Waldo

Trouble Breathing
2004-05-10 18:43:01 (UTC)

Fishy, fishy.....and FUCK RADIO SHACK!

Finally got the fish tank I've always wanted. Reg and I
shelled out (too much money) on a nice 40 gallon tank
with a wood cabinet and hood. It's sweet...I mean just
tits!

It's all set up and we now have an assortment of fish,
including dragon fish, catfish, ghost fish and relatives of
the mighty pirahna.

Setting that up took up a lot of the weekend. Though the
other big event was Not So Also's second show, which
turned out to be not much of a show at all. We played
Matt's housewarming party with a band from LA called
the Flipper Babies. They're pretty good for the style they
were. Then it was our turn -- disaster. Paul had
borrowed the drum set of the Flipper Babies and didn't
have a good time with it. On the tile floor with no carpet,
it slid every time he played. Already in a bad mood to
begin with, the technical difficulties and some alleged
words said made Paul storm off in the middle of our
set, never to return that night.

Ernie took over drumming and promptly had the cymbal
stand fall directly onto his crotch. Meanwhile, I took over
bass and we attempted to do songs we hadn't done in
years. Big Mistake -- but a funny one. Eh. It's over. No
biggie. I can understand how Paul felt, but he shouldn't
have just run off. We'll talk all that stuff through
tomorrow.

On another note -- I HATE RADIO SHACK WITH A
PASSION AND AM THIS CLOSE TO BURNING THE
WHOLE PLACE DOWN! My tape recorder, which broke
a few months ago and I had just replaced, stopped
working on me, causing me to fuck up a couple of
interviews at work. Having already gone through the
COMPLETE run-around over this recorder, I was
frustrated enough to demand my money back. I was
already through with Radio Shack. My "guarantee"
when I purchased the new one was supposed to be a
90 day one. (It had only been 63 days). Well, I was told
by the same fat fuck manager who I had problems with
before that the money-back guarantee was only 30
days and that was up. He could exchange it for store
credit. When I explained to him politely enough that I
was tired of poor products and poor customer service,
he threw a gift card at me and left me in the hands of
one of the clerks, walking into the back room, washing
his hands of me. "That's all I'm gonna do," he said.

I called the corporate offices of Radio Shack and am
still waiting for them to get back to me. I am pissed,
absolutely pissed about this fiasco and I'm gonna have
that nutfuck's job if I can manage it.

Last night, Reg, Zoe and I watched "Big Fish" again.
Another tear-jerker moment. Ahhhh. It's become one of
my all-time favorite movies.




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