So my piece of shit HP printer which I bought less than 2 months ago is deciding to boycott on the WHOLE MOTHER FUCKING THING IT'S SUPPOSED TO DO which is printing. Because I was trying to be stealth at work and do my wedding shit there I neglected to pick up the last page of my invitees so I'm flying blind while stuffing the envelopes I should have done oh.....2 weeks ago.
But I digress. Anyhoo, HP was supposed to call me per the possible mouth breather I was on their service chat with to get my credit card info for when they send me my new printer since the one I currently have is defective. They need my card info because I guess if I don't send back the piece of shit one within 30 days, they'll charge me for the new one. Nice. Anyway the chick calls and I'm on the fucking bus. I tell her I'm not exactly in prime card number giving territory. She says she'll call back. Right. That was a week ago. So, I call new mouthbreather at HP to say hey, what's the fucking deal with my call? Of course this is during my meltdown while attempting to print the missing page of my list of invitees. So much snark was unleashed.
Zeen chooses that moment to say, hey why don't we hang up the invites and regroup tomorrow. I'm all no we're doing them tonight. I say why don't you go watch tv (since that's what you really want to do I say in my head). Right that moment I was like for real homes? You could totally get punched. So here I am, ranting and he's fucking chillin watching 24.
That's about to be done. I'm headed back to the salt mines uh.....invites.
Later......
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