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Because it's LiveJournal, I feel I should be all angsty all over it. (And the spell-check doesn't recognize "LiveJournal". Odd.)
Fucking insurance companies. After speaking to half a dozen different people - none of whom knew what the others were doing - about my claim, I finally get to the Total Loss Representative. That's a fancy phrase meaning "The Dickhead Trying to Screw You Out of a Thousand Dollars". If I have to listen to him try and claim that what they offered me was "fair", I swear I'll do something I really don't want to do. Since I'm not a particularly violent man, I might get a lawyer. Maybe the Heavy Hitters since I like their TV ads. But, seriously, I didn't ask for this. Did I want a geriatric disaster of a woman driving alone at night? Did I want her to slam into the car that I *loved* and totally destroy it? I'm still close to tears about the whole thing! But you know what? What's done is done. And that's what we have insurance for, right? So why don't they pay off my auto loan? Furthermore, why is this sleazy bastard of a human insinuating that this is somehow *my* fault?
He never said it directly to me. He used the ephemeral "they" in all of his sentences. But, basically, if I hadn't got such a long loan, or didn't go to a used car dealer, or didn't get "tricked" by Kelly Blue Book, or a variety of other nonsense, then I wouldn't be in this mess. Well excuse me, Mr. Lowball! I didn't know that I was comitting such a heinous crime by signing up with your lousy company! I thought people like you were supposed to have my back on this sort of shit.
Kelly Blue Book is inflated? Well, of course you think so, you unevolved drone. You want to use your in-house system to save yourself some financial hurt. And don't give me that shit. Allstate provides you no incentive to do this to me? My ass! I don't care HOW many of these cases that you see all week. It's kind of your fucking job to see these cases all week. Imagine if I told you I look at checks all day. Surprise! I work at a bank! You work at Allstate. Of course you see cases all day. I wouldn't know that by the frequency that you answer your phone, of course. You always seem to be stuck in a particularly tricky game of solitare at the time. Meanwhile, Allstate is most certainly providing you incentive! You're working, aren't you? You get a paycheck, right, asshole? Sounds like incentive to me. Maybe I'm just being cynical.
OH THAT REMINDS ME. How many of these people *actually* work for the company? The guy who when to look at the wreck didn't work for Allstate. The asshole that's lowballing me for my former Alero doesn't work for Allstate. The call center people usually seem to be in other states and barely trained. Just exactly WHO am I sending money to each month? And why can't any of them answer any questions? If I ran a show like that, I'd be out of business. If a call at MY workplace involves seven people, then that's six too many.
Seriously. Six.
Mr. Clark, who initially handled my claim. Of course, he doesn't anymore since the old bat who plowed into me says she got hurt. What, did it get too tough for you to check different boxes than you're used to? You're obviously useless.
Kyla, or whatever her name is. She took over after Mr. Clark couldn't get it done. Neither can she. It appears that neither of these people - whom I was told to call with questions - knows a damn thing about my claim other than the fact that it exists. All other aspects are handled by other people.
Mr. Lawton, who inspected my wreck. Nice guy, actually. He went to great lengths to tell me that he wasn't finalizing anything and he was just giving me information. He said to me that the car was obviously in excellent condition prior to the accident. His words! And it damn well was. My father and I took DAMN good care of it. Oh, but he lied, too. He totally said I agreed to the stupidly low figure he quoted, which leads me to:
Ms. Clark, no relation to the other useless Clark. She called me up looking for my Title. What? I didn't sign anything. I didn't agree to anything. Hell, I didn't even got a call from Mr. Lowball until I bitched at you people. Don't call me looking for shit when you haven't done your job, yet.
Mr. Lowball. I can't spell his actual name. It sounds like Shitstick, actually. It's spelled with a "z", which makes me think if *everything* about him is designed to be confusing. That condescening attitude of his made me really glad that I wasn't in front of him because I would have used him to redecorate his office. Knock out walls and everything.
And Ms. Foster. Actually, she was quite helpful. I had to mail her my old and broken frames, though, which was strange, but whatever. I know she got them, too, because I sent them registered. But, as helpful as she was, I don't know what - if anything - she's done with them. Maybe they've began a new life as a paperweight.
Of course, we can't leave out all the call center reps, can we? Initially, I got a nice girl from the south, I think. I had to think to understand her through her accent, but she set up everything nicely. Since then, I've gotten a bunch of gnarly inner-city youths who speak through a cardboard tube at the telephone and pray that I can hear them. Oh, and none of them are the right person to call either, despite working in a CALL CENTER.
Finally, the fucking voice-system at throws a spiel at you about who you want to talk to. Whatever happened to fucking menus? Press "1" to be belittled, press "2" to be jerked around, press "3" for more degrading options. At least I knew what I was getting. Don't ask me a question and then let your buggy voice-recognition system fuck it up. After it makes a mistake, it comes back with "Uhhhhh, I'm sorry. What was that?" like some retarded child. Just give me buttons to push. They don't talk back.
And you know what? The old lady's insurance was nice. I talked to ONE person, she told me everything I needed to know, and I sent her the receipt for the rental car. I'm expecting a check, but after this shitstorm with Allstate, I'm thinking of calling Amica just to check up. But as before, I swear, this had better resolve itself soon. And for the love of Sauce, get GAP insurance if it's offered to you. |
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| I hate memes... |
[Feb. 29th, 2008|10:37 pm] |
BUt they just seem to drag me in...
Leave a comment and I will:
1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, a word etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favourite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ. |
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| I just cleaned |
[Jan. 23rd, 2008|10:32 pm] |
Freya's going to ruin it all, anyway. I didn't touch the living room, either. I wonder how my mother keeps her house so clean...oh yeah, she yelled at us if we left a mess. At any rate, I hope it makes a good frst impression on Tony and Sara...or have they been here before?
Sick Jeff no do the thinky thing gooder than usual... |
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| Hey, Rob... |
[Nov. 28th, 2007|05:51 pm] |
Relevant e-mails. Take a read and get back to me, bro. Oh, and after picking up the tux, I have informed them that they owe me $50...so we'll see if I'm even going to the wedding after all.
E-mail #1
> >>> Jamie Krawiecki 11/26/2007 8:55 AM >>>
>
> Well...It would be helpful if they were there,
> Have they ever been to a catholic wedding before, or
> mass for that matter? Worst comes to worst I can
> have someone videotape the rehearsal and we can have
> them watch it to see when they're supposed to go up
> there. Rehearsal Dinner is most likely going to be
> at the Rexford Fire house (same place I had my
> shower) so she can come over after she gets out of
> work...it'd just be a straight shot down 146 for her
> until 146 turns left @ blue barns rd.
>
> The Church is on clifton park center rd (that is
> the one that runs behind the mall, clifton country
> rd is the one that you take to get to the Mo's side
> of the mall) but it's further down more by the back
> entrance to the Shen campus.
>
> If you're coming from exit 9 you'd Take 146 to Moe
> Rd (the corner by prince of peace lutheran church)
> and take a left, it'd be your next traffic light,
> you would take a right onto clifton park center Rd,
> the church would be on your right hand side a little
> ways down (if you hit the town hall you went to far)
> it's set back from the road but there is a sign out
> front
>
> If you're coming from Exit 8a (Grooms Rd) you'd
> take a left off the exit ramp and go through 2
> traffic lights (you'll hit them right after you take
> the left, first one is the one that goes back onto
> the northway and the next one is Lapp Rd) The next
> traffic light you come to you'll take a Right that
> will be Moe Rd (little red school house on the
> opposite corner of the intersection) Take Moe Road
> to your first traffic light that will be clifton
> park center Road Take a left and again the church
> will be on your right
E-mail #2:
Subject: Scott's Bachelor Party Details.
Where:
Double Vision Strip Club
1917 Route 9
Clifton Park, NY 12065
When: Thursday Night, 9:00 P.M
Cost: The room we're renting is $100 per hour, we'll have to split it up as best we can when we get there after we find out who's coming.
If there's anyone else you know that Scott might want to invite, ask them. The more people we get, the less we'll have to pay.
See you there,
- Paul |
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| Rob: |
[Oct. 27th, 2007|10:56 pm] |
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For Booker T, I have the Bookerman face card but I am three cards short of a set. Bookend, Managed by Sharmell, and Sharmell Interferes. Oh, and Thurst Kicks, but those suck ass, anyway. |
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| Just a quiz... |
[Aug. 8th, 2007|05:33 pm] |
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Turn-about is fair play, right Kat? ^_^;;;
And on another note...I've had this journal for WAY to long... |
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| Rob: Vince's Backlash Deck |
[Jul. 6th, 2007|10:03 pm] |
Here's what I'm thinking for his prematch:
Rochester, New York
Managed by Vince McMahon (TB)
[Revolution] Judgement Day
First Family of Professional Wrestling
Old School Antics
Old School Antics
Old School Antics
It's Time for a Great American BASH
It's Time for a Great American BASH
~(leftover) It's Time for a Great American BASH
Four of those cards are free, leaving you with another "It's Time for a Great American BASH" leftover. Play it in lieu of Rochester if you a) can't play a venue or b) need the fortitude for Shoot Counter. Also, you may want to switch out Judgement Day if you don't feel threatened by their No Show, High Fives, or something tricks-y like that.
Other than that, this is pretty strong since you (potentially) kill three cards here. Kill a Belt with Vince, a non-unique with Judgement Day, then sweep one from the ring area with First Family. Six cards shuffled back, 2 permanent fortitude, +2 midmatch (potentially), and Rochester. Kennedy's your bad matchup...whatever.
Midmatch is a bit more tricky. Here's your options:
For the Love of the Game
For the Love of the Game
For the Love of the Game
This is Going Nowhere Fast
COW
Really, That's Enough
Technical Shoot
RTV
Restricted Use
McMahonus Interruptus
Shoot Counter
When You Run the Show, You Make the Rules
Sustained Damage
That's 13 cards, as far as I see. I wanted to pack others, but I had to cut them. I can't decide what I'd want to keep out of this mess. Keep in mind that the For the Love's are both pre- and mid-match. And you can only play five of these, anyway.
Oh, one more thing. I'm striking one of the "Don't Cross the Boss"s and one other card for two "Puppies! Puppies!" (TB). You don't have nearly enough cards to shuffle back with, which is why I strongly recommend the prematch that I laid out. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2007|07:05 pm] |
Rival #1 [Kat]
B 5
M 4
S 6
ACV 5
DCV 3
HP 35
EP 70
Attributes:
Appearance 1/lv (3)
Highly Skilled 1/lv (17!)
Kensei 1/lv (3) Judge Opponent, Precise Stroke, Quick Draw
Personal Gear 1/lv (1) (WAKIZASHI, smoke pellets, caltrops, rope, throwing knives)
Light Armor 1/lv (1) 2 points
Special Movement 1/lv (1) Balance
Energy Bonus 1/lv (3) +30 EP
Technique 4/lv (2)
~Kinuye's Technique: Untouchable! - +6 to all defensive skills: 10 MP (Highly Skilled), lasts for 1 minute
~Kinuye's Technique: Shadow Thief - +6 to Stealth and Sleight of Hand: 6MP (Highly Skilled), last for 1 minute
~Kinuye's Technique: Piercing Strike! - +5 to Unarmed Combat, +5 damage 4MP (Focused Damage lv1, Highly Skilled lv3)
Defects:
Attack Restriction 1
Guy Magnet 1
Wanted 2
Not So Tough 2 (-20 HP)
Skills:
Acrobatics 5/lv (5)
Burglary 2/lv (5)
Cultural Arts 2/lv (3)
Law(clan) 2/lv (5 [6])
Stealth 4/lv (3)
Sleight of Hand 2/lv (2)
Wilderness Tracking 2/lv (3)
Melee Attack 6/lv (3)
Melee Defense 6/lv (2)
Ranged Defense 4/lv (4)
Thrown Weapons 5/lv (3)
Unarmed Attack 6/lv (4)
Unarmed Defense 6/lv (2) [170]
Rival #2 [MJ -Jade]
B 6
M 4
S 5
ACV 5
DCV 3
HP 55
EP 65
Attributes:
Appearance 1/lv (3)
Highly Skilled 1/lv (15!)
Kensei 1/lv (3) (Judge Opponent, Quick Draw, Precise Stroke)
Personal Gear 1/lv (1) (KATANA, smoke pellets, rope, grappling hook, oil)
Light Armor 1/lv (1) 2 points
Special Movement 1/lv (1) Wall-Crawling
Energy Bonus 1/lv (2) +20 EP
Technique 4/lv (2)
~~Sadaharu's Technique: Sundering Strike - 8MP Weapon Attack lv 3[45 damage, Armor Piercing x2, melee only, slow]
~~Sadaharu's Technique: Before All Others - Instantaneous burst of speed. 6MP (Speed lv6)
~~Sadaharu's Technique: Way of the Thief - Skillful with traps. 6MP (Mechanical Genuis lv3)
Defects:
Attack Restriction 1
Guy Magnet 1
Wanted 2
Skills:
Acrobatics 5/lv (3)
Burglary 2/lv (4)
Cultural Arts 2/lv (4)
Law(clan) 2/lv (4 [5])
Stealth 4/lv (2)
Sleight of Hand 2/lv (3)
Wilderness Tracking 2/lv (2)
Melee Attack 6/lv (3)
Melee Defense 6/lv (3)
Ranged Defense 4/lv (2)
Thrown Weapons 5/lv (3)
Unarmed Attack 6/lv (2)
Unarmed Defense 6/lv (4) [150]
Indiana Jones Rip Off (45) [Fonzie]
B 6
M 5
S 4
ACV 5
DCV 5
HP 60
EP 45
Attributes:
Appearance 1/lv (3) - Indiana Jones appeal
Aura of Command 1/lv (3) - can inspire one to ten people
Damn Healthy! 1/lv (1) - +10HP
"Defense" Mastery 1/lv (2) - DCV +1/lv
Divine Relationship 1/lv (3) - better lucky than good (three/game session)
Heightened Awareness 1/lv (2) +4 Bonus on sensory checks
Highly Skilled 1/lv (15!)
Kensei 1/lv (1) Judge Opponent
Personal Gear 1/lv (1) HEAVY PISTOL[10dmg], Whip, Map, Gemstone, Sun Symbol
Defects:
Girl Magnet 1
Skills:
Architecture 1/lv (6)
Burglary 2/lv (5)
Cultural Arts 2/lv (4)
Disguise 3/lv (1)
Law 2/lv (4)
Stealth 4/lv (2)
Sleight of Hand 2/lv (4)
Swimming 1/lv (4)
Wilderness Survival 2/lv (2)
Wilderness Tracking 2/lv (4)
Gun Combat 4/lv (3)
Melee Attack 6/lv (3)
Melee Defense 6/lv (1)
Ranged Defense 4/lv (3)
Thrown Weapons 5/lv (1)
Unarmed Attack 6/lv (2)
Unarmed Defense 6/lv (3) [150]
Corporate [Rob]
B 4
M 8
S 5
ACV 5
DCV 3
HP 55
EP 65
Attributes:
Aura of Command 1/lv (1) - can inspire one person
Damn Healthy! 1/lv (1) +10HP
Heightened Awareness 1/lv (1) +2 Bonus on sensory checks
Highly Skilled 1/lv (15!)
Kensei 1/lv (1) - Judge Opponent
Gun Bunny 1/lv (4) Quick Draw, Two Pistols, Dead Eye, Steady Hand
Personal Gear 1/lv (2) HEAVY PISTOL x2 (10dmg each), Grenade (HE), Grenade (Flash), Sunglasses, Toolkit: [Lockpicks, Drill, Rope, Gas Mask, Rations]
Light Armor 1/lv (5) - 12 pts of armor. His suit looks very heavy.
Defects:
Attack Restriction 2
Skills:
Acrobatics 5/lv (2)
Architecture 1/lv (6)
Burglary 2/lv (3)
Cultural Arts 2/lv (4)
Disguise 3/lv (2)
Law 2/lv (6)
Stealth 4/lv (3)
Sleight of Hand 2/lv (4)
Swimming 1/lv (4)
Wilderness Tracking 2/lv (1)
Gun Combat 4/lv (6)
Ranged Defense 4/lv (4)
Unarmed Attack 6/lv (3)
Unarmed Defense 6/lv (3) [150]
Independant [Brock]
B 7
M 6
S 3
ACV 7
DCV 5
HP 65
EP 45
Attributes:
Combat Mastery 2/lv 2 (+2 CV)
Damn Healthy! 1/lv 2 (+20 HP)
Heightened Awareness 1/lv 1 (+2 Bonus on sensory checks)
Highly Skilled 1/lv 12
Kensei 1/lv 1 (Judge Opponent)
Gun Bunny 1/lv 2 (Quick Draw, Dead Eye)
Personal Gear 1/lv 2 (HEAVY PISTOL, RIFLE, Grenades: (HE, Tear Gas), Knife, Rope, Clippers, translation text, first aid kit, throwing knives[6])
Light Armor 1/lv 2 (5 [2 if hidden] 2x if optimized)
Super Strength 3/lv 1 (can lift about as much weight as a Motorcycle[1/2 ton]. +10 close combat damage)
Skills:
Acrobatics 5/lv 2
Architecture 1/lv 2
Burglary 2/lv 6
Stealth 4/lv 5
Sleight of Hand 2/lv 4
Wilderness Survival 2/lv 3
Wilderness Tracking 2/lv 2
Gun Combat 4/lv 4
Ranged Defense 4/lv 3
Thrown Weapons 5/lv 3
Unarmed Defense 6/lv 2 [120] |
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| I AM JOB |
[Jun. 27th, 2007|01:57 pm] |
Brian hired me in Deposit Servicing. I'm not even sure what the job really is. I know I have to do the Bank-by-Mail, verify deposits, and field Call Center overflow...but other than that it's a complete mystery to me.
It's about friggin time, too. Been here for two and a half years, applied for that position three times, and worried that I'd be stuck as a teller forever.
And...Fonzie...does Brian seem a little....y'know....to you, too? When he said that he liked me as a candidate, I got a little worried. ^_^;;; |
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| Damnit Rob... |
[Jun. 11th, 2007|11:00 am] |
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Somehow, this is your fault...
OK, so I was in my apartment. But I was extra tiny. About the size of Freya's toys. I was dressed like my paladin from Diablo 2 and running around the kitchen. And I was casting Meteor (which isn't a paladin skill) behind me because I was being chased by these creatures that were the size of mastiffs and looked vaguely like those things in FFX-2 that turn you to stone. Can't remember what they're called. Basilisks, I think. But I could see this in third person, so I could see their damage meters and names. They had two-word names with three or four letters each in them.
SO I got scared 'cause I wasn't doing enough damage to them. I ran. I think I was going down the stairs when I heard the "mother" yelling at someone. I looked and it was a larger version of the things I was casting on. Only it had Rob's mother's voice. And it was yelling at Rob! He was sitting on the couch and either ignoring her or using sarcasm, whichever he felt like. And he was dressed as a paladin, too. He was the same size as me, but totally unconcerned about the massive death-beasts out in the kitchen. Or his mother, for that matter. He must have been a wicked high level.
So I ran outside and hid in his car. Which was really Stefan's car. But Stefan didn't exist in this world. So I hid in the backseat and he came out to his car to go somewhere. And he said something to me...and then I woke up. |
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