The Blogtastic Blogfest That Is Getmeoutofthis.net!

Hi! Welcome to another edition of that thing that the title says.

UPS is really pissing me off lately. They used to be bringers of joy, but now they are only bringers of rage. I’ve been trying to get my copy of Rhythm Heaven Fever since it came out, but no, they can’t deliver it. They won’t just leave the box at my door. They left me notes saying the seller requested this, so I wasted a lot of time with Amazon trying to get them to not do that any more. Just turns out that UPS was flat-out lying to me, and this is just something the driver decided. So I went to UPS to complain, and they kept trying to force me to sign up for this bullshit service and gave me 0 explanation as to why they were lying to me. I even tried filing a formal complaint, and was told I could not be helped without a tracking number, which showed nobody even SKIMMED my e-mail. Now I’m writing this as I wait at home for this box, because if I leave to do errands then they’ll go back to holding it hostage, and I can only pick it up from the center in Scott City between 4 and 6 PM, not before or after or a moment too late, and ugh. Fuck you, UPS.

The other day, I was talking with Cara, and she was going to swing by before work just to hang out and shit. Then she had a legit emergency: the power cable on her Macbook died, which she needed to do homework and work. She didn’t come over because of that, as she had to quickly figure out how to get a new one. Again, perfectly understandable. I wasn’t mad at her. But I did kind of nearly burst into tears, barely holding myself back, because I had to keep being alone in my house. Fuck, am I lonely recently. I’ve taken steps to stop this (I went out of my way to eat dinner with my parents, and made some other plans) but fuck.

Apparently Sega has all but said they’re going to be selling me another copy of Jet Grind Radio at whatever price they want to name. So. I’m a bit excited about that.

Well, the word has come down at work. Ad Set will be no more by August. My job of like 7 goddamn years will soon be gone. That’s… kind of sad, but also kind of a relief. Eventually, I was going to have to leave that place, and it would have been really hard to leave everyone there. Now I’m being forced to, and everyone will understand. That makes it easier. Still, it sucks. These people are my good friends. I have seen them so often. They have been so understanding. They’re my team. MY team. Bleh.
Still, we’ve all just decided to stop giving a fuck, and man, are we having fun. I mean, okay, we’re still getting our job done, sure. We’re not total assholes. But well, I mean, like last night, we talked on the radio basically all night, instead of leaving it for “important communication,” and just cracked off-color jokes and generally had a fantastic, fun time. If there was any doubt I didn’t love all those people I work with, it was very clearly cleared from my mind. They’re why I stayed at Kohl’s so long. They’re why I would have gladly kept staying, if I wasn’t basically being fired without being fired.
Oh well. We’ll make it. But it sucks.