Cancela Travel

As for me: Ireland.

Mystical and rain-soaked, you remain mysterious to many people, and this makes you intriguing. You also like a good night at the pub, though many are just as worried that you will blow up the pub as drink your beverage of choice. You're good with words, remarkably lucky, and know and enjoy at least fifteen ways of eating a potato. You really don't like snakes.

That's a better fit than Alice's seems to have been. "Mystical and rain-soaked," hmm. The bit about liking a night at the pub is correct.

Apparently, I am Pakistan.

You used to ask people what they thought about things, but quite recently you've decided to just do stuff without asking nicely. You really want to go to the mountains, but for some reason, people won't let you, mostly because they won't let acquire any nice sweaters. In the meantime, you're avoiding alcohol and pork and trying to balance eating right with not falling behind in your competition with your next-door neighbor.

This is totally not true because all i do is drink alcohol and eat pork. In fact, in the past week I have consumed at least seven different varieties of pork products.

Take the Country Quiz.

(Prompted by Open & Notorious)

and yesterday was the day i took a seven hour lunch.

my friend had the day off (she works for the state, which has a zillion holidays. yesterday was apparently bunker hill day), so we decided to go out to lunch. we ended up at the restaurant for four hours, and at my place for 3 more. we both got sunburns (the day was so beautiful!) and consumed plenty of lunch in liquid form.

now i'm working again.

sigh.

we are "stylish and irreverent."

note to self, garrett says nice things when you call him sexxxy. (funny, nobody else made a public acknowledgement about being sexxxy.)

UPDATE: Kevin has humored me.

notice how i avoided the use of a split infinitive by saying "to piss me off royally" instead of "to royally piss me off"?

that is freaking scary.

I am rarely ticked off by a company's antics, because I rarely encounter truly horrid service. microcenter, however, has managed to piss me off royally. So I will use whatever online market share I have to spread the word on their crappy customer service.

A couple of weeks ago, microcenter had this fab 20% off deal on all their digital cameras. me, desirous of a new toy and an outlet for the oodles of cash i've been bringing in, decided to buy a new camera. my old digital camera is circa 1998 and has been basically a piece of crap since i took it sailing and it got condensation under the lcd. so i needed a new one, really. i placed the order online, selecting pickup at the local microcenter (it's across from the trader joe's on mem drive). two days later, i received notice that the order had been cancelled, with the cheery "suggestion" that i place the order again online. i just as cheerily suggested they place a new order for me with the original price that i expected. they actually did this, so, although i was ticked that they couldn't cover their butts with inventory (when they very well should have expected a huge response to such a big sale), i was okay with it. i was still getting my camera at the promised price.

now, i've returned home, and they have yet again cancelled my order.

except this time they won't give me the price i originally ordered at. (mind you, this was close to $100 off, allowing me to get the camera i wanted at a price i could actually afford. you may well remember i don't actually have oodles of cash).

i am seriously, royally pissed. they didn't even try to make it up to me. the customer supervisor rep just started blathering about digicam company kickbacks and how they couldn't get an extension. i told him i didn't want to hear it and hung up.

usually the maxim is one displeased customer will tell ten or so of her friends. the angry wrathful customer with a popular blog will tell thousands. and put "microcenter sucks" in the nifty keyword entry box.

okay, i'm back. my time away was wonderful, really. i went to the drive-in movie theater on the cape, visited the cape cod potato chip factory (not one, but two free samples per person after the tour), and climbed the large (appropriately?) phallic monument in the middle of provincetown.

now that i've returned, every single phone call i've made has gone unanswered. it's quite disconcerting. i can't even reach my father or my grandfather to wish them a happy father's day. i'm starting to wonder if i'm really actually here.