I need a nap to catch up on the sleep I missed when I was sleeping for ten straight hours.

( My thoughts on the newest Heroes casting spoilers. )

In other news, the family friend who fixes computers is going to hook up my laptop for me tonight, since I tried for ten minutes before I was like, "You know what? I don't want to break this anymore than Compaq already has." And I still haven't written the bitchy letter to Compaq yet. I'll have to do that today.

I also have to go apply for a new job today. And considering the location is a place I used to work at, I might actually get it. Which sucks, because it's the same place I told my mother I'd rather sell a kidney than work at again. The difference is that rather than working in the factory itself I'm going to try to get an office job there. At least that should be good enough not to make me sick like working in the factory used to.

So what have I accomplished so far today?

I finished the bitchy letter to Compaq and sent it off. So, you know, there's that.

Not that I expect anything out of it. It's a much more polite, wordier version of "Your company is run by incompetant douchebags," but I didn't make a big deal about wanting anything out of them other than to tell them that they were all obnoxious asshats.

Well, if nothing else, that was fun. :)

I've figured it out. Compaq is trying to commit suicide by pissed-off customer.

I really fucking do NOT want to do this anymore.

I'm sick of having conversations with customer service reps who are all too happy to point out that my warranty expired four days after they broke the laptop and LALALA we don't have to fix it! I'm sick of trying to yell at people only to fall back into it's-either-laugh-or-cry hysterical giggles. Is it too much to ask for my computer to fucking work?

I'm not even asking them to fix everything, for fuck's sake. If I were really good at this whole tearing-customer-service-to-shreds thing like my mother, I'm sure I'd have them not only fixing what they broke, but fixing the USB ports as well just for being enormous asshats. But I'm not. I just want it the way it was, damn it, even with the fucked-up USB ports.

*headdesk*

A case manager is supposed to call me tomorrow. Maybe I should cry now so I won't do it when I'm on the goddamn phone with them.