
Despite promising to quit once again, Katherine Heigl was spotted puffing on a ciggie in Long Beach yesterday.
I feel your pain, Katie!!!
I’m still on the non-smoking wagon, but omifuckinggod you guys last night I had to call Dell tech support — in India — because they were supposed to send me a box to ship my laptop in so they could fix it (yes, we are STILL trying to fix that damn laptop) and the box never came.
So I called them to relay the following information: I did not get the box. Please resend it.
This took HALF AN HOUR.
Seriously the little Indian man was like super duper interested in SOLVING THE MYSTERY of where the box went. I was like “I don’t know where the box is. If I knew where the box was I would not be calling you. I would have put my laptop IN the box and shipped it off to be fixed. See?” And he was like “Our records indicate that the box was left at the door of your apartment” and I was like “That’s basically impossible, since you need a security key to get up to my floor. Packages are always left at the office.” And then we need to discuss for like 10 minutes exactly what kind of security is required to get up to my floor and I’m just like “Jesus fucking Christ, send it again and leave it with the leasing office!” and he’s like, “Yes, we did, we left it at your apartment door” and I’m like, “What part of ‘leasing office’ sounds like ‘apartment door’ to you?” and then he’s back on the details of my complex’s security system and I’m like “OMFG can I please talk to someone who understands the subtleties of the English language???” and he was like “Uh, so you do not know where the box is?” and I’m like “Motherfucker it is a CARDBOARD BOX not a NUCLEAR MISSILE just SEND IT AGAIN.” Seriously I checked my cell phone data afterward and it took us THIRTY-TWO MINUTES to agree that he did, in fact, need to resend a fucking cardboard box. Dell probably spent more money on long-distance fees routing that fucking call to India than it is going to cost them to ship another goddamn cardboard box to my fucking LEASING OFFICE. ZOMG.
Anyway.
That was last night, and I’ve wanted a cigarette SO BAD ever since.
Grrrr.