Wednesday, February 21, 2007

WTD: Immoral Ticket Scalping

I’m attempting to scalp a concert ticket this week and it is going less than perfect. Once again craigslist has set forth its fair share of Creepy McCreep A Lot’s. When does ‘Give your best offer’ entail anything other than a price? Further more I’m trying to make some money because I decided last week that I needed to buy 3 polo shirts. One just wasn’t enough even though I have 3 others at home in similar colors. So all in all I’m illegally scalping tickets, getting harassed, all to pay for polo shirt compulsive spending habit. WTD?

WTD: Best thing ever!


Thursday, February 15, 2007

WTD: Client Trickery

This is the second time this week a client has tricked me into completing the work they are supposed to do for me. Each time they claim I told them I would do this for them. I don’t remember any of these conversations. I know it doesn’t sound like something I would willing do, as I don’t really like to help out complete morons who are probably getting paid double my salary but know nothing about GIS. But I guess since I am the one that fell for it, I’m the moron. Damn it I hate it when that happens.

Thursday, February 1, 2007

WTD: Holy Craptactulance!

The week/month long birthdays were a lot of fun back when I had metabolism and a full functioning liver, however now I’m just trying to make it until next week.
The past ten days have resulted in this.
- 7 Thai meals (most were in the past 3 days)
- More wine than I can even conceive. Wine fridge used to be stocked- for a day and now it is just vast black space. The trashcan certainly looks like a wine wasteland.
- 1 crazy bright blue martini beverage I know couldn’t have been good for me.
- At least a beer a day to try and get over my anxiety of all of my consumption. Really what’s another 146 empty calories anyway?
- Zero attempts at working out. It is freezing here and I’ve come to realize DC has maybe 15 days a year of weather that doesn’t piss you off.
Crapulence- This sums up what happens when you turn 26. It’s just craptactular.