quarta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2014

Annoyed Sleepless.

Urgh. Up since 3:50, to fight off in the War.  I won, at least that much I can tell y'all. All spoils are mine, mine only. Fuck you, asswipe. So it's first come, first serve, eh? I was there first, today. Fucker.

But surely(stop calling me Shirley!) it really gets me in a terible mood. I've sent off two petty, annoyed emails already today, one for the fucking Postex delivery company, which was supposed to deliver me a package, according to their log, it would be delivered by tomorrow, that the delivery boy had left by 15:30...and did not show up. I thought that mybe they'd delivered it after 5 PM, after I took off work, but no good. So I sent off this pissed off email to their fucking headquarters. Let's see what do they have to tell about that, since I've sent along their own image, indicating all this data, the delivery time and whatnot. 

Then, I've emailed rudely to that fucking megastore called "drugstore" Araujo - them motherfuckers do not post the prices of my meds - the special-controlled ones, requiring a prescription and all. You search for them damend things on their site, they display it....without a fucking price tag. So I told them, who the fuck do they think we are - unemployed fuckers with all the time in the world, to try to phone them and be lucky enough to get answered, by one of their fucking clerks? I need the fucking price to calculate how much am I gonna spend on your shitty store...and you don't put on their price tags??

WHY THE FUCK THEY DON'T PUT ON THE FUCKING PRICE TAGS???

Sometimes it's necessary to be annoying, to get whatever you want. I hope I was rude enough to produce a response. I don't care to pass as a fucking jerk - they also are. And dumber than hell. There is no reason, I repeat, no fucking reason to not put on the fucking price tags. I'm curious to see if they'll respond, and what excuse they will make up for this. "Well, it's a controlled drug." So fucking what? "You do need a prescription." I've got it right here motherfucker. "You need to be physically present at the store so we can reveal this unimaginable secret." Or rather, "You do need to be physically present at the store to punch me in the face." That I can do.


Well. let's wait now for their responses...