Oh, I don't think so....
(To be read with much emphasis on the word "think"...)
Man, what the fark is WRONG with people? Goddamned Nextel damned near gave me a heart attack just a while ago. I logged into my bank account and immediately saw that something was way wrong... missing over three hundred bucks and shit. I called the 877 number for my bank, got a person who SPOKE ENGLISH for a damned change and discovered that stupid-assed Nextel has as much as double-charged me for the phone added to George's account for Jr. that I used my credit card for. Long story (and numerous phone calls) short... it's SOP.Apparently, they charge you for the "estimated" bill at the time you do the order.
Then, two days later, at 2:30am, they figure out how much the tax and shipping REALLY are and re-charge you for the correct amount, with the first amount to be "released" 72 hours later. It'd be NICE if they'd TELL A PERSON THAT IN THE FIRST FUCKIN' PLACE!!! And, I finally did it.... I talked to the Boss about Jose. Not only do I hate him in the first place, but this morning at 5:30am, he came out of the parlor screaming- by himself-, then starting whistling real loud and I just. went. BERZERK!!!! (much like Billy Jack). I didn't do anything to him, but I did make it known in general that he needed to STFU and grow up while he was at it, then he decided to threaten Jr. over the money he's owed, so... that was IT. I found the Boss and asked him if the little dickbag (didn't word it that way to the Boss) still owed him $900 for that accident he had and tried to get the Boss to commit insurance fraud about for him and the Boss said "Yeeeah..." and then I told him about the speakers and the price and the payment arrangements that were made at the beginning of the deal and that Jose has become increasingly more obnoxious about collecting AND about what stupid Nextel has done, albeit temporarily, to my bank account and that I was gonna go get the last $200 owed for the speakers and give it to him, the Boss, because I know Asshole owes him and, while I'm at it, Boss... "I don't know what your personal stand is on drugs, but that little jerk asked me if I wanted any coke yesterday and I hadn't even so much as LOOKED at him when he asked me that. I told him HELL NO and then, I don't know if it was this last time, or the time before when Jr.'s buddy was here, but there was also a black guy here and he (Jr.'s friend) saw Jose dealing something to the black guy in the back room and just turned around and got the hell outta there..." Then, I also told him what the other dude who works here said about Jose, the heroin dealing, crack smoking and shit and said that if the Boss has been on the fence about firing him, he oughta just go on and fall off of it on the side of gettin' him the hell outta here before he ends up with the DEA (not to mention the INS) raiding the place. He said, "Yeah, but it's so hard to find someone to replace him...", at which point I literally waggled my fingers at him and said, "I know you've said you don't like husband and wife teams because they always fight and try to put you in the middle, but, you've got the one "team" here now that won't do that to ya. I'll come out here and help you guys. Ain't nothing I can't do, treating, drying off, milking, shots and I've already had done to me everything a cow can do to hurt a person, even if it's just til ya find somebody else, I'll do it, just so you can get that moron outta here, if ya want..." Then, the milk-tester guy showed up, so we finished up and the Boss said thanks and I said I'd see him in a bit with the two hundred. So.
Wanna fuckin' PLAY, Jose? Play with this, ya fuckwit. And, Nextel?
Really.
Y'all need to let somebody know these weird banking things y'all do.
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