Discussions with Blondie: Part Two

Warning: Anticlimactic post coming up.

Yesterday's post documented exactly the type of crap I dealt with at my slummy apartment the entire time I was there. Pretty sure my blood pressure rose about a thousand points while I was talking to that idiot. (Is blood pressure measured in points? No idea.)

Today my phone rings, and its a number I don't know. I don't answer numbers I don't know, because most of the time its Holyoke Dental telling me my appointment is scheduled for tomorrow when I haven't gotten my teeth cleaned there in 2 years, nor have I ever rescheduled any appointments. (And they were awful. If you live anywhere near Springfield, MA - avoid Holyoke Dental like the plague. They're the official dentist of the Springfield Falcons - probably a good thing those boys are already missing a lot of teeth, because those people are not on top of their game.)

Whoa. Tangent. Overtired and it's only Tuesday.

Anyway Blondie left me a message saying that she reduced my cleaning fee to $50 and that I should be expecting a refund for $3.

Lawd have mercy, how generous of you!

At this point, I'm cutting my losses and calling it a draw. And I'm going to take my $3 refund right over to TCBY and reward myself for never having to talk to her again.

Discussions with Blondie, Part One

I am not sure how many parts this will be, but if this conversation is any indication on how my week is going to be - this should be FUN.

I'm expecting around $50 back from my old slummy apartment complex, for the remainder of my deposit - they charged me for the 3 days I was there this month.  When I moved into this place, it was absolutely disgusting. Dead and alive cockroaches lined the walls, all through the kitchen cabinets, coming out of the dishwasher drain - you name it, there were bugs in it. They had vacuumed the center of each room, but that's about it. (I had also been told I was going to get new carpeting & appliances - neither of those happened either.)

Anyway. Saturday I got a freakin' BILL from them for a $100 cleaning fee! I opened that envelope and my adrenaline was instantly rushing. I was livid. 

I called this morning, and the conversation went a little like this:

Blondie: What can I do for you?

Me: Yeah, I got this bill from you for $100? I'd like to know what this phantom cleaning charge is for, because you are out of your tree if you think I am paying this.

B: Well the main thing is that it wasn't vacuumed --

Me: Wait wait wait. You are going to charge me A HUNDRED DOLLARS because it wasn't VACUUMED?! When I moved into that apartment, it was atrocious. Bugs everywhere, dead and alive, the center of each carpet had been vacuumed but the edges were clearly skipped. The kitchen was disgusting. Whoever moves in after me is going to be LUCKY that I lived there before them, because I got rid of all the bugs.

B: Oh now that you mention it, I do seem to remember something about that. Well I was going off of the move-in and move-out pictures.

Me: Oh, you mean the 4 pictures ______ took when she did my move-in? She took pictures of 3 stains on the carpet and scuff marks on the laminate in the kitchen. You can ask her how disgusting the place was, she saw the bugs.

B: Well its a legitimate charge.

Me: If we're going to go down that road, I am going to send you guys a bill for the $90 that it cost me to board my dog for the day and get all of my clothing/bedding laundered when I had to request my apartment be bombed for bed bugs.

B: That has nothing to do with this.

Me: Well I am not paying this bill, and you will be sending me the remainder of my deposit.

B: I'll speak to who I need to speak with and call you back.

Needless to say, I will be calling her every single day until I receive a check. Don't mess with me, because I will tell you where to go and how to get there.

I forgot to put up a Quote of the Day yesterday:

[I was having issues with my TV/DVD player - it would only play in black & white. Not great when Alexis and I want to watch Hocus Pocus! (Yes, in March.) So I called the customer service line for my TV, and the Southern guy I talked to was a little weird.]

"As a _____ customer service rep, I want to thank you for trusting us with your TV needs and tell you to have a nice day. And as a person, I want to tell you to have a nice life."

......thanks?

Birchbox, books, and bitches.

Fair warning: this post is all over the place, so sit back and enjoy!

Have all y'all heard of Birchbox? I got my first one today thanks to my ultimate BFF Katrina. Basically its a monthly shipment of deluxe beauty samples for $10 per month! Definitely worth it - the full sizes of these items would cost you close to $200. Plus, once you're done with the trial size, you're pretty much over your love for the product. (Except for OPI's Rainbow Connection. I want to bathe in that nail polish.)

This box contains:

• Jouer moisturizing lip gloss in Birchbox Pink (I'm not normally a colored gloss girl, but I like how this looks on)
• Juicy Couture's signature fragrance Juicy Couture (how creative - smells wonderful though!)
• VMV Hypoallergenics Re-Everything: Eye Serum (anti-aging eye serum that revives your under-eye area. I don't have under-eye problems but I'll try it)
• Zoya nail polish in Kristen (a bluish gray - the hot new color right now)
• and random, a mini Larabar and a hot pink magnet.

Plus? All of that comes in a hot pink box so you know when your Birchbox is here! Katrina had it sent to her house and then sent it to me in a giant box - filled with books that she borrowed -  plus a cute little satin bag with some hand sanitizer and nail files. Everyone at work gets so jealous of my deliveries - last week Kate sent me a box of random goodies, including a big bag of haystacks. (What are haystacks, you ask? Chow mein noodles, peanut butter, butterscotch and peanuts - HOLY DELICIOUS.)

Speaking of those books, they are all books I've read, so I'd like to pass them on to one of you. But the deal is, after you read them, you have to pass them on to someone else. I do NOT want them back - moving books is such a pain in the ass, and while these books are all great, I won't read them again.

All you have to do is comment on this post. Sunday morning I will choose a commenter at random! Easy, right?

This bundle includes:

Jodi Picoult - Handle with Care, The Pact, and Nineteen Minutes

Julie Klam - Please Excuse My Daughter

James Patterson - Sundays at Tiffany's

Martha O'Conner - The Bitch Posse

Stacey Ballis - Good Enough to Eat

So remember yesterday's post about the bitch at work? Today I'm sitting at my desk getting some stuff done - Fridays are always "random errand bullshit" day, so I never know what I'm going to be doing. This woman comes up to me, slaps an unbound book on the desk and says "I need you to go to Staples and get this copied and bound, this copy rebound, and have it all scanned in three separate documents onto a flash drive in PDF form." I'm sorry, do you hear a buzzing? I could've sworn I heard an annoying buzz in my ear. First off, wench, ever think of asking if I have time to do this? I may be the Staples Girl in the office, but you do not tell me to go do something. Secondly, I may be a personal assistant, but I am not your personal assistant. Later in the day I needed her to do something for me, and it literally took her an hour and half to get back to me. So next time I'm told to go do something, I'm going to say, "I will do the best I can with the time that I have." (Thank you, Maria, for teaching me that response.)

I came across this picture yesterday while perusing... big surprise... Pinterest. Admit it. You laughed. (My cousins are redheads, and we call them The Gingers. It's a Loving Term.)

And to wrap things up, today's Quote of the Day goes to my good friend Noora:

So I heard these two girls talking in the gym locker room. Just before one steps on the scale she's saying how she's gonna be so so heavy - she weighed 103 freaking pounds! You bitch, I'm sweating my ass off for an hour trying to burn the ice cream I ate last year so shut up!!

hahaha, seriously. If you weigh 103 pounds I can almost guarantee you've never been heavy in your life. Alexis and I are joining a gym tomorrow - no more excuses. Bikini season will be here before you know it!