Getting In The Lifeboat (Titanic)

Ok, so my plan was to save the sixteen hundred some dollars I got from my tax return for when I move to Vancouver. Unfortunately though, I needed to shut up those asshole credit card people who call me EVERY MORNING and leave messages with my father. (I told him they're my friends.) Seriously, why do the losers at Mastercard call and leave messages saying "Bonjour, this is a message for Skinny Rabbit (pronounced wrong). This is Madame DesJardins calling from Sears Mastercard. It is very important that you call us back today." Type thing. I have issues with them calling me and leaving their name. Especially since when I call back it's not like I ask for that specific person, since I get directed to the next available operator anyway. I think I'll bring that up to them the next time I call. I should actually probably demand to speak to the very person who called me.

Here's another uninteresting story. I called Rogers Wireless today to report a payment. When you first talk to them, they ask you for some information like your name, address, phone number and date of birth, to ensure that they are speaking the account holder. Fine. So we're past that point and it turns out they had the wrong home phone number for me. So I ask them which phone number they had. She says she's not allowed to give out information. I'm sorry? You can't give information to me about me? So she just asks for my new phone number in order to update. Then she says she assumes my work number is wrong as well, so I ask her what number she has listed for me. She again refuses and asks for the new number. Why do they have to be such assholes? I don't have the authority to know what information of mine they had listed, but I do have the authority to have them change it? Isn't that a little bit twisted? Moving on.

So I somehow manage to make everyone of those bastards I owe money to happy today by paying $150 to HBC, $300 on Mastercard, $300 on Visa, and $550 on Rogers. And I still have a little bit left over to live. Now hopefully they won't be harassing me for at least another few days, those jerkfaces, cause I'm starting to get REALLY pissed. One of the managers at work told me yesterday that someone called and asked for me and she was rude and hung up on him cause she was busy. I said good, because it was a credit card company. She pulled me aside later to ask if I was in trouble and I told her about my debt and I think she likes me.

I'm going to Montreal tomorrow. I just happen to have the day off and my brother just happens to also be going as well, so I have a free ride. I get to spend the day in my favourite Canadian city, where I'll be driving around town the back seat, while my driver drives around. Eventually I'll stop in a hotel and find Neenia at the reception desk collecting her necklace droppings. She'll look up and see me and start crying. I'll console her and then run up to the sixth floor to kick some Russian ass. She'll then trip me and we'll laugh and most likely have some sex. I'll also hopefully help her find that stupid question mark.