I love being a dick to people who try to sell me stuff on the phone.
It's fun.
Some cow double glazing saleswoman rang me up right before school once and I said something like 'I don't really have time for one such as you' in a gay voice and she told me to fuck off.
As funny as it is, you'd think we a job as easy as hers the basic principles of politeness could be adhered to.
I was customer service for a bank, people called me. I could never do phone sales, the whole concept irritates the hell out of me.
I had this girl solicit me at a outdoor shopping area to buy some cologne from her, and I was like "I don't wear cologne", and when she persisted to try and sell it to me I just told her "Cologne is for faggots" and walked off.
My friends were like "daaamn, that was cold". You can't give people like that any opening or they won't shut up.
fixedI'm listening to the Smashing Pumpkins and having some mad time.
I've been apartment hunting lately. I've seen a few places I like, but it's so hard to know what else is out there, or what deals I might be missing. I don't really have the time to pound the pavement in the area I like looking for openings that are poorly advertised. I figure I can spend about a third of what I make on rent+utilities, so that gives me some good options, but probably still limited to studios.