hollybrooke: (Girly bunny)
I would cross-post this over to [livejournal.com profile] customers_suck, but I don't think this is really suitable for over there, because what I have to rant about could possibly considered wanking.

I didn't really have any problem customers tonight, but the one that sticks out in my mind is the one who had a problem with us being open on Sunday. The customer comes to the service desk, and she asks who owns our company. I guess she had a right mind to complain to the owners (or whoever she had to lodge her complaint to) because we are open on Easter Sunday. She claimed, "I just don't get it, aren't your owners Christians? Because Easter is the most sacred of the holidays!"

I understand where this customer is coming from, especially given that St. John is a quite a religious community. (Nearly all of the kids in town attend the St. John the Evangelist school, for crying out loud.) And up until last year, I guess all of the SVT stores were closed on Easter Sunday. Last year was the first year they stopped doing that. (At least we close early.)

Reasons to be open on Easter Sunday?:

A) You can't automatically assume that everyone in this town is a Christian. I'm fairly certain there are a few Jewish families in town, and there may very well be some agnostics and atheists as well.

B) I'm sure we would get more complaints if we weren't open because customers need last-minute stuff to either take to a family gathering, or you ran out of butter/gravy/mashed potatoes/rolls/pop/etc.

C) The sad fact of the matter is that the way retail business/the economy looks right now, we can't afford to be closed on Easter Sunday.


So this customer can send an email to J. Str*ck if she so chooses to complain about our stores being open on Easter Sunday; I don't think there's much he'll do about it.

What's she going to do next? Cross the street to Blockbuster and bitch to them about why they're open on Easter Sunday?
hollybrooke: (misfits DO NOT WANT)
(This was cross-posted to [livejournal.com profile] bad_service as of yesterday. It's still bothering me today, because I'll have to take action on it and deal with the people at Discover about it.)

This irritated me greatly today on two levels.

Two weeks ago, I helped my mother place an order online with Bud K. (We were ordering something for Hunter.). Yesterday, she was wondering how come it hadn't shown up. Read more... )

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Onto the other thing that upset me yesterday...and it's upsetting the whole family, too. Yesterday, Mom got a call from Dad's cousin Janice, who lives down in Alabama not far from Grandma Cozie. Read more... )
hollybrooke: (Default)
Another acne attack, on my right cheek today. It looks like a cluster of tiny pimples and bigger zits. What's weird is that they're in this odd curved-pattern.

I can't afford to go a dermatologist for this, and my insurance won't cover a trip to see one either. But I've tried every treatment known to man, short of actually resorting to Accutane (and I'm really sketchy about Accutane; I've done my research). It's driving me insane, and it makes my self-esteem go down and I don't feel presentable at all. I'm about ready to turn into a recluse and start sporting one of these babies:



So I ask you.....

[Poll #1331628]
hollybrooke: (Evil Homer animated!)
Okay, now I fully understand why we have these "focus statements of the month" at SVT.

Take into consideration this post I posted over at [livejournal.com profile] bad_service regarding management at Dairy Queen and not accepting a coupon.

What kills me is that I got some comments that act like, "You don't deserve an apology, the manager shouldn't have to apologize to you." To this, I keep thinking, "....Are YOU a member of management, and is this honestly how YOU handle your customers? And if this is the case, then you deserve to lose business."

The way Milijana explained it (or whoever typed up the monthly service statement....Shelli? I'm betting Milijana) is that a simple apology is just good manners and good service. You're acknowledging that the customer is upset, you're sympathizing/empathizing with the customer, and you sincerely want to help the customer if they can't find a product or if they got overcharged or if something went bad/stale/ruined, etc., etc. Besides...it makes us look good. (And by that, I mean our level of customer service goes up, which means more business.)

I swear, I don't like going to the Dairy Queen in town because of the woman in charge there. I'd rather take my business to the one in Cedar Lake, even if it means spending a little more in gas and dealing with 133rd being torn up/redone (for the time being...the snarky comments on the Subway marquee crack me up, "Which will come first: $5/gallon gas, or 133rd finished?")

But no....the rude people in my post? I don't get how some people can be so mean sometimes.
hollybrooke: (dante hicks is the biggest idiot ever)
"'Forensics'. S-U-C-K M-Y A-S-S, 'Forensics.'"

Spelling "truely atrosious," says academic
By Luke Baker Thu Aug 7, 11:29 AM ET

LONDON (Reuters) - Embaressed by yor spelling? Never you mind.

Fed up with his students' complete inability to spell common English correctly, a British academic has suggested it may be time to accept "variant spellings" as legitimate.

Rather than grammarians getting in a huff about "argument" being spelled "arguement" or "opportunity" as "opertunity," why not accept anything that's phonetically (fonetickly anyone?) correct as long as it can be understood?

"Instead of complaining about the state of the education system as we correct the same mistakes year after year, I've got a better idea," Ken Smith, a criminology lecturer at Bucks New University, wrote in the Times Higher Education Supplement.

"University teachers should simply accept as variant spelling those words our students most commonly misspell."

To kickstart his proposal, Smith suggested 10 common misspellings that should immediately be accepted into the pantheon of variants, including "ignor," "occured," "thier," "truely," "speach" and "twelth" (it should be "twelfth").

Then of course there are words like "misspelt" (often spelled "mispelt"), not to mention "varient," a commonly used variant of "variant."

And that doesn't even begin to delve into all the problems English people have with words that use the letters "i" and "e" together, like weird, seize, leisure, foreign and neighbor.

The rhyme "i before e except after c" may be on the lips of every schoolchild in Britain, but that doesn't mean they remember the rule by the time they get to university.

Of course, such proposals have been made in the past. The advent of text messaging turned many students into spelling neanderthals as phrases such as "wot r u doin 2nite?" became socially, if not academically, acceptable.

Despite Smith's suggestion, language mavens are unconvinced. John Simpson, the chief editor of the Oxford English Dictionary, says rules are rules and they are there for good reason.

"There are enormous advantages in having a coherent system of spelling," he told the Times newspaper.

"It makes it easier to communicate. Maybe during a learning phase there is some scope for error, but I would hope that by the time people get to university they have learnt to spell."

Yet even some of Britain's greatest wordsmiths have acknowledged it's a language with irritating quirkiness.

Playwright George Bernard Shaw was fond of pointing out that the word "ghoti" could just as well be pronounced "fish" if you followed common pronunciation: 'gh' as in "tough," 'o' as in "women" and 'ti' as in "nation."

And he was a playright.

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I hate this. There are so many reasons why this outrages me, I can't even think about it. It just makes me think that teachers don't even want to teach their students how to spell properly anymore. It also makes me think that colleges--who should be holding high academic standards--just don't care. And I blame text messaging and Internet speak for how lousy our spelling and communications standards have gotten in the last ten years.
hollybrooke: (gwen's spin cover)
When people try to talk over you when you're on the phone.

My mother is notorious for this. I just got a call from Justice (she got a new cell phone; she called me up to update me on the change), and she and I are gabbing away about random stuff. And here's Mom in the other room, hanging on every word we say and yelling about what I'm telling Justice, like Mom thinks she's on a speakerphone or something.

Can't she just keep her damn mouth shut and let me have a phone call in peace?!

I'm about ready to take Justice up on her offer and move down to Bloomington and room with her again.
hollybrooke: (mcdreamy facepalm)
Well, last night Mom told me someone named Jessica called me a couple of days ago.

I asked, "Jessica who?" The only Jessica I know is Jessica who I used to work with at Blockbuster. But I don't know of any reason she'd be calling me about anything.

Then I started thinking of who it could've been.

That could've been someone from the bank. In that case, I had news for them: fuck off, my account is in order, it's been in order for the last two weeks.

That could've been someone from Ford Credit. In THAT case, I would've let them have it. I got my payment off and taken care of. There should be no reason why they would be hassling me anymore.

That could've been someone from Purdue Calumet about my admissions.

That could've been someone regarding A NEW JOB. Which I have been putting in applications and resumés left and right for. Mom knows how hard I've been searching and working to get a new job.

Mom didn't take a message for me or get a phone number.

GODDAMMIT, what the hell is her problem?! She knows how hard I've been working on looking for a new job! She knows I've been bitching and complaining about it since Patti got transferred! She knows how I've been talking about transferring to Purdue Cal to pick up some classes I need or hell, just to START OVER. Is it possible that the MS has messed around with her head to the point where she just lacks common sense?!

I'm just going to start giving out my cell phone number instead of my home number. God knows if anyone calls this number, they won't get very far.
hollybrooke: (nice going randy)
Bo peed in my bed this morning, dammit.

It's maybe 6:30, and he jumps in bed with me with a little chewy flip-toy, and he's going to town on it. I will mention I took him out to pee at around 5 AM when he woke me up. (He doesn't bark to wake me up; he just comes in my room, jumps on the bed and nudges me with that cold nose.) Mom took him out to pee maybe an hour later. I'm just laying there, cuddling with him and letting him chew his thing. He jumps off the bed, and I roll over...and he FRICKIN' PEED. No warning or anything, and it wasn't a little tinkle. He full-ut peed.

Yeah, I'm pissed. (So to speak.) I had to wash my comforter and sheets, I had to deodorize my mattress, and now the comforter and sheets are drying.

But I can't stay mad at him for too long. I love the little shithead.
hollybrooke: (elle studying)
I stayed up all night last night working on my midterm paper for my Shakespeare class. I got done with it around 1 PM today. This is what happens when I:
A) work too many hours at work, and
B) put it off until the last possible moment

And I better get a decent grade on this motherfucker.

I also have a response paper due tomorrow for my Victorian Lit class, and I have a test to study for and a research paper due for my Ethics class. Oh yeah, did I mention that Scott put me on a 9 to 5 shift tomorrow?!

I got pretty ticked off yesterday at work. (What else is new? Follow the el-jay "Holly Hates Work! cut:)
Read more... )
hollybrooke: (bitch please)
I swear, there's some force in the world that just doesn't want me to print out my Ethics homework. I had problems out the ass on the computer at home (not surprised there), and Microsoft Word won't work up here on campus for me. Well, not on the computer I'm on, anyway. Modern technology just hates me today, I guess. I at least emailed my homework to Prof. Sadler and explained what was wrong, which is better than nothing.

Anyhoo...Sunday morning, we lost power! Yeah! Around 7:30 in the morning, Mom and I heard this random "pop" and the house lost power. And it wasn't just us; all of our neighbors lost power, too. And to make matter worse, the retards at NIPSCO didn't come out to fix the problem till around 9:45 at night. I at least got to go to work to wash up (some), but that means that Mom and Hunter had no power, no running water...we have a fireplace, so we at least had heat. But for NIPSCO to dick around and get to fixing the problem 14 hours later was a bit much. How are you going to see what you're doing at night?! And in cold, icy weather, to boot? Oh...then I get a call last night at work from Hunter. Apparently, NIPSCO came back out to work more on the problem, and they'd be shutting off power to our road at 10 PM, so he warned me to take the back way home since the entrance to our street would be barred off. What a fucking inconvenience, lemme tell ya.

But man...we all had it out with Mom this morning. She had some doctor's appointment scheduled. This is a new doctor for her, and she just flat-out didn't want to go. Dad was getting pissed that Mom just wanted to weasel her way out of a doctor's appointment. Hunter and I were getting pissed at her for it, too. She claims that none of these doctors do jack shit to help her out, and it doesn't matter which one she goes to; no one will have a cure for multiple sclerosis, and she'll just get worse and die anyway. But it's irritating that she will be so damn stubborn about getting any help for it, so that when she does have another attack, it won't be so bad, or something that will help with the pain anyway. She was bitching that it was too early for her to go in for her appointment, and she was coming up with every excuse in the world not to go in: "We lost power last night, it's been stressful enough with no power," blah blah. I told her she was just pulling a Britney: help is being made available to her and she doesn't want it. She tried calling up and cancelling her appointment, but the receptionist told her if she did, there'd be a cancellation charge since there was less than 24 hours notice.

*heh* And since Mom's a cheap-ass, she got caught. So she had to go.

While she and Grandma went to that, Dad and I stayed around at home and ranted about what an unpleasant, stubborn bitch Mom is, and she doesn't believe it one bit. And Dad and I are both in agreement that for as crappy as she treats all of us, she is damn lucky Dad has not left her ass yet and that I haven't moved out of the house yet. She wants us to feel pity and sympathy for her, but she makes it so damn hard.





In other news, Hunter bleached his hair. It looks hella cool. Now I seriously want to give it a go. Dad is even willing to buy the bleaching kit.
hollybrooke: (ride me like a rodeo show)
Because everyone over at OhNoTheyDidn't is going nuts over the Britney Spears/Kevin Federline divorce, they're messing up LiveJournal and making the server go super-busy.

Yeah, thanks, Britney. Thanks a whole lot.

My opinion? Sheesh, who didn't see that one coming from ten miles away? I thought they'd stick together for a while like Whitney and Bobby did.
A--Kudos to Britney for getting rid of that loser.
B--Even though she helped create that monster.
C--I hope he gets what he can from that cash cow.
D--And I hope K-Fed pens a tell-all book about Britney and gets a fat load of cash from it. Because you just know people will eat that shit with whipped cream on top and ask for seconds.
E--I want a "Team K-Fed" shirt. NOW!!

Okay...onto how my day went. First of all, I went to vote. Whoopie-doo.

Then I went to go pick up "Guitar Hero 2" for Hunter from Best Buy. Best Buy was selling just the game without the guitar controller for $49.99 and you could get a free DVD of Wayne's World with it. I got up there at 10 AM (because I had a feeling it will sell out quickly). In the game department, all I saw are the package sets with the guitar controller. I asked one of the sales people on the floor where I could find the "Guitar Hero 2" games without the guitar. This lady told me that Sony wasn't planning on selling "Guitar Hero 2" without the guitar controller and that they didn't have any. I whipped out the salespaper from Sunday and showed her the advertisement that you could get either "Guitar Hero 2" with or without the guitar controller and get a free copy of Wayne's World with it. She repeated that they didn't have any and that Sony wasn't going to sell it like that. I got pretty angry with her, and I told her that if Sony wasn't planning on selling it like that, then why the hell was it advertised in the Sunday salespapers? I told her it was a bunch of bullshit and that this was a bunch of false advertising. THEN she started telling me to calm down and I read the ad wrong (I didn't--I know what I was reading, I'm not stupid), but I was on a roll. I took her name and went to customer service. At customer service, I explained to the girl working that if they weren't planning on selling the game without the guitar, then they shouldn't have advertised it, and that their employees over in the game department really need to be up on their shit. All the girl could do was apologize profusely and asked if there was anything they could do. I told her, "Well, you could sell me the version with the guitar for $49.99, which really isn't what I wanted seeing as how I already have the guitar and don't need the newer one." She said they couldn't do that. THEN I got MAD. I told them if they were going to deceive the customer and not give them the service they deserved, then they deserved to lose sales. And I made a scene! I was loud! I was obnoxious! I wanted other people to know so they wouldn't be tricked, either.

I then went to Toys 'R Us to try my luck there. I asked the worker in the game department to confirm it first, since "I had a feeling Best Buy was just jerking me around." The worker at Toys 'R Us said that yes, Sony was indeed selling just the game. I asked if it was too late for me to buy one (since Toys 'R Us opens at 9 AM and Best Buy opens at 10 AM). The worker at TRU said that all they had gotten in shipment was....yes, the package with the guitar. I asked if they were going to get any in at all. He said they were, but they wouldn't be in until Thursday.

I then went across the street to the mall, and I headed straight for EB Games. I asked the workers there...and joy of joys, they just got their Guitar Hero 2 shipment in!!! SCORE! Out comes my cash, and out comes my complaints about the jackasses at Best Buy and how I will only get games from EB Games from now on.

I had a big gap until my earth science lab, so I just farted around the mall for a couple of hours. Browsed Victoria's Secret and tried the new Dream Angels perfume (I LOVE IT!), and longed for some new bras and undies. Browsed the new Borders that opened up. Got me a huge slice of sausage pizza and some baked ziti at Sbarro. Overate. Felt it. Went to the restroom. UGH. But it was goooood pizza and ziti.

Went back to school, did my lab stuff. Ended up getting a C+ on my midterm in there, but I expected it since I'm no good at doing graphs. But I'm getting a B in the class, which is good.

....Shit, listening to Hunter play "Guitar Hero 2." I'll have to give it a stab. GOOD SONG SELECTIONS!!
hollybrooke: (hate early)
I probably should've just stayed home instead of going to see Rocky. But you know...what's done is done. If Zero wants to be an immature asshole, let him. I'm a firm believer in karma, and he'll get his. I've been trying to cut my ties with him anyway because he's just not a very good friend, and that's the bottom line, so I can't get too angry or aggravated about it.

Here's the deal, and I am going to be very vocal about it now since he doesn't subscribe to my LJ or my MySpace anymore, and it's not like I'm saying anything mean about him behind his back to make him look bad...and if I do make him look bad, oh well, this is just the truth of the matter. He and I flirted like nuts, we fooled around at the NY con, then he gave me the shaft a week later for Kristen. I got mad, didn't talk to him for a good few months after that, then he tries to make amends and things were okay for a while. Then he starts up with the flirting again, we fooled around again, then shortly after, he hooks back up with Kristen AGAIN. How the hell am I supposed to feel? Like I'm just some substitute warm-body for him to cuddle and fool around with to make him feel better about himself? I felt like I was used Friends do NOT treat each other like that. And to add insult to injury, Kristen joined cast, and the two of them make out and feel each other up at every given opportunity. And once again, how am I supposed to feel? He alienated his friends and blew off social events himself for the sake of his girlfriend, so who the hell does he think he is to point his finger at me for my lack of socialization when I have priorities like work/school/homelife demanding my attention? And then the whole stupid MySpace post that had him firing his guns at TR, Fester and me. What the hell was that all about? You know, I don't make my MySpace my life. He wonders why people abandon him--he drives people away, that's what. He brings all of this shit on himself. Frankly, I got tired of it. I got tired of him jacking me around and now he wants to act like he did nothing wrong, and he wants to call me a crazy psycho bitch? Fine them. Go ahead. Let him. If I'm a crazy psycho bitch, he's the bastard spawn of Satan. And I am glad I quit cast so I don't have to deal with all of this stupid drama anymore. I'm glad the theater is going to be closing soon. It's time for all of us to grow up. One of these days, he'll mouth off to the wrong person and he'll get his, I'm sure of it.

And that's all I'm going to say about it. On the drive home from the theater, I just felt so much...lighter, actually. Like a huge burden had been lifted from my shoulders. Nothing had been resolved with him, but now I feel that since my ties with him have been cut, I don't have to worry about him bothering me anymore.
hollybrooke: (belle is irritated)
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060620/hl_nm/parental_smoking_dc

Parental smoking still a threat to kids' lungs
By Anne Harding


NEW YORK (Reuters Health) - A new international study of more than 20,000 children confirms that exposure to cigarette smoke before and after birth impairs their lung function, and that parental smoking remains a serious public health issue.

The effects of smoking during pregnancy last up to age 12, while exposure to cigarette smoking after birth further worsens lung function, Dr. Manfred A. Neuberger of the Medical University in Vienna, one of the study's authors, told Reuters Health.

It is difficult to tell, Neuberger noted, whether the impairment of lung function resulting from prenatal and early life exposure is permanent, given that many individuals with parents and siblings who smoke will have started smoking themselves by their teen years.

The researchers analyzed results from a subset of children who had participated in the Pollution and the Young Study, including a total of 22,712 children from eight countries. The findings appear in the American Journal of Respiratory and Critical Care Medicine.

Children whose mothers smoked during pregnancy were 31 percent to 40 percent more likely to have poor lung function than children born to non-smokers, the researchers found. Early-life exposure independently increased risk of poor lung function to a lesser degree, by 24 percent to 27 percent.

Sixty percent of the children in the study had been exposed to cigarette smoke before birth or in early life, the researchers found. "Considering the high number of exposed children, this indicates that both environmental tobacco smoke exposure and smoking during pregnancy remain a severe public health problem," Neuberger and his team conclude.

The findings are a "stark reminder" that legal efforts to reduce exposure to cigarette smoke in workplaces aren't protecting the group of people at greatest risk from passive smoking, young children, Drs. Mark D. Eisner of the University of California, San Francisco and Francesco Forastiere of the Rome E Health Authority in Italy write in an editorial accompanying the study.

"Children are primarily exposed to tobacco smoke in the home, where legal restrictions do not apply," they note.

SOURCE: American Journal of Respiratory and Critical Care Medicine, June 2006.


This is why I'm heavily against smoking, & am firmly against smoking in public venues. Neither one of my parents considered quitting after my lung surgery, & Aunt Pam didn't quit after all of the shit she had to deal with JR & his cystic fibrosis. WHAT KIND OF PARENTS ARE YOU?!!!

This whole fucking house smells like stale smoke. I HATE IT.
hollybrooke: (commie!)
http://www.gaspricewatch.com/new/default.asp

Anyway you look at it, it's just depressing. Ugh.

Nothin' but a bunch of gas commies out there.
hollybrooke: (Jem and Pizzazz "Bitch please!")
http://www.nicolescherzinger.org/index.php?subaction=showfull&id=1145309651&archive=&start_from=&ucat=&



When Robin Antin, a Los Angeles choreographer, decided 11 years ago to assemble a burlesque-inspired nightclub revue, she called it the Pussycat Dolls as a nod to her vision of "making everyone look like a real, living doll."

Interscope Records is taking her words literally.

The record company, which along with Ms. Antin revamped the act as an R&B-influenced pop group and released its first CD last year, has struck a deal with Hasbro, the toy maker, to create a line of fashion dolls modeled on its six members. The toy line — which aims to mimic the act's playfully risqué style — is expected to be on sale by this year's holiday season. Hasbro executives estimate the dolls, intended for children aged 6 to 9, will be priced around $15, with the label receiving a royalty on sales.
The deal is just one example of how record companies are seeking revenue-sharing arrangements that encompass far more than CD's. With sales on the decline, record label executives are pressing for a cut of artists' concert earnings, merchandise sales and advertising fees. Last year, for example, EMI agreed to pay about $25 million to buy an estimated 30 percent stake in the business generated by Korn, an established rock band.

But in establishing a new act, Interscope has been laying plans for a series of ventures that extend well beyond the customary ticket sales and T-shirts. In the Pussycat Dolls' case, the company struck a unique deal with Ms. Antin in 2003 in which the two sides split the profits from all the act's ventures. So far, the Pussycat Dolls' name has landed on a cosmetics line from Stila, until recently a unit of Estée Lauder, and on a nightclub at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas.

The toy line, however, reflects perhaps the most ambitious effort yet to generate extra revenue since the group achieved mainstream success. Managing to score at toy retailers would also illustrate how elastic the aura of a manufactured pop act can be, as the Pussycat Dolls straddle the image of late-night lounge dancers and child-friendly pop singers at the same time.

In that sense, the group emerged as envisioned by the Interscope chairman, Jimmy Iovine, who saw it as a cross between the film "Moulin Rouge" and the Spice Girls. Mr. Iovine struck the deal with Ms. Antin after seeing the dance troupe perform, at the suggestion of Gwen Stefani, an Interscope artist who periodically performed with the group.

The foray of Interscope, a unit of Vivendi Universal, into the toy market comes as young children are becoming an important audience for the recording industry. Music executives have been eager to appeal to fans who are (they hope) too young to download music illegally, and children are making their presence known on the Billboard sales chart.

The soundtrack to the Disney Channel TV movie "High School Musical" has emerged as bona fide hit, while "Kidz Bop 9," the most recent installment of a sing-along series, recently posted the biggest first-week sales of any album in the franchise.

The Pussycat Dolls did not start with a G-rated image. The group stormed the charts last August with its first big single, "Don't Cha," a steamy tease that included the lyric "Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me/ Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?"

But the act's next song, "Stickwitu," was a softer ballad that received airplay on outlets like Radio Disney. Since the group's album, "PCD," hit stores last year, it has sold more than 1.3 million copies in the United States alone, according to Nielsen SoundScan data.

Ron Fair, the head of Interscope's A&M Records unit and one of the album's main producers, said the act's more mature image was an asset in appealing to a wider audience.

"When you're dealing with children, if you shoot for that mode in the music you create, it's very, very difficult for it to translate up. Once it's branded as a tween thing, it's very hard to flip it up. But what the older sister and older brother like definitely trickles down to the kids. That's what's happening to the Pussycat Dolls."

Hasbro recognized that dynamic from the outset. Sharon John, the company's general manager for marketing, said she first talked with Interscope executives while "Don't Cha" reigned as the act's first hit. Hasbro executives viewed the Pussycat Dolls as a line that could sell to the same young girls who have gobbled up the Bratz, a line of fashion dolls with curvy figures and coy smiles, from a toy rival, MGA Entertainment.

Ms. John conceded the Pussycat Dolls packaging might be a bit racy for Hasbro consumers. "Bratz has pushed the envelope in this area and has been extraordinarily successful," she said. "I don't think we're trying to push the envelope any further, but we're trying to add an aspect of realism. These are people that have real careers."

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If Hasbro even considers picking up on these gawd-awful Pussycat Dolls, I will drive out to the headquarters in Pawtucket, Rhode Island myself with protest signs, blaring my "Jem" tapes at full-force and chanting "PUSSYCATS ARE 'HOS! THEY MUST GO! BRING BACK JEM!"

Oh, and Bratz are just plain fuglee.
hollybrooke: (hate early)
Do people not like talking to me, or is this all just a coincidence, or what the hell? Because I'm getting tired of logging onto AIM and seeing five or six people log off as soon as I log on, or go on "away." And I don't know why I put this sort of stuff on my LiveJournal anyway, because no one really reads it or cares to comment on it. Phone calls are few and far in between, and no one ever emails me anymore. What the fuck is this? Do I have leprosy or something?!

What pisses me off even more is the shitty way my mother acts. I didn't want her to know I was indeed drunk last night, so I passed it off as an upset stomach. Then before she went to bed, she tells me, "I want you going to bed at a decent hour tonight, like right after the Academy Awards." WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!!! She's treating me like I'm a goddamn thirteen-year-old!! I'm 23, for the love of God!! Why can't she treat me a little more like an adult and give me some fucking freedom?! She wants to keep me around this prison forever, so I can be her slave. I can't stand this anymore. I love her, but she's driving me insane. A part of me wants to break down and yell viciously at her, blasting her for all of the shit she's putting us through. I want to tell her she has no heart, I want to tell her that she's a frigid bitch, I want to tell her that she drives people away and she has a bad attitude, but I dare not do that. I don't do it because the Bible says to "honor thy mother and thy father." I have done my best to honor her, but it's just not good enough. I'm about ready to give up.

And this house, it's not a house. It's not a home, either. It's a fucking prison. It's a prison in the middle of nowhere, where I have no contact with anybody. My mother is the warden. My father is never home, and tries to take our side and be reasonable, but what's the good of that? I hold down two jobs, I work what I can to earn money but my mother wants me to give it all to her just because my dad is having a difficult time with his current job.

I hate this place so much. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
hollybrooke: (starlight)
Okay, let me take you back to last Saturday. I've been trying to renegotiate my car insurance payments with my providers, and they keep sending back the revised bill for my mother's car, delaying me getting mine in on time. I get my deductable raised to $1000 and I get dropped down to just liabililty, thinking it can save me some money. It saves me a whole whopping $35. My parents bitch at me because they think I waste money going to Rocky Horror every weekend in the first place. They believe that it's stupid to go to the same damn thing every weekend. They got pissed that I had to go to the mandatory rehearsal ("You see the same damn movie every weekend, you should have it down by now.") and be out late. And I quote my father word for word on this one, "I know you don't do drugs, and I know you don't sleep around, but if you want to parade around in nothing but your bra, then you could at least go to Deja Vu and get money for doing that sort of thing!" They have given me similar shit about this every weekend before I go out, but they really got mad about it this particular week, what with all of this car insurance stuff and the matter of me being able to afford it.

I had to call Shawn a little while back to tell him about my situation, and to tell him that I'm not trying to pull any shit, because I'm not. (Although other people think I am, and are getting pissed off about it for no real good reason other than they don't understand what I've been having to deal with in the last couple of weeks.) Amazingly, he let me tell him what was up and tried helping me come up with some sort of solution (although he couldn't do much for that--most of that, I am on my own with). The best thing I can do is this: I just tell my parents that I'm being bumped down to crew if the issue is me not being able to come every week, but I still show up on the nights that I have to perform. Basically, lying to my parents. Not like I've done this before, but I still need to find a full-time job just to appease them and support myself, which I'm working on. Sent off a dozen resumés on hotjobs. com earlier today (ask Booj--he looked with me), and I plan on hitting the streets next week in aggressive job-hunting fashion.

I just don't like it when my parents lay the line like that. It scares me shitless sometimes.

I think the best I can do is just what Shawn said: tell them I'm just in cast. And that I get paid gas money or something to help me out. And if the insurance is a problem, then maybe I can set up paying my mom at the first of the month to help out with the insurance. (Since I'm on full coverage, it's about $107 a month.) I figure I can give her $214 for the first two months and that way, I can still be working for money for the next payment, and I'm going to be getting a new job by then. And once I get that new job, I'm quitting Spencer's. I don't get enough hours there, I've been there 3 1/2 years, I'm underpaid and underemployed, and for as many times as I've asked for it I still receive no promotion (although I keep getting told I'm up for one in February, but fat chance on that).

But since I've been chatting with Amanda, Boojie and Rachel about it, you guys know what's up. You guys have at least been keeping up with me in the last week or so to see how that situation's been going. Thanks for your support. It means a lot. And even though he doesn't read my LJ...thank you, Dan. You are a true friend, and that's taking me a LOT to admit. All I want to do is smooth everything over so things work out somehow. If all goes well, I won't be able to show up this weekend, that's for damn sure, but since I have to be there next weekend anyway....well, keep your fingers crossed.

In other news, I got my W-2s from Spencer's and Indiana University (for the work I did on the paper). Right now, all I need are the W-2s from B&BW and WiseWay. Then I can get my taxes filed. Then I can fill out the FAFSA for this fall semster. Then hopefully I can get some form of financial assistance so I can go back to school and get it all over with. *oy!*

Oh, go check out Toxic Side Effects. This latest one was inspired by something I was watching on the soap operas with my mom while waiting at the insurance place today.
hollybrooke: (go fuck yourselves)
You don't really need me to tell you that the wedding sucked ass, do you? YES YOU DO!!! Oh-kay...IT SUCKED ASS!!!!!

Personally, for as cheap as the wedding was, Casie had too many bridesmaids. And why the hell were there so many kids involved? You only need one flower girl; don't even deal with all of this "junior bridesmaid" crap unless they are really involved. Viv was an emotional kook, as always. (Dumb bitch.) The kids in the bridal party weren't very well-behaved. And like I said, the ceremony took place at the American Legion. The reception was two hours later, so basically all of the guests had to wait there until we got back from that stupid limo drive. Yeah, we went in a limo around Cedar Lake, Crown Point and Schererville hitting up bars and stopping in liquor stores for drinks. (By the way, for those of you who have never been in a limo before...it's overrated.) I think I was the only one who wasn't pregnant that didn't drink much. (I had a beer; that was about it, although Cyndi at Rocky thought I was acting drunk anyway.) Now I thought it was kind of rude for us to take off and make everyone wait like that while the reception stuff was set up.

The reception could have been better. For crying out loud, it was 'buy-your-own-drinks'! (Unless you wanted beer from the keg. WARM beer. Ick.) Sorry, but if I ever get married, I'm not going to inconvenience my own guests to buy their own drinks. Hell, Ami and Matt did their wedding on a budget and they had free drinks. (I think one of Matt's grandparents sprung for that, though.) Christle was being a major pain in the ass yesterday, but then again she thinks she's Hot Shit when she's just a little attention whore. She kept making a big deal about how she was going to catch the bouquet. I wanted to catch the bouquet just to spite her. (Donnie and Debbie wanted me to spite her, too.) Honestly, Christle doesn't give a shit about her baby. She kept sneaking smokes in all night and I have a feeling she was doing some drinking, too. I think she purposely got herself knocked up just to keep her claws in her man, that's what.

Here's what I have to say about being chosen as a bridesmaid in the first place. I was not her first decision. Like I said, Elanda was supposed to be in my position, but she can't be too active in a wedding when she's six or seven months pregnant. As always, I was an afterthought in this situation. The escort they had me paired up with...WHAT A FUCKING CREEP!! I think he got the drunkest out of all of them. He keep trying to put the moves on me, and he kept groping me every chance he got last night. I seriously should have beat the shit out of him last night, but I didn't want to cause a scene in front of my family. In a nutshell, yesterday was one of the shittiest days of my life and I wish I could wipe it from existence.

Once again, I apologize for being such a shit-ass this weekend ar Rocky. It wasn't that I was drunk or anything (Even though I did have a beer during the whole course of the day. All of my yelling and bad attitude during the show was mainly out of pent-up frustration from the course of the day. I probably should have just went home, but I came out of a sense of duty.) But you would be in a shitty mood too after having to suck it up all day and not cause a scene in front of your family. I am so embarrassed and ashamed.
hollybrooke: (best icon EVER!)
I talked to Mike tonight. Yay, it's been the week where Holly catches up with friends she hasn't heard from in ages. He asked if I was going to come to Paul and Hilary's wedding. I explained that a reason why was because...well, I don't think my car will survive a drive all that way down to southern Indiana, for one thing. But I had to be honest with him, that I had a feeling Dan would be bringing Becky with, and while I'm trying to suck it up and not be such a shit about meeting her...I just don't want to deal with the two of them at a WEDDING, of all places. It'd be good to see them all again (Mike and Tiff and Brandon and Paul and Hilary), but at the risk of hurting myself inside just to see my EX-BOYFRIEND getting all intimate with his new girlfriend? At a wedding?! FUCK NO.

You know, Tiffany inadvertently asking Dan how his sex life with Becky was going right in front of me was one thing. This would be like rubbing salt in the would: "I have a better sex life and a better sense of closeness and intimacy than I ever did with you, and I'm going to be with this girl forever and ever because she's anxious to get married and start a family someday, but you're still special to me." Fine then. Get hitched, start a family, and move to split-level-home suburbia with your mini-van. Let your wife try to juggle her wifely duties with being a doting mother AND holding down a job that she spent good college years. You will neglect your kids in the process and spoil them nuts trying to compensate for it as they get older. Not like I care one goddamned bit. You're only doing all of this with the man that I actually, for the first time in my life, opened up my heart to only to discover that he'd trample all over it.

How the hell do I get myself into these situations?

STOP RIGHT THERE!!! No wallowing in misery over stupid ex boyfriend. Healing period is over. Time to start mackin' on the guys again and be happy with my single-and-fabulous self. *hugs self* I LOVE ME!!
hollybrooke: (brad and janet)
I just got back from that damn rehearsal dinner. This wedding is such a fucking joke, it's unbelievable. For one thing, Casie and Jay aren't even getting married in a church. No no, they are getting married in the American Legion meeting hall. And they are having the reception two hours later in the same place. And it's not even being catered; Vivion and Tina (Jay's mom) are making all of the food. There's nothing wrong with the way they cook, but for the love of God...I'm sorry. Maybe I was spoiled by Ami and Matt's wedding, but let's put it this way. They didn't have much money to do their wedding and reception, but they planned it a year in advance and I was so pleased with how it turned out. :) It was classy, AND on a budget. THIS whole wedding seems so rushed and unorganized. And the kids...the kids...I'm not sure if I ever want a kid after this. Neither Casie's boy nor Steph's girl nor that other little girl (Kayla?) were behaving tonight. They were running all around and not getting along and crying and it's not like anybody was disciplining them. And the usher they have me fixed up with....*gets the heebee-jeebees* He's a CREEP!!

*runs screaming into the night*

GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS WEDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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