I just can't stand it when people stereotype! AH! i hate being called goth/emo/punk! i'm not any of that.....oh well. And to the usual people who comment on my threads...HEY!

p.s. "You think you see me for who i am, but you dont even know my name."

I hate when people say I'm crazy......:) I mean...before they even see the certification even...

lmao...

I agree, labels are crap.. but i have a funny story xD

My brother and i were arguing and my mom was sitting between us and he said "you're just a dumb dyke" and i said "Hey! Don't call me dumb!"

Feel sorry for mom sometimes.

I hate it when teachers choose pets.

hahaha {even if YOU are the pet?}

Here's one for you....
I went into this snooty-pooty furniture store once....and was in a hurry....just wanted to buy a dining room table. I was wearing jeans and a t shirt, clean, but maybe not upscale enough for em...eh? The sales person looked at me and kinda browsed over me like scanning my worth....and then she hurriedly scampered to help an old beyotch who was dressed up and a bit more la-te-dah. EVENTUALLY, she 'waited" on me...and I told her I just wanted a dining room table and she ushered me to her "budget" section...showing the the cheapest crap she had. I stared a minute and then told her that I had already chosen the one I wanted and pointed it out and her eyes widened and attitude changed and she was all kissin my butt now....and asking what else she could find for me.
I let her show me a few lamps...and a book case....then asked her if she could be a dear and find out if they have the lamps in Mauve. She left across the warehouse to find out and I grabbed a different sales person and gave him my entire sale....and was completly done with the sale when she walked back and told me they don't have mauve. I just smiled and said...thanks for checking! Then waved bye bye .

unreal... i have a very similar story, Terri. as alot of you know, i work for the phone company. it pays well, but i dress down...way down.. i mean, basically anything i wear is earmarked for destruction. so anyway, i walk into MACY*S and started looking for a watch for my now ex wife. the clerk ever so patronizingly points to the 24.99 crap in the spinners (or whatever they're called) that sit on the showcase. fuming, but determined not to let this moron get the better of me, i speak to her in a manner one would a child... a slow-learning one at that. perhaps you havent heard me... i said i was looking for... a PRESENT... so she goes..oh, we have more, but i dont think they're in your price range...

hmmm how 'bout that... ok... so i pretend i didnt hear her, and go to the next clerk. 'scuse me, need two favors. yeah, he asks? one, see this watch...there..no..yes, that one... let me see it please ( i wound up buying it) and two, let me see the manager.
i can only think of a couple of times i've seen someone redder, or stammer worse than this idiot when she was made to apologize to me.

Uhm ... er ... Sus?

I don't get it. :o/

LOLOL.


Oh, ok ... I see that I am not the only one that is wrestling with some frustration today. Rob and Terri ... I happen to have some T-Shirts left over if you guys want a couple.

On the front are these words ...

I am so soo sooo not passive-agressive. You have that wrong.

!! Yo momma is !! >:o/

hehe

FIGHT THE OPPRESSION OF LABELED SOCIETY!!!!!!!!!!!

lol, *throws a streamer*

I actually am a teachers pet- Ms Tesi and i get along and she gave me answers to a project i was working alone on xD We've got things in common.

Hey those stories remind me of this time I went clothes shopping and the snooty staff wouldn't help me (even though I had wads of cash!) So I went and got my boyfriend Richard Gere to... oh wait, that was Pretty Woman...

I hate it when I say Eric is a goth/emo/punk.

Ok...so I have 6 year old twins, and have had one helluva year so far...point being, I am not looking quite as rosey as I can, and my clothes consist of childproof jeans and t-shirts...

So I decided to go to a day spa to pamper myself...I did say I had one helluva year...so I go in and ask about the services offered...they hand me a pamphlet and go back to kissing yuppy ass...after waiting for a good 10 minutes, I "ahemmed" and got their attention...the snooty person behind the counter kinda looked me up and down before speaking to me...it was only after I said I was interested in the top features that she gave me the time of day...so just when she thought she'd be booking a $550 full day treatment, I asked for the manager and spilled the beans...then walked out...While in chemo, I decided that I'd spend $100 for each chemo treatment ($600), and then since I had to go through the painful Brachytherapy, I added an additional $200 worth of pampering fundage...so I went into that spa planning on blowing up to $800 just to not feel like an overly medicated, frazzled mom of twins for a day...

Goes to show...even us ghetto-folk like pampering sometimes...

...anyway, I went to the local beauty college, explained to the dean what I had just gone through health-wise, and what I wanted from them...she got 4 (almost ready to graduate) students, opened a back classroom, and treated me like a queen...for $85...so I gave them each a $50 tip, and then spent the rest of my hard-saved cash on clothes and techie toys

lol Sam, My fave line from that movie-

"You work on commision, right?"
"Yes, why?"
"Big Mistake. Big, BIG mistake.."

lol...hey do you want your streamer back...and give me answers for my project...grrrrr