I started watching the second season of Dead Like Me last night. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy that show and missed the characters. Too bad Showtime canned it, but at least I get to see one more season.

Last night I dreamed I was a girl who could see dead people. I was usually being tormented from the puppet from Saw, though. He'd choke me out all the time. He terrorized me to no end, and nobody else could see him but me.

Of all the crappy horror movies to have a nightmarish dream about! God, I hate that movie. The first 3/4 of it are fine, but after that....holy bajeesus is that a big ball of suck.

I've been reading some customer service horror stories today. Just got finished with this gem:

We had little toy cell phones that we sold as prizes in the ticket redemption area 400 points for this cool little cell phone. pushing the numbers made little phone like beeps pushing send would sound like it was ringing someones phone waiting for them to answer. We paid like $4 each for these things. Customer gets one and is demanding we give him the number so people can call him on his new phone.

Me: Sir its just a toy, its not a real phone
JFIFC: but listen, it beeps like a real one, and listen, its ringing
Me:
JFIFC: Do you have to sell me a plan or something?
Me: Sir its a toy, we bought 500 of them from Rhode Island Novelty.
JFIFC: Why won't you tell me the number?
Me: Because its a toy sir, it really does not work.
JFIFC: but [pause] whats the phone number of the park so I can call and see
Me: XXX-1234
JFIFC: Really
Me: [picks up park brochure and points out phone #]
JFIFC: punches # into phone
JFIFC: Why don't you guys answer the phone?
Me: because its not a real phone.
JFIFC: well it probably rings in an office where nobody can hear it.
Me: Try mine
JFIFC: [dials same # on my phone] promptly answered by night shift cashier supervisor.
JFIFC: [looks puzzled and walks away.]
JFIFC: [to gf/spose] I don't know why they wont turn on your phone, we can go to a phone place tomorrow and they will turn it on

I would have sold one of my children to be able to be in that store when they came in. I bet the staff there would be in tears laughing at this dork before it was over.

Man.

You know, I wonder. When I was a kid, my brain (obviously) was not yet fully developed. I was able to interact with others and go to school and get my basic tasks done just like everybody else, yet in a way I wasn't really "awake." Not really sentient to the fullest extent. Having Obstructive Sleep Apnea didn't help any. Yet hell, I didn't know any better. It never occurred to me that I wasn't with it. I wonder how many adults are essentially sleepwalking through life, never really waking up out of that childhood haze and into the world of sentient adulthood where they're aware of their surroundings and can actually have a thought or two once in a while. I wonder.

Hollywood lies? Say it ain't so!

All my crap is with me in NJ now, with the exception of the handful of stuff I forgot to get. Unfortunately that includes about half my mp3s since they were in Meli's room and I didn't think to look in there to see if there was anything for me to take. D'oh!

UHaul once again screwed me on the rental truck. This is the second time I've moved and UHaul has not honored my reservation. I'm done with them. I had to go to Budget at the last minute and they had a truck available. They were swamped with people who had been screwed by UHaul. UHaul was 300 trucks short in the Richmond area! Argh.

I had to listen to the radio for five hours on the trip up. At least I heard of a band that might be tolerable - Asylum Street Spankers. I wasn't that thrilled by the clips they played, but I'll give any jazz/blues/swing band that does Black Flag covers a chance.

Punky and Mieze are so not getting along. That'll pass, I'm sure. Mieze's five times her size, but she's also declawed. I call stalemate.