff.  "I bust my ass, I have a job. I work hard (when my health allows) I am not out begging, stealing or crap like that.  Who is helping me??? Who is making donations to me to help keep a roof over my head?  Gas in my car?  Pay my bills? Keep food on my table? No one that's who. Not a damn soul. And how much of these donations actually go to the 'poor & less fortunate'? Very damn little. And how do you screen the people that you are allegedly trying to help? Hmmm?  You don't know me, you don't know my story. You think that because i am carrying a purse that has a logo on it (it's a fake, and was a gift at that) and that i am wearing semi-nice clothes (from Value Village & Wal-Mart) that you have the right to judge me. To assume that I have the means to 'donate' to the buy a bum a beer fund? Fuck you, and get out of my face before I shove those jingle bells down your holly, jolly fucking throat & have a nice day."  Yes this actually happened a couple years back. 

Enough is aenough

If it wasnt for bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all.  Been dealing with serious migraines since January. Missed alot of work, and as we all know no workie no money. So bills are piling up. And just when I think there might be an end in sight and and shit might start getting better, The bottom finds a new low. I just set up a deferred payment to get my home phone turned back on (cells havr been disconnected for awhile now). Less than 20 minutes later the neighbor comes over and tells us that my passenger side window has been busted out. All they stole was my iPod. My frackin alarm didnt even go off.  ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!  I am so far past my breaking point its not even funny. I fully understand how seeminnly sane, normal people, suddenly snap and go on a rampage, I am one step away from a pyschotic break myself.

Insomnia

Damn it I am not a daywalker anymore! Sleep where the hell are you?

Moving On & Getting Over It

I have moved. The end of  June actually.  Due to Jessica’s  being transferred and demoted and Arnold’s complete lack of willingness to work we had to move. I was fortunate enough to get myself a quaint one bedroom apartment not too far from where we were living. They are staying with friends.  So lets go back to the last part  of July shall we. ………

It’s a nice sunny summer day. My boyfriend Bill and I are out and about  checking out area pawn shops looking at  various stuff.  We walk into “Pawn-aholics” (not the actual shop name)  and he wanders off to go look at stuff when out the corner of my eye I see a violin hanging on there wall that bears an uncanny resemblance to one that I had that went missing  about Xmas time when I was still living with Jessica and Arnold (and his thieving couch crashing  homie Roland) I walk up to the clerk and tell him that i think that they have stolen merchandise on their wall. He takes it down so I can examine it and sure enough it “was” mine. I ask if it came with a case and proceed to describe the case and the contents of the case sight unseen to the clerk.  He retrieves the case and my description was spot on.  At the time it went missing I did not file a police report.  So Bill and I rush to my apartment and I start ripping through boxes looking for something, anything that has the violins serial number on it to prove that it was mine. I am nowhere near unpacked yet so papers are flying everywhere.  It’s a virtual rainfall of sheets of paper as I desperately search. FINALLY I locate the one piece of paper that I needed.  The original receipt from when I got the violin.  We rush back to the pawn shop and I tell them that I have proof that it is mine. We go verify the serial number JUST incase I was mistaken.  NOPE! The number matched the receipt.  I step outside and call the police so they can come down and I can file a police report.  While we are waiting I shoot Jessica a text message letting her know that I found my violin. She was going to buy it from me so we could give it to a friend of ours kid for Xmas.  But it went missing…..

So the police show up.  The clerk shows them the instrument and I show them the receipt.  The officer has the clerk pull the pawn slip.  It was pawned by someone at our old address. I ask if it was Roland Stealshit.  The officer does not answer right away.  While the officer talks to the clerk I browse through the jewelry since I was missing some rings (I did file a report on that)  The officer comes over and asks me if I knew  Arnold Betraymytrust. I just stared at the officer. I was in utter shock!!!!!! I trusted him!  I have known him for several years!!!! I considered him family. He may be lazy and an ass at times but to steal from me????????? When it went missing he lied to Jessica and me saying he didn’t know a thing about it and that it was probably Roland.   Now I got to think fast.  I do not  this to end up burning Jessica. So I call her.  And tell her what is going on.  She is just as shocked as I am.  We decide to not press charges and she  is going to pay me for the violin.  Which I tell the police  Needless to say Arnold is now persona non grata with me.  I see him in a store I walk the other way.  He was a friend on the big 2 social networking sites.  NOPE now he is blocked. However if my jewelry shows up  linked to him I will not be so kind. 

-Jezebelle Lee Compton

I just love it when you go out of your way and do everything humanly possible for some people and they just don’t appreciate it.

Well this has been a hellacious week. From trying to renew my driver’s license, having what little food I have unknowing shared, losing internet, usual madcap at work, to more roommate issues. On my way out the door we usually converse for a short time till I have to leave. Last night I go downstairs and talk to Arnold and Jessica on my way out. Tell them about the license issues (we don’t get to talk or see each other much since I work nights and sleep days) and Arnold interrupts me to ask if I was able to cash my paycheck. I say yes.


“Well, rent??????” he asks. Ok he didn’t ask, it was demanding, pissy, attitudinal, rude, and a few other descriptive terms.

“I got it.” I respond as I walk out the door. He has no right to come at me about money. I give my share of rent to Jessica. Not him. He does not work. He does not pay the bills. She and I do. I wonder if he took that tone with his couch crashing buddy, James who is allegedly paid up thru the end of the month. Well it’s the end of the month. With three people paying the bills the mine and her share should have decreased. Well I sure as hell didn’t see a decrease this month. Of course I am not even sure that James is even working now. Suppose I could ask Jessica before I go to work this afternoon. Or do I even want to bother. Not like I have a say in what goes on here. I wasn’t even consulted before James started staying here. The last “friend” Arnold let stay here was a thief and stole things from all of us.

I pay my share. If I have a few extra bucks (as rare as that is) and they ask because they need cigarettes or diapers for their kid I give it to them. Need some gas money, toilet paper, or cat food. OK. Need a free baby sitter? Sure. Depending on my hours which flex A LOT I might be a bit short but it’s never over $20, and I make it up the next week. (I get paid weekly and it’s just easier than trying to save up till the end of the month) I know that they use what I pay them for food, smokes, and who knows what. As long as she has enough to cut the landlord a check each month and pay the bills I do not question it.

They have become way too dependent on me giving them money every week. I could start hanging onto it and pay them at the beginning of each month and demand itemized receipts. I feel like a guest in my own house. I feel trapped in my room. They have basically taken over every other space here. We had discussed moving at the beginning of this year. She was denied for the place she wanted and the foreclosure I have from several years ago made the apartment complex where I wanted to live “nervous”. A foreclosure? In this economy? ( It’s pretty common to have one now, which is a sad state of affairs) so needless to say I was denied and out of time since we needed to give the landlord notice one way or the other. So doomed to be here another year, unless something drastic happens. Like, perhaps, I get the winning lottery ticket or something grand to that effect. Now if I only have a rich uncle that I have never heard of up and die and leave everything to his favorite niece, little ole me……. But with my luck that is quite unlikely.

-Jezebelle Lee Compton

Why do I have to suffer or be inconvenienced because other people in my household are thoughtless and irresponsible?

I am not selfish. I don’t mind sharing. You have to compromise when you live with others. That’s not a big thing. But it would be nice if when I go grocery shopping and bring food home I expect to have food in the fridge to eat when I am hungry. Let’s just say I no longer buy groceries. I don’t cook here either. The last time I brought food home was because a friend of mine gave me a small precooked ham. YUMMY! I kept it in the walk-in at my work for the two nights that I was working. 1) Because I know my co-workers despite some of their other faults, are considerate enough to not touch other people’s food. 2) I would be able to have a nice lunch. So, all is well and good. I bring the ham home since it is my weekend. It is wrapped in plastic wrap with my name written on the plastic wrap in marker. PLUS it is in a plastic bag that has the logo of my store on it. Kind of obvious who it belongs to one would think. So with my food not resting in the fridge, its bed time. Wake up later that afternoon go about my usual routine. Get called in to work, come home and back to bed. Wake up about 5am and you know what; a couple slices of ham sounds pretty good. So I mosey downstairs to the kitchen grab the bag out of the fridge and take out the ham. Over half of it is gone. But there is a crock-pot full of what I am guessing to be ham and bean soup. Screw this! I get a knife and proceed to slice up what is left and put it on a plate. Throw the plastic wrap and bag away, and put the knife in the sink, and begin to head upstairs. On my way back thru the living room one of my roomies, Arnold, who just happened to be camped out on the couch asks “Did you clean up your mess?”What the hell does he mean “mess”? What mess????? I used a friggin knife that’s it!!!!! I do not bring food into this house because it disappears. I do not cook in this house because on the extremely rare occasion that I do want to cook (and actually have food here) there are never clean dishes to use cause they are too lazy to scrape them off and put them in the dishwasher, and I don’t keep food to here any way. Therefore if there ever is a mess in that kitchen you can damn well guarantee that it is not mine. I just bite my tongue and walk back up stairs. To enjoy what is left of my ham. (And my plans to have a nice big bowl of bean and ham soup later. I am entitled to it right? I contributed to it. So therefore I should be able to partake. Either that or wait till they are gone and pick every little bit of meat out of it. I am not that OCD or mean.) What has my knickers in a twist is that no one asked me if it would be ok to use some of the ham. Of course I would have said yes. I don’t have a problem sharing. Just don’t assume that I am going to.


Moving on, it’s been a few days since the ham thing, (the soup was really good). I am upstairs in my room having a post work/day off beer. When all of a sudden the internet just doesn’t work. Odd. I close my browser and restart it to see it that helps. Nope. Next step go unplug the modem and the router. Plug them back in. restart my browser, “additional login information may be required”. WTF? “Welcome to Big Ole Cable Company Internet activation” Huh? I go thru the steps, it asks for account #. I go down stairs to where my roomie keeps the bills and grab an old one and write the account # down. But the bills back in the file cabinet come back upstairs and go thru all the prompts. “Further information is needed to activate your account.” What the hell???? Wait a sec. I go down stairs and turn on the TV and flip thru several channels. We don’t have cable either. I sent my roomie, Jessica, and text asking her to call me when she gets a break. “Is everything ok?” she replies. I message her that it is not life or death but we don’t have cable, OR internet, and I didn’t know if there was a problem or just a glitch.

“Yeah there is a problem! When the bill came it was $400, all charges for “watch it now” movies. About 30 total”

“Wow. Ok. Was just kind of shocked that’s all” I respond. When they decided to get cable this time I made sure that they knew I wasn’t going to pay for it. I don’t watch the telly. Not by choice. There is always someone in front of it playing video games or camped out on the couch. But I would be willing to pay for internet if they added that in.

So because either Arnold or James decided to watch who knows what and run up the bill, I have to suffer. If I am at home I am in my room. I don’t leave my room except to go to the bathroom, have a cig, or to leave the damn house. Needless to say I called the cable co. and set up my own account. At least I will have internet. Secure network and all that. MINE! Sorry not going to share this time. Didn’t get cable or telephone or any of that crap, don’t need it. Just give me internet access and everything will be just fine.



-Jezebelle Lee Compton

*All names and locations have been changed to protect the innocent, the guilty, and the incredibly stupid*



Are people really as stupid as they seem or does it take practice? Maybe they should lay off the drugs.


I work graveyards at a convienence store. Let me tell you, man do I get the freaks, the geeks, the drunks, the druggies, and the real cream of society. I have a personal policy that I strictly adhere to: I will NOT call my managers and wake them up at oh-god-thirty unless it is an EMERGENCY. A stupid crack head acting like a stupid crack head is NOT an emergency.


Case in point:


This kid walks in the store, let’s call him Scooter, he asks if we have a restroom and I say yes. Scooter then walks back outside. Enter crack head, I’ll name him Sherm. Well, Sherm walks in and walks over to the cooler that the Ice cream is in.


“Is this all the ice cream you got?”


“No”, I reply and point back toward the door “there is more in the freezer that you walked by as you came in.”


“Ok.” Then he ducks into the ladies room.


“Uh, that’s the ladies…….”, too late, I hear the door lock. Well, Scooter is still outside riding his razor scooter back and forth in front of the store.


Tick Tock


Tick Tock


Two minutes later a lady comes in and asked if we have a restroom.


“Sure, but there is a guy in the women’s restroom. You can use the men’s room if you like.” She looks at me like I’m nuts but goes in the men’s room.


Tick Tock


About a minute later she comes out. Pays for her fuel and leaves the store.


Tick Tock


Tick Tock


A couple more minutes pass and one of my regulars, Reggie, comes in. we stand and the counter and chit chat for a about four or five minutes, when Shem finally emerges from the ladies room. He meanders around the store selecting his purchases. Reggie and I continue our conversation. Sherm brings his purchases up to the counter and sets them down.


“Can I use your phone? My cell is dead and I need to call my fiancée to see what she wanted.” I apologize and tell him no, that we do not have a phone for public use. But there is a pay phone outside. Reggie walks off to go make his coffee and I proceed to ring up Sherm’s purchases. I finish bagging everything and Sherm throws down a twenty.


“I need to use your restroom again.”


“Ok, but the men’s room is the furthest door.”


“Oh” he proceeds to go into the men’s room. I set his purchases and change to the side.


Reggie quips “That’s what happens when you smoke too much crack” we chuckle and converse a bit more. A few customers straggle in I help them. About four minutes later Sherm comes out of the men’s room, collects his purchases and change and leaves the store. Reggie and I finish up our conversation and he gets ready to leave the store to go to work when Sherm rushes back in


“Uh….I left my cell in the bathroom” I just nod at him; he rushes over to the men’s room and exclaims that the door is locked. Reg, decides that NOW is the perfect time for him to leave for work. Thanks! You’re a pal! I think as he leaves. I grab various keys that are lying around in the hopes that one of them might work. Of course not. I can’t figure out how the door locked any way. It automatically unlocks when you open the door to exit the restroom.


“I need my phone! I have to have my phone! I just took it out to get a number out of it.” (Hmmmm I thought it was dead….)


“I’m sorry, I don’t have a key, but I can take down your info and give it to my manager in a few hours when they come in” I reply (it is now after midnight, this is NOT an emergency, so I am NOT going to call my boss,) Any way my manager is in the next state supervising a store transfer and my asst mgr lives an hour away. He begins to INSIST that I call them. I explain again that I am sorry that there is not much I can do. I have tried all the keys that I have and none of them work. So he then goes back outside and talks to Scooter for a few seconds, come back in and says I HAVE to call my manager, it’s his work phone, he just got this job, about to lose his apartment, yada, yada, yada.


“I need my bus card so I can go to work”


“Your bus pass is in your phone?” now I’m really skeptical.


“Uh…..no…..it’s…in…my wallet” Ok so now it’s his “dead” “work” cell AND his wallet????? Now I am just plain annoyed that this crack head is lying to me. So just to pacify him I reach for the store phone. Would you believe it, the damn thing doesn’t work???? I hand him the phone to prove that I am not lying to him.


“How about your cell phone?”


“I don’t have one” Now I’m lying. He goes out front and starts begging my incoming customers for their phones. I go into the back of the store to see if I can track down a working handset and more keys. Keys no. Phone yes. I’ve had enough I give in and call my poor asst. mgr. His advice: Jiggle the handle. It’s a door not a toilet, I’m thinking. And I’ve been jiggling the damn handle. So I start looking for something I can use to jimmy the lock. I finally try a pair of scissors and manage to get the door open. Well Sherm almost knocks me over in his rush to get his “cell phone and wallet” I saw something that might have been a cell, and something else. Don’t think it was a wallet though. Hmmmmmm.