Monthly Archives: June 2011

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Dear wolf crying, drama Queens.

The one thing I truly dislike about social media is the blatant abuse of it.  I get constant invites to bullshit “causes” such as tell Zynga to do what-the-fuck-ever with my farm/mafia/game show/ kid brother/ my pet monster, whatever.

THAT AIN’T A FUCKING CAUSE YO!

Causes was created so that people who have legitimate charities/NFP organizations and  such to raise money and awareness about things that are important, you know like cancer?!? Your farm? Not so much.

I don’t say that to be insensitive or mean, I play the odd game here and there on FB to procrastinate from doing things that I should be doing pass the time.  There’s nothing wrong with that, although abusing such things like that are.  So. Very. Wrong.  So yeah, I report those. 

Yeah I totally am one of those people.

Anyway, another thing I dislike about social media in general is the need for it to be a popularity contest for some, an audience for others.  Whatever the reason, some people abuse it to a whole other level.  Such as a need to churn up constant drama!  Especially when I see things like this:

OMFG! NO ONE LOVES ME, I WANT TO DIE </3

I’M GOING TO GO KILL MYSELF RIGHT NOW!

(enter dramatic sigh/sob here)

You know what I say to that?

PLEASE DO!  Because then I don’t have to:

  • A. block you from my news-feed anymore and/or kick you off my friends list for being a drama queen douche.
  • B. Wonder if this time you’re actually being fucking serious or not.
  • C. Waste my precious time and training trying to help you help yourself when really you just have a low self esteem and need some fucking redemption of yourself!

Suicide is serious, so stop fucking around about it and making it into some personal fucking game for your attention seeking ways!

It’s not to say that I don’t care.  Because clearly I DO otherwise I wouldn’t bother with this, nor this.  Suicide is no stranger to my life and out of all the people I lost, not one of them went ahead and broadcasted it all over the fucking internet.  The signs were there (they always are) however they’re so subtle that you might not notice them if you’re not paying attention.  The key to communication is to not only listen, but to hear what’s NOT being said.  So when you scream suicide online like some fucking drama Queen idiot, the only thing you’re saying to me is this: I need help, I need someone to love me.  NOT :I want to die.

So you think about this the next time you want to say shit like that, think about the people’s heads you’re fucking with, simply because you need attention.

Think long and fucking hard.

-Steph

 

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Dear Thieving Assbag…

It has come to my attention that you reached into my account and robbed me to the tune of $490.00.  Well I got news for you there French fried, welfarian, douche-bag, ass-hat.

I’m coming for you. Never mind the cops, I have my own special brand of justice once I find out who you are, and I will.  Trust me on that.

I’m no innocent, but I am sure as fuck not greedy enough to rob people needlessly of their hard earned money.  I admire technology, I embrace it, hell even *I* can respect the fact that with one swipe of a card you can clean out all the account information that’s been set forth by trusting souls.  It’s people like you that chip technology was created.  It’s not fool-proof but I happen to know exactly where this incident occurred, because the same franchise who’s  apparently too fucking cheap not up to speed with advanced technology has allowed this to happen before.

Except my bank (and most others) are usually on the ball and up to speed about fraud attempts and every single time you or some other welfarian bastard who can’t be bothered to get a job tries to rob someone, you get stopped before you have the option of stealing from anyone.  Except this time, temporarily you have won.

Problem is, you got greedy.  You’re also a fucking idiot who apparently doesn’t have one iota of a clue how to do this.  Who is dumb enough to use the same bank machine?  You must be French, English people aren’t that dense.  English people also rarely do business at Desjardins in QC because they won’t rarely serve you in English (this is Quebec after all) You see, there’s video footage of you being captured by the machine you used.

Lot’s of it.

Why?  Because you, being a fucking idiot stood there and helped yourself to my account 6 times.  5 of those attempts being successful, one of them not.  My account is not a bottomless pit and I’m smart enough to have a limit of $500.00/day for bank withdrawals.  I’m sure you’re disappointed by that.   I also don’t ever use non TD machines either because the fee’s are outrageous.  At least you had the courtesy to leave me enough money to pay my rent cheque.  One should be thankful for small favors in times such as this.

Do you not think that you’re not going to get caught for raping my bank account?  You will and I will rue to see that day come forth, because I am pressing charges against your sorry ass.

Because I can.

So while technology has enabled you to rob me, it’s also technology that’s going to see you ass fucked for a very, very long time.  My money has since been returned.  My bank has me protected 100% for UN-authorized usage of my account.  I also have a new bank card with a shiny new pin number.

I look forward to the day that you get arrested for violating me, I also look forward to your court date.  I plan on being there that day, I want to see who you are.  You best remember my face because I know that when I see it, I sure as hell won’t ever forget yours.  No one is going to miss you when I staple your balls to the tracks at the train station and I eagerly await the arrival of the train that’s going to run your sorry ass over.

You should also be damn grateful that the only mouth I have to feed is my own, because God help you if I had kids and no bank insurance.

You’d be dead by now.

Karma is a bitch and sometimes, her name is Steph.  Don’t forget that either. >_<

Love, Steph

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I don’t much care for Canada post right now…

I have to say that I am more then a little annoyed that Canada post is in lock down mode which means that my old navy order is stuck at the Ville St. Laurent mail facility and my amazon order is in limbo somewhere in Mississauga ON.  Oh labor disputes, they all boil down to money don’t they?  I’ve read some of the commentary left behind by disgruntled workers and disgruntled people not getting their mail.  I do wholly concur that ALL government employee’s are grossly over-paid.  Although as a Canada post employee pointed out: We have to work in -40 below weather, deal with dogs, stairs and blah blah blah, therefore we deserve a good wage.

Right…

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t have much of a clue about what goes on in regards to delivering mail.  I will however use my own job as an example of private VS government.  I work at a private daycare and I LOVE my job.  Is the pay good?  I do all right although working under a government regulated daycare I would start at $6.00/hr more then what I make now.  Do I have benefits provided through my job? No, I invested in private insurance for extra’s like dental and so forth.  Do I get accumulated sick days? No.  Do I get an ass load of vacation time? No.  As a matter of fact, I only take a few days off once or twice a year so that God forbid I can spend Christmas with my family and perhaps take some time to have my family and friends visit me.  Why?  Because at my job, there’s only one person who can actually do my job and do it right.  When I want to take vacation time I need to ensure that everything is prepared ahead of time with a long list of instructions just to take 5 days off (2 of those being a weekend).  I don’t even want to fathom what an uproar my taking a *gasp* week or more would do!

I don’t have a union, I have a boss that I trust.  I don’t just cook for a 100 people a day, 5 days a week; I help discipline children who misbehave ,  I kiss boo-boo’s, wipe noses, do first aid, put in orders, help out educators when were short staffed or God forbid they need to pee, I do laundry, I do maintenance and the occasional repair .  I am so much more then a Chef at where I work and in all likely hood deserve a lot more then what I get paid to do.  However, at the end of the day, I LOVE my job and I do it well.  There will be no pension plan for me when I choose to retire, if I get sick, well that’s my problem.  Doesn’t matter how shitty the weather is, I still need to go in an work.  So while I respect what a mail carrier does, stop your bitching and needless greed.  Because at the end of the day, there are FAR more people in this world who work their asses off for shit money.  That’s not always a choice that people have either.  I know people with PHD’s and other fancy degree’s who are either UN-employed or sling burgers and fries at fast food joints, not because they want to…

Because they have to.

So that being said, children who are working in sweat shops for a dollar a day, the  people who work in sweat shop like factories and what not, doing back breaking work for minimum wage and I could go on… 

They work just as hard if not harder and deserve a decent wage too no?

OK yes *my* stuff getting stuck in transit sucks.  Complaining about it makes me sound a little like a spoiled brat, I know.  However what about the people who rely on the mail to make a living each and every single day?  They’re going to be starving soon because you can’t get over yourselves and come to an agreement.  I know there’s always more to the story, I also love a good set of principals, however at the end of the day it’s the general public who will be literally paying for your mistakes.

I feel bad for those people, I really do.  From my own personal perspective, if my shit doesn’t arrive soon I’m going to be pissed; make no mistake about that!

 

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I am Canadian: the 2011 edition

I got this in an e-mail (thanks Brad!), some things I feel should be broadcasted not merely forwarded.  Sadly, I agree with pretty much all of this.
I am in the minority in Calgary ,Vancouver , Toronto and every casino in this country..

I was born in the forties, fifties or sixties, yet I am somehow responsible for some First Nations people being screwed out of their land in the 1700’s!
I pay import tax on cars made in Ontario

I am allowed to skydive and smoke, but not allowed to drive without a seat belt.

All the money I make until mid July must go to paying taxes..

I live and work among people who believe Americans are Ignorant…  These same people cannot name their own country’s new territory.

Although I am sometimes forced to live on hamburgers and don’t have a pot to piss in, I sleep well knowing that my taxes helped purchase a nice six figure home in Vancouver for some unskilled refugee.

Although they are unpatriotic and constantly try to separate… Quebec still provides most of my nation’s prime ministers. (Which explains everything no?)

95% of my nation’s international conflicts are over fish.

I’m supposed to call black people African Canadians, although I’m sure none of them have ever been to Africa for that matter.

I am being told that paying a 200% tax on alcohol is fair. 

I am also being told that the same tax on gasoline is also fair.

Even if I have no idea what happened to that old rifle my Grandfather gave me when I was 14, I will be considered a criminal if I don’t register it.

I am being told that spending $15 billion to promote the French language in the rest of Canada is fair when the province of

Quebec doesn’t support or even recognize the ENGLISH language.  (you got that right!) 

I am being told that paying $1.8 million for 3 Stripes (‘The Voice of Fire’ painting in Ottawa) by the National Art Gallery was a good purchase, even though 99% of this country didn’t want it or will ever see it.

When I look at my pension and realize that I take home a third of what I actually make, I say ‘Oh well, at least we have better health
care than the U.S.A..’

I must bail out big corporations who drive their business into the ground and say, ‘yeah that’s ok.’ And When they move all their manufacturing plants and jobs to a third world country and say, ‘no problem.’

I must fork over my portion of the 11.5 million dollars to show the Queen of England and her family a good time visiting in my country even though I can’t afford to visit the province next to me. (yeah, that would apply to me too)

My National Anthem has versions in both official languages.

Canada is the highest taxed nation in North America, the biggest Military buffer for the United States, and the number one destination for fleeing terrorists. (Hell yes, come to Canada.  ALL of you!) 

The Lord’s prayer is not allowed in our schools anymore because of other religions who chose to move here.

I am an angry white person. 

I am one pissed off taxpayer, who is broke

I am Canadian !!!