ANGRY LITTLE LADY BLOG

Life getting in the way of blogging

2008-10-17T19:07:00.000-07:00

I can't believe this man…

I start a blog and voila! I get a call from a former job to take a 2nd shift. Well I'm a whore for money and so I took it. They don't pay nearly as good as my current job but I've always felt good under extreme pressure (working 2 jobs, 6 hrs. a day, tiring out my organism through caffeine shots! ) but most importantly, I’ve always felt good cashing 2 paychecks.

So here I am, and I haven't had the time to continue posting BUT … since I'm in love with my new baby blog and the incredible discovery of twitter then I thought I'd come back with some type of blog post at least to fill up empty space.

Don't get me wrong, I continue to be an angry little lady with an angry life. In fact, just yesterday I ordered chicken from a place called RostiPollos which sells, well, roasted chicken. I called in my order at 10:47am because I was starving and I tend to get angry when hungry so I thought I'd better be safe and order way before lunch time.

Well guess at what time did the cold, tasteless piece of crappy poultry arrived at my workplace?

1:30pm!!!

After many phone calls back and forth, all their customer service rep. could offer me was a dessert to compensate me for my trouble. Obviously, I was not going to pay a dime for the food and I didn’t want their shitty desert.

The delivery guy got lost twice in trying to deliver the food. I had just spoken to their manager and they agreed that due to the inconvenience they would send me the meal for free but the delivery guy had no clue so he was pretty reluctant to let me keep the food and not take money back for it – I don’t blame him, he’s probably thinking ‘Am I gonna get charged for this ladies lunch?’ cause’ she sure is drop-dead gorgeous but I ain’t buying her no lunch from my salary money!’ … I blame the manager instead. And the moron who took my order and their useless call center that failed in handling a customers’ claim properly and on time. I also blame customers for continuing to buy at places like these that do not value patronage and who cannot run an organized business for the love of God, even if this represents MONEY, yes green, hard, cold cash, coming in.

I honestly just wonder… don’t they love money just as much as me or the next business? Then why on earth would they jeopardize their source of income by failing so miserably at delivering a single, uncomplicated food order. I can understand if I’m ordering a paella for 250 people but a freaking chicken order with salad and some refried beans? I mean geez the food was even COLD when it arrived. To me their shameless display of worthlessness as a business, flushes down the toilet all the budget that probably goes to branding & marketing efforts, making a nice menu, creating a decent website and hiring employees. What I would do with all that money!
Aaarrrgghhhh It angers me greatly.

Customer Service in Costa Rica is basically non-existent. On the other hand it’ll give me an edge when I finally have a business. It’s a piece of cake to punch the lights out of the competitors even if you don’t have all that much money to invest. Yay!

Smart phones: The clone wars

2008-10-10T09:54:00.001-07:00

And I still don’t have a phone. Yes, that’s right. Believe it or not, in this day and age, the angry little lady does not have a cell phone of her own. I irresponsibly ran my last bill too high and thus my service was disconnected. I was really infuriated at myself for letting me do stupid things my phone, particularly because I had spent most of the money talking long hrs. with a pathetic excuse for an ex-boyfriend with commitment issues (no shit! A guy with commitment issues? An absolute rarity - Never seen such thing before!! ) so I decided to not have a phone until I could

1) Pay off the bill

2) Manage my money responsibly on a daily basis.

3) Stop dating morons

I completed the 1^st step. I settled the bill (yay! Said the phone company).

Now, since the 2^nd or third option haven’t really taken place yet I still don’t allow myself to reconnect my phone service or continue to engage in any type of relationships with broke, emotionally unavailable losers. Still, that doesn’t mean I’m not interested in the fierce smartphone battle for supremacy, so you can expect me to find myself informed about the new trend of technologically omnipotent phones.

From what I’ve read the iPhone is no longer the Supreme ruler in Smartphone-land. Others have come a long way in trying to climb to the iPhone’s throne and take over but its proven difficult. I hear the Blackberry Storm is the first device that gets dangerously close to the overall look and feel of Apple’s iPhone. On the other hand, the most common complaint I hear is that the Storm doesn’t have Wi-Fi and since Verizon Wireless is the carrier some users are complaining about having to pay for crappy applications and services.

Some of the high tech goodies that come bundled in the Storm include the ability to work in more than 200 countries, it has a built-in 3.2 megapixels camera that records video as well, GPS, instant messenger capabilities, and it features the capacity to view and edit Microsoft Office documents. Others say it is not yet the iPhone killer', the Antichrist predicted by developers but then again, there’s another strong contender ready to bring it on: that’s the G1 Google phone. With its open source “Android” feature, users will give Google the big bucks by contributing to its development. How convenient isn’t it? These Google guys do not cease to amaze me. The phone has caused some stir but it happened to be born at a bad time: recession is at its best and being that the US economy obviously affects all markets worldwide it makes it that more difficult for the G1 to get a good start.

Right now I honestly don’t even know why is the thought of expensive fancy looking phones crossing my mind: I mean I got a loser of an ex who doesn’t even call, I’m using my mom’s cell phone in the meantime and probably running her a big tab too so the money management philosophy isn’t working –thank you very much- and I’m as broke as the Lehman Brothers (bad enough considering they are two, you know)

Oh well, I’m not so angry today. Mostly tired and although I know you can’t get enough of my rants, I’ll have to stop here.

HSM3: No it is not a new disease but as if it were

2008-10-07T17:09:00.000-07:00

If you’re over 20 years old and not a parent yet, then you probably don't know what HSM3 is and you probably feel the same way I do about this subject: High School Musical is a retarded, lame commercial representation that -in no way- portrays actual high school experiences accurately -or this generation- or half of adolescents in the world for that matter. Plus; it’s made to rob parents out of their hard-earned money and to launch a new breed of so called “teen stars” with the sole purpose of replacing Britney Spears.

If you’re over 20, you do like High School Musical and you’re proudly searching for the release date of their new movie High School Musical 3: Senior Year then this just in for you: you are a moron.

And hey, don’t get aggressive on me: I don’t mean to be a pain, I respect everyone’s likes and dislikes but I am an angry little lady, and so it is my duty to say these things.

I really don’t know what’s up with Americans and musicals. Honestly. When I was a kid, I considered sitting to watch Mary Poppins a cruel method of torture. The sappy songs, the overly dramatized goodness of this bullshit nanny… Agghh, it was all sickening to me, even as an angry little kid. But you gotta hand it to High School Musical: a bunch of talentless, egothistical kids singing these really dull songs that sound like a mutation between N’Sync and the Backstreet Boys (I told everyone we should’ve killed them when we had a chance before they bred!).

Is this what we’re giving tweens to feed on? I know my generation had the New Kids on the Block and yes, they were pretty lame too but even we acknowledged it back then. Don’t try to disguise these kids as talented. Don’t try to make parents buy every f’ing sequel or album because there’s a new one every single month, or so it seems at least. Now it’s the Senior Year. Oh good God! did they finally graduate? Great! I thought they were too busy flirting, singing and making drama. Oh and doing some really lousy acting as well. Just check out some of the titles Disney took out:

High School Musical 2 Non-Stop Dance Party
High School Musical Hits Collection
High School Musical 2
High School Musical (Special Edition)
High School Musical: The Concert

Yes the multi-colored list is on purpose!*

Oh really? Don’t they have High School Musical Rehab Special: One day at a time and High School Musical Teenage Parenting edition? Oh! And how about High School Musical: Scientology hymns … I bet you no one’s thought of that one yet!

In any case, our society is to blame first for this phenomenon. We take whatever the media gives us. A sharp marketing guru says: let’s dress up these 20 yr. old schmucks and portray them as innocent 15 yr. old high school kids, make them sing catchy idiotic songs – don’t worry about the lyrics, have the janitor write ‘em- and then let ‘em loose. A good percentage will mess up and the scandals alone will bring us some pretty quick bucks in the future. How about that? Ok I’m done for the day. And voila! Enter HSM3 the Senior Year.

Even annoying teenagers agree with me… Don’t believe me? Check out this 15 year old boy complaining about it! (If you get past his awkward haircut and his homophobia, his rant is pretty valid so that’s why he’s earned a spot in my heart and should earn a spot in a barber shop too! )

AN ANGRY LITTLE FAIRY TALE

2008-10-06T19:20:00.000-07:00

So this is how it all began...

Once upon a time, there was this angry little lady. She was broke, she was stuck at her cubicle and she had nothing to do. Through her tiny little brain, all that wandered was the thought of becoming rich. Yes. If a bunch of morons were “making a living” off the internet oh, yes, she was about to do it too.

Then the questions arrived like tiny annoying goblets asking stupid shit like “Oh but who will visit your blog?” … “What shall you write about?” … “English is not your first language you whimpering pudge”… but the Angry Little Lady (ALL -which I think kicks ass for an acronym-) decided for once, she wouldn’t listen to the little bastards. This one time, she was going to chase the American dream!

But, where would she build this empire? Her future and the future of her descendants? This online universe that was going to unfold before her eyes… was Blogger worthy of it?… Would Wordpress cut it?

She googled it and in 2 minutes remembered she was flat broke. If Wordpress charges anything for their blogs that pretty much disqualifies them right off the bat. If the blog was going to make money, it wasn’t about to start losing it before raking in the first dollar. So that’s how it all began ladies and gentleman, the angry little lady took about 5 min. of her precious time to open a blogger account, pick a template and the rest is history...

The Angry Little Lady is sometimes not so angry, sometimes she is just a bit irritated, but it could be 2 known causes: hunger or heat. Either way she gets pretty moody with those two. The good thing is, when the Angry Little Lady is angry you can squeeze some fabulous posts from her. Her boss probably knew that and kept her in an eternal loop of disappointment and anger so she would produce her best work! Some say it is a new technique in personal motivation.

In any case, this blog will liberate her from the clutches of her 9-5 job FOREVER! Oh and by the way in this blog we'll discuss anything and everything mercilessly: from celebrity issues, world news, products, music, politics, food, sex, to anything I can get my hands on (or not) I will be probably ranting or glorifying it so if you visit often you're in for a lot of fun.

So now you know. I respectfully ask you to subscribe and visit often …and pass the link. And nominate the blog somewhere. And anything else you can think of to make us rank somehow.

Pretty please?