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Wow. I haven't been on here in a LONG time. Over a year.

A lot has changed, specifically in the last few months. It's actually been a pretty traumatic summer.

I'm sad to see my friends on here don't update anymore either :(

If anyone's interested, you can find me on myspace: myspace.com/gorjessxo
This is really sad.

I got out of work at 5 yesterday.. I had heard traffic on 41 was slow so I decided to take the frontage road home. Bad idea. Turns out the highway was actually closed and all the traffic was being routed to the frontage road. Driving along side the highway and seeing absolutely no traffic in the southbound lane was incredibly eerie.
After four and a half years together.. my nose piercing and I have parted ways.

Things are changing. It's time to look a wee bit more professional.

And no, there's not a huge hole in the side of my nose.
Dear Wisconsin,

Just as I was getting over yesterdays Blizzard Christine (the 6 hours of missed work, the being trapped in my house all day, and the 756 inch-high snow drifts), you throw a single digit high at me. Thanks. Nice work asshole.

<3,
Jess
sothere.com

I wrote that around 2A a few nights ago. Many things were keeping me awake, but the Mike/friendship issue seemed to be the major one.

As of right now, I'm not too concerned with it. I fully intend on printing it off and giving it to him. Whatever he decides to do is fine.

Seriously.

I'm no where near as upset about this whole thing as I was before.
I was watching the news one morning and they were showing footage from New Orleans. This random guy and his son walked in front of the camera and the news lady started interviewing him. He was clearly disoriented.

He said he was looking for his wife. He said they were on the roof and another wave or something hit the house. She got scared, but he told her it would be okay because he was holding on to her hand as tight as he could. She replied, "But you can't hold on tight enough." He lost his grip and she was gone.

So he was wondering the streets looking for her.

Then he just walked away from the camera.





http://www.livejournal.com/users/shadbolt75/53974.html
Good morning.

So.. Benji dropped me off about 10 minutes ago. Coming from Ohio, my block was blocked off by a cop car and those orange barrier things. We went down to 10th.. blocked. Down to 9th and back up to 11th on Rugby.. that side's blocked too. Since I'm the second house from the corner, he just walked me home.

As I reached my driveway, a SWAT guy jumped up from behind my neighbor's SUV with a rifle in his hand. Um, hello. I was going to say, "I just live here and want to go hoooome", but I'm pretty sure I was too petrified to speak.

My dad says this has been going on since 11 last night. And at some point he heard the police say, "Come out with your hands up!"

What the fuck is going on around here?

UPDATE - 10:20 AM

About 40 minutes ago an armoured car parked in the driveway across the street and about five houses down. They were talking to this guy through a megaphone and told him to call 911 if he wanted to resolve this peacefully. They kept at it for 15 or so minutes and finally left. And now there's dead silence.

Ho.. ly.. crap.

UPDATE - 11:00 AM - PICTURES!

Almost immediately after that last update, they came back. Gotta love having a camera phone.

Pics )

And now it's back to silence.
My three weeks of classroom training are over. Yay! Next week starts "nesting", which is when we buddy up with someone and one of us is on the phones for four hours while the other observes and then after lunch we switch. He partnered me up with Rebecca, thank Og.

Now I have a question for you guys out there who know a lot about cars. Last week, my car wouldn't start at lunch - I mean, it would only turn my radio and air conditioner on and my gas needle.. thing.. would jump up, but my car wouldn't start. It wouldn't turn over either. Benji got it working somehow.. and.. it happened again the following day so I decided to take it in. They told me my alternator was shot and that I needed a new battery (and then some other stuff they recommended). $400 later.. I thought my car was fixed. That is until two days after getting "repaired", I got stranded in a parking lot because my car refused to start. My mom's boyfriend came to look at it and he got it started, but it made this awful sound.. almost like when you hold the key in the ignition too long and it screeches, but worse. I took it back to the mechanic and left it there and called them first thing in the morning. They looked at it again and this time determined the problem was the starter. So they replaced that. My dad went to pick it up for me because I wouldn't be back from work before they closed and they charged him $300. I guess my question is, is it really possible that both the alternator and starter needed to be replaced? Or did they fix the wrong thing the first time because they couldn't find the problem? Because, when I took it in the first time, it was working fine for them - it wasn't until the second time that they couldn't get it started. I don't know anything about cars.. I just have a feeling something's not quite right. And I don't want to go back in and bitch if I don't have any grounds to back it up. If both things needed to be replaced, then fine, buuuut.. I just want to be sure.

Other than that.. not much has been going on.

Oh! I FINALLY got my pictures from CUSA developed, so I'll post some soon. Um yeah, that roll of film was so old.. I had a picture of Ann vacuuming up pine needs from a Christmas tree at her oooold apartment on High Street. Hahaha.

Whatevs, I'm out.
Rant 1: EAA

Rest assure that I'm going to get into an even bigger rant about the wonderful EAA, but for now I'll keep it minimal. WHY ON EARTH IS THE SOUTH PARK AVE. EXIT BLOCKED OFF?? WHY???? That's like, right where the fucking tourists need to get off. You might be saying, "Well Jess, they don't want all that traffic there." To which I'll reply, THE NEXT EXIT IS 9TH AVE. The 9th Ave exit and ALL the intersections around there are BUSIER THAN SOUTH PARK COULD EVER BE. WHY IS ALL THIS TRAFFIC BEING DIRECTED TO AN EVEN BUSIER PART OF TOWN?? At 6:30 at night!! All I want to do is come home and relax - not spend 20 minutes dealing with stupid fuckers who don't know what GREEN ARROWS and TURN ONLY lanes are. askldfjklasjdfkljkl;ashjg.

Rant 2: Lame AIM

My Buddy List has 179 people. I'd say about 10 of them aren't lame. Seriously. The other night, well over half of my Lame List was watching Laguna Beach, as mentioned before. And now, I'm going through reading profiles and whatnot and I'd say about half (probably the same people) have that "when you dream, dream big" song quoted. Don't they realize that by latching on to a song like that it instantly becomes lame? Sure, it may be an awesome song.. inspirational.. whatever.. but when it gets overused like that it quickly becomes the "overplayed song I never want to hear EVER AGAIN."

Now, I admit, I don't KNOW all of the people on my buddy list. About 30 are in a section called "stalkers" because they clicked an AIM Spy at one time and I got their screen name and I have no CLUE who they are. Another 50 I know or at least know OF, but I can't say I've ever actually had an intense AIM conversation with them. So I guess they can be excused from lameness.. they can't help it. But what the hell is the deal with the other 100 people?

Conclusion: I need to do some serious cleaning of my buddy list.
Another Conclusion: You're all pretty awesome on here, so maybe you should add me and shoot me a line so I an add you back. Then we'll become super close friends and you'll be helping purify my list.

Add: crazeedoll
I never do these because, well, I think they're pointless. But this one made me laugh, especially because it seems like a real conversations my friends and I would have (probably drunk).

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Thursday night, 3 AM:

I'm awaken by someone pounding on Benji's door. He barely wakes up, and I assume it's one of his roommates coming back from the bars drunk. I hear Sheskey talking loudly and then I hear a girl. Maybe him and Andrea are fighting?

The pounding comes again and this time we hear Sheskey say, "Benji, get up!" He opens his door a crack and is greeted by some girl (taller and larger than himself) who is trying to push her way in, yelling "Where is Theresa?!?" Of course, I'm immediately all like, "Who the fuck is that?" and the girl yells back "Theresa!? Is that you?" Benji says, "No, that's my girlfriend, Jess." and shuts the door.

We hear a little more arguing between Sheskey and the mystery girl.. and then pounding on Benny's door. Then, silence. Benji and I head out to the living room where Sheskey, Benny and Ashley are standing, staring at the front door.

Apparently.. some girl broke into their apartment. She went straight to Sheskey's room. At first, he didn't think anything of it - he thought it was me and that I had accidentally gone into the wrong room. That is until the girl sat on the bed, and it sank. He said, "Wow Jess, did you put on some weight?" I guess the girl barked back, "Who's Jess?" and that woke Sheskey right up. He told the girl to get out of their apartment, but she refused to leave, that's when he called on Benji and Benny as reinforcements.

When the cops showed up, we all huddled next to the window to get in on the OPD action. The girl, who called herself Becky, kept yelling that she wasn't drunk and that she was just looking for her friends. The officers asked for a friend's name so they could take her there, but ended up with nothing. After a little more arguing, the girl said, "I don't understand why you're here harassing me.. there are people getting killed in Milwaukee and you're here with me. Do I look like a murderer or a rapist? No. So why don't you go do your job?" A few minutes later she said, "This is my car right here.. and I'm going to get in and drive home." The officer responded, "Good. Then I can pull you over and take you to jail." The girl kept trying to get her key in the lock but one major problem stood in her way - it wasn't her car! It was Benji's neighbors car. Finally, the police cuffed her and put her in the cop car.

They came back up to talk to us.. saying she wanted to come back in and the only way they could take her to jail and hold her for the night would be for one of the guys to press trespassing charges (and then drop them in the morning if they wanted). Sheskey agreed. The cop thanked him and explained that they had gotten two previous calls about the same girl.. I guess at the bars she kept trying to get into people's cars and when the owners of the cars drove off she screamed that someone had just stolen her car.

Wow. Just.. wow.
I need a new LJ account.


Any user name suggestions?
Wooho!

They posted my letter at sothere.com today.
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Mike & I.. whatever we had.. is officially over.
I had this customer tonight who was such a complete bitch to me I just wanted to reach through the phone and strangle her. She was maliciously sarcastic and degrading to me. And it pissed me off.

Basically, she ordered a sweatshirt from the NFL shop at a Footlocker store. She ordered the 49er's and we sent her the Ravens or something. So, she returned it, and when we received it, we sent her out a refund check. Here was our conversation:

me: we sent you out a refund check on the 12th
bitch: well, I didn't ask for a refund check, now did I?
me: I don't know what you asked for..
bitch: I asked for the right fucking sweatshirt!
m: did you write that on the back of your invoice?
b: NO! I called in and spoke to one of your wonderful representatives.. SHE told me all I had to do was send it back and she would leave a note
m: there's a note that you'll be sending it back.. but you need to tell us what you want us to do once we get it.
b: you just said there was a note!
m: the returns department doesn't look in every account, you're supposed to write it on the invoice. But anyway...
b: well I need it by Christmas! You better fucking have it here by Christmas!
m: OK, that's not a problem. Since it was our fault, I can ship you out a new one with free next day air.. but you'll have to pay for it again.
b: I already did. Cash.
m: right. But we're sending that amount back to you in a refund check.. so we need payment for the new one.
b: you have it. It's in the mail. Maybe you should go get it.
m: we're going to need new payment. If you want to pay cash again, I suggest you go back to the store and have them call us.. we can still do the overnight..'
b: I'm NOT driving back to the store! This is YOUR fault! YOU fix it!!
m: I'm trying! What do you want me to say?
b: I want this now. You better find a way to get it to me.

You get the idea. Finally, I told her she could just talk to my supervisor.

m: OK, hold on and I'll transfer you.
b: make it quick.

I almost hung up. Almost. What a bitch. I was being SO nice because I knew HOW to fix it.

Sorry for all the customer posts.. but they're my life during this wonderful holiday season.
Worked sucked tonight. We were so busy. One of the first calls I took was this insane man. Some girl transferred him to me because he was bitching about not getting a refund for his $41.97 shipping fee. He said he returned the shirts because he "didn't like them" and I told him we wouldn't refund the shipping unless they were defective. He said, "They were defective, I didn't like them." Uh, yeah. After 10 minutes of arguing he said, "This is bullshit, this fucking sucks." I warned him that if he kept swearing I'd hang up. He said, "FUCK YOU BITCH! You've been lying to me the whole time! You never transferred me - you're the same girl! FUCK YOU!!". Aaaaaand then I hung up.

After work I went to Perkins with Ann.. our Monday night ritual. We found out Jason, the guy who always smiled at us.. the guy who knew what we wanted to drink each time, had been fired. *tear* He was there.. just chillin'.. and he told us the bad news. And after that, he refilled our drinks.. for old times :)

...

...yeah. I was going to write more. But, eh. I think I'll just go to bed since I have to be to work in 6 hours.
WhoRide2000: hey, lets date again
crazee doll: lol
crazee doll: what??
WhoRide2000: can't you read?
crazee doll: whoa.. where did THAT come from?
WhoRide2000: the heart
WhoRide2000: :-)
WhoRide2000: you're hot
WhoRide2000: i'm hot
crazee doll: lol
crazee doll: you're.. funny
WhoRide2000: what?
WhoRide2000: don't you think i'm serious
crazee doll: no.. i don't think you are
crazee doll: do you even remember me??

I swear.. I haven't talked to this kid in over a year. And half of you reading this never even knew that I dated him.

I remember one of the last times we talked...

I was at a party at Mike (not meex) and Jeff's one night and he kept calling me. He had issues. Finally, one time Dan answered the phone and in the middle of a sentence he said "Jess! Put your underwear back on! We'll have sex in a minute!" and I responded "OK! OK!"

Needless to say, that pissed him off and we broke up soon after. Good times.
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