My mom gave me $500 to buy a camera!

It all started when some guy with too much chest hair and too little grasp of the english language made me spell out every detail for him while he used his half-paced, one finger typing technique to enter my information into the computer. I caught very little of what he said, but understood that it was going to cost $30 to do the 5 minute test that would determine how much more money this adventure would cost. I was ok with that. After finding out exactly what the deal was I told them to go ahead.

When I returned to pick up my car the cash register would not accept my credit card because "sometimes it's like that". Due to account restrictions, I would need to get money off of both of my debit cards to cover this one, so it was off the closest bank machine. Three transactions and $5 later I had the money I need and went back to CT. As the girl counted my money I noticed that it cost $13 to have my battery "installed". These people are pirates. The final blow to the testicles came when she said "Have a great day" and handed me $6.60 in Canadian Tire money. Stellar. I'll try not to blow it all at once.

In the end, I think my main beef is the fact that I saw the invoice for the job I had done on thursday and friday of last week. The only thing my company did was send the bill. I dealt with the client, I did the work, and they made $450. The "real world" sucks balls thus far.

Redemption

I went to 3 record stores. No dice. The closest I came to finding it was at Music Trader in Osbourne Village. The guy asked me if it was out yet, then said, "Oh, he was supposed to drop those off yesterday...but he didn't. We might have it tommorow". Damnit!

Sorry for being such a whiny bitch