Saturday, February 28, 2009


I had so much fun writing that last intro blog that I decided to write again while I have a complaint fresh on my mind.

2 days ago I called the pharmacy at Wal-Mart to request a refill for a prescription. The soothing, female computer voice on the phone told me that my meds would be ready the next day (yesterday) at 7 p.m. I didn't pick them up them as I had a few pills to last until the next day. Driving to the Wal-Mart in Oakland is quite the ordeal and requires a little bit of planning, but I won't get into that right now.

I went to get my prescription today, 1 day after I was told it would be available. I walked up to the pharmacy counter like I owned the place, and this is the conversation between me and the clerk that followed:

Me: "I have a prescription for Hardy." A few moments pass as my name is searched on their database.
Retard clerk: "We have to order it, it won't be ready until tomorrow."
M-"I was told it would be ready yesterday at 7."
RC-"Who told you that?"
M-"Your sexy female automated voice system."
RC-"Oh well, we can give you a few pills to last 'til tomorrow."
M-"If you have pills to last 'til tomorrow, why can't you fill my prescription in full right now?"
To that there was no answer, just the sound of nervously shuffling of papers and typing on a keyboard. Finally, an answer:
RC-"We don't have any pills here."
M-"So what should I do? I'm all out."
RC-"We can call the Wal-Mart in San Leandro."
M-"I have no idea where that is."
RC-"I'll draw you a map."
M-"Fantastic." (but say that in the most dull voice that you can)
Time lapses.
RC-"San Leandro doesn't have any pills either."
M-"Well, this is unacceptable. How are you going to fix it?"
RC-"Um, you can call 1-800-Walmart and complain."
M-"Yeah, I'm sure that talking to an underpaid teenager on the phone is going to give me pills tonight. Don't you realize we are talking about my life here?" (Drama, I know)

The conversation is all a blur after that, I just remember leaving Wal-Mart with angry, empty hands. To make this epic just slightly shorter, I still don't have pills, and I'm questioning whether or not I will be getting them tomorrow. And if I die tonight because I didn't have my meds, I want all of you to call 1-800-Walmart and complain for me.

I . . . Hate . . . Blogs

There are a few things in my life that I thought I would never do. Unfortunately for me, I have been insensitively verbal to many people about the these things, and now I have to eat my bitter, spoiled words. For instance, I thought that I would never join a social networking site. To me these sites are designed for shallow people to compete with other shallow people in a race to get the longest list of friends possible, whether they know their "friends" or not. I found out later that I was right, but that you can also join these sites to talk to people that you are actually friends with. So, I gave in. I'm sure that I will talk about social networking sites sometime later, so stay tuned!

Secondly, I thought that I would never, ever start a blog. Many blogs that I've seen are created by half-wits with a vain attempt to talk about something intelligent, thinking that they will somehow make a difference in the world. But to quote a shirt I once saw; "Blogging: Never have so many people with so little to say said so much to so few."

Now that I've brutally insulted many of my friends (actual friends) who are reading this, I must digress.

I realized recently that I complain a lot. I keep it mostly in my head, and it is not healthy! I swear, I will contract an ulcer over the anger that generates within my mushy, pinkish skin. I also realized recently that saying what is on my mind is very healthy. I've found that when I talk to others about the crap that bothers me, I usually end up laughing about it hysterically. So, I started this blog primarily just to complain.

Now I want to be VERY CLEAR: I will probably talk about topics that are heavily propaganded already, such as politics, but I am not trying to "open your eyes to the truth," nor trying to make a difference, nor start a revolution, nor recruit a small army to forcefully overtake a small country. If there is ANYTHING at all that I would want you to get out of this blog, it would be a few laughs. I want to try and see the humor in the inconveniences that the world craps down on me. (Is "propaganded" a word?)

Some of you are reading this right now because I gave you the link and directed you to it, but I've gotta say (and I mean no discourtesy), I don't care if you read this or not. This is mainly an outlet for me to vent, laugh, and perhaps keep my body as young as my age by releasing huge amounts of steam. If I can give you a few laughs along the way, then I feel like maybe I've helped you out a little too. So, stay tuned for more, or don't.