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Thursday, August 31

 

That guy wrote our company back:

This is from the "gentleman" that E-mailed us this morning.

-----Original Message-----
From: XXXXXXX
Sent: Thursday, August 31, 2006 3:07 PM
To: XXXXXXX
Subject:
I appologize for the email but i was very distraute
I am sorry for the lauguage
but you guys really never notified me and adviced me and its disturbing


BUY A DICTIONARY!! Dear fucking christ.

Lynnette 3:01 PM

 

My job fucking rules. This is what we receive from people who are pissed off about their rate increases. Please note the grammar, spelling, and also know that this is two messages from the same man:


1) Subject: legalized theft
Message: my policy M-UH56670 How can your company raise my homeowners by $2300 hundred dollars and not notify me months before to let me know of this increase. I will send this to the wallstreet journal with hopes of them exsposing company theft against the public. My home is brand new and my policy was $1360 a year you guys are bastards raising it over $2300 hundred dollars to $3500 take your policy and drop dead. out of customer respect i deserved to be notified months ago about this increase. You son of a bitches I will be at the voting booth voting democratic november 6 for newley elected officials and they will take on this corruption

2) I am extremely distraute after fining out about my policy. I was never contacted before hand of a price increase from $1360 to $3600. My home is brand new with hurricane shutters and is fully protected. I am so dam mad you people are getting away with this and the people are suffering paying these prices. Take your policy and shuff it up your asshole.


My job fucking rules. Most of the time these people call, most of the time I have to hear this on the phone.

Lynnette 7:46 AM

Wednesday, August 30

 

I am so fucking ready for Matty to be here. Twelve days needs to fly by goddamn it!

Lynnette 8:11 PM

Tuesday, August 29

 

One year ago today...

I was driving with Steve and my cat through the storm that ran ahead of Hurricane Katrina. At one point in Kentucky I thought we were going to have to “hunker down” at a rest area, with a couple of guys who were on motorcycles. Every time they pulled off the highway, so did we. Even the radio was out because of the weather; just warning signals.

It was so dark you couldn’t see the clouds, to see if there were any tornadoes touching down in the area. When I got to one rest area I saw a weather map on a tv, saw Katrina was JUST South of us, and called my friend Amy in Denver for an update. She was laughing saying things like “dude, get the fuck out of there!” Yeah, thanks, Crackbaby! We made it to Saint Petersburg in one piece after driving 23 hours straight through the feeder bands of one of the most destructive hurricanes in history.

Lovely. Oh what one year has brought me.

Last night I had my first college class in over five years. One kid came in carrying a skateboard. Before class two girls sat in the corner and giggled, whispering childishly to one another. I drew Hitler moustache’s on people in the newspaper and waited for the time to pass; I had shown up way too fucking early, simply because I feared being late on the first day (big phobia with me). Then I managed to come home and start my homework, reading a dreary text.

Then my Sims had twins. Their third and fourth child.

It was a full day for me.

Lynnette 8:23 AM

Sunday, August 27

 

Sunning topless and a hurricane a'comin'...

I just spent better part of the last hour laying outside, topless, reading a Wonder Woman comic. The comic really wasn't that bad, but there wasn't as much bondage as I would have liked. Now my boobs are more tanned, and my shoulder is burned, but at least I probably gave the neighbor kids a thrill and maybe the weirdo who lives next door. Really, I don't mind.

I, ahem...did keep imagining that Matty was inside of the house watching me....

I'm glad I went out when I did; apparently the sun was only planning on being out for an hour today. It seems like we're already getting the rain in front of Tropical Storm Ernesto. The feeder bands are likely to reach Tampa Bay which means lots of rain and wind for my area. Rain...mmm rain. Check it, if it takes a turn more towards the east, it's headed right for Florida.

Lynnette 1:40 PM

Wednesday, August 23

 

Smell is one of the greatest triggers of memories.

For me, nothing creates more vivid memories than the smell of melting crayons in the sun. The smell hits me and the entire scene washes over me; me in my backyard in Seattle, and realizing that my entire box of crayons was left on my mom's easel...now nothing but melted wax mixed in with Smith & Binney wrappers. I remember a bright summer sun, rare in that time before the global warming really kicked Seattle summers into the 90s, and having to cool off the easel in the sun to harden the wax. The easel now sits in the basement of my folks' house in Omaha, and I'm sure there are still traces of crayon wax in the tray.

Fucking crayons. I love the smell of crayons...

Lynnette 3:29 PM

Saturday, August 19

 

They're making a movie version of yet another book I'm reading...

Lynnette 7:45 PM

 

Here's to Saturday, and some sun on my shoulders...

Well to end a perfect work week, Friday afternoon from 3-5pm I had my mid-year performance review with my manager. Among the general bullshit chit-chat, he felt the need to apologize to me because he feels that he gave me too much opportunity and too much responsibility too early on. After only being in the position three months I was given the task of managing an entire project and subsequently training our entire department on the guidelines and procedures of this new company with which we were now processing work. My manager stated that because I was so new, and given that chance that many people found me to be "cocky" and a "know-it-all". Because people had this perception of me, he apologized and said it was his fault.

You know what, asshole? Your apology doesn't change the fact that people think I'm a cocky know-it-all. Maybe if you'd hire competent people I wouldn't have to know everything and help them day in, day out.

My boyfriend Matty told me to stick it out until he gets there. He'll help me deal with the stress and financially I'll be in a better position to look for another job.
Today I'm still sorting through clothes for the goodwill...I also am getting to the point where I'm eye-balling my beloved sweaters. Do I need them? Do I need them? Chances are, no. I don't need a lot of the things that I have around my house and they must be purged.

Later, if I can manage it, I'm going for a walk on the beach.

Lynnette 10:03 AM

Tuesday, August 15

 

I just broke down crying at work because a caller asked me how I could sleep at night. This statement was preceded by a number of insults and barbs directed at me personally, and I did my best to defend myself with the typical "Sir, please contact your agent if this information is incorrect." "Sir, this increase is required to properly insure your home." "Sir, why are you being such a fucking asshole to me when I'm simply trying to do my fucking job?"

My stress needs to be saved for tests and finals. This week I'm going to revamp my resume and rework my budget, see what kind of paycut I can afford, and start applying for jobs elsewhere.

I'm done.

Lynnette 9:36 AM

Sunday, August 13

 

Boredom. Never a good thing in my house...

So I had a little experiment with my fucking insane head of hair. Here is the first step:

I wrapped all my hair in these little foam rollers...I shouldn't put this pictures up, but.. eh. Nobody looks at this site anyway...so it's sort of like the tree that falls in the woods...

Then I sat around all day looking like a retarded housewife; I even did laundry and dishes. I expected any second for a man to come barging into the kitchen demanding both his dinner and sex. Alas, it didn't happen, and I was disappointed.

After all that fuss, and a wasted day I took it out and realized that my experiment was just that.. and experiment. I have a lot of fucking hair!! Next time I'll know not to wind them so tight.

Lynnette 7:43 PM

 

I'm ready for bed. That is how utterly bored I am.

Lynnette 2:36 PM

 

So on the day I went to meet Matty at the train station, for the first time, it went a little like this.

I arrived in Omaha around 2pm. I was given the gayest fucking rental car one could have imagined: 2007 Chevy HHR. What the fuck is an HHR? The car was so gay it took me 15 minutes to figure out how to roll up the windows, and another 10 minutes of looking in the manual once I reached my mom's house just to figure out how to open the hatchback door. Not to mention the fact that when I arrived at Kitty's my fucking aunt Mary was there, lingering. I don't like to see my extended family within 4 hours of my arrival in town, I just don't. I need my Kitty time; clearly I was to be deprived of this time. I pitched a fit, tossed a couple of cuss words and left to buy toiletries at the white trash Shopko down the street.

When I returned, Mary was gone, and I took a looooooong shower. I had already started counting down the hours and minutes to Matty's arrival scheduled for 10:19pm that evening at the Amtrak station in downtown Omaha. After the shower, I paced and paced and paced some more. And now...it's all a blur. I remember my mom making me sit down to eat, because I wasn't doing anything but pacing and asking everyone who came through the door, "Do I look alright? How's my hair?!" Pacing. I have never paced so much in my entire life.

Finally around 9pm my friend Shannon called; this did nothing to sooth my nerves. She only made me more jittery, and I nearly threw up.

I drove down to the station which was indeed in a shitty part of town, I should have brought someone. Or so, I thought at first, but then people began to arrive, waiting to depart waiting to pick up loved ones, friends, and then I felt more safe.

The station waiting area was very small, and already half full when I arrived. A young couple sat with pillows on their laps, mumbling to each other, not looking pleased to be waiting in a train station. Where were they going? Two seats to her right sat a teenager, long curly hair, probably played Dungeons & Dragons, reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I was half tempted to be the asshole who said "Hey, doesn't that suck when his uncle dies at the end?" but I was a good girl and refrained. The thought police can't stop me from thinking about it though...

Around 10:15pm I went out to the platform, straightened my skirt, took down my hair (which had been piled up and stuck into place with a pen so it would look nice when Matty saw me for the first time). Well, I should say at this point I put my hair up and down a lot when I'm nervous or fidgeting about something. I heard a train in the distance and felt my feet turn to stone, and my heart leaped. I bent down and picked up my still beating heart, and dragged the cement blocks I now had as feet and instinctively hid around the corner of the building. I looked down at myself and realized there was no hiding at this point. Matty was going to get off that train and either be pleased or be disappointed with what met him at the station. And what happened then, you might ask? A fucking freight train with 117 cars went by. The hair went back up.

In the span of the next two hours, I saw:

A whole lot of nothing.

Another freight train with 114 cars. And even more freight trains, which I didn't care to count at that point I was so nervous.

fluorescent lights buzzing and flashing which of course made me think of a David Lynch movie. I pretended for awhile that I was Laura Palmer, then decided that was too morbid. After all she was much prettier than me and well, now dead, and I was standing next to train tracks. I suppose all it would take to be raped and murdered would be to cross the tracks and find a dark corner where someone was lurking. After thinking this, and against my better judgement, I walked West along the tracks. Two men walked out, both in denim overalls, overweight. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I didn't like the cut of their collective jib. I turned around, still in view of the station, and headed back.

A man was walking near the station with his son (I assumed) and their dog (again, assumed). The boy was probably around 7 or 8, but I'm horrible at determining the age of children just on their looks. I asked the man the time, at which point I realized the train was already an hour late. The two fat men in denim came walking up by the three of us, four if you count the dog, and I heard the dad tell the son to come closer to him. That was my cue to walk back to the 'safety' of the David Lynch lights of the station.

Twenty minutes later a cop showed up to ask if we had seen anyone walking around the tracks. She was younger than me, blonde, and didn't look very intimidating. I told her I had. She asked, "White, black?" White, black? Is this the first question a cop asks? "White," I answered, "Overweight, in overalls, he was with another guy down there..." I pointed West along the tracks. She threw us a bone, mentioned that he was acting as an employee and wasn't supposed to be around the tracks. Lovely. The day I meet Matty and I'm going to be murdered by some fat ex-con in overalls.

It was at this point I sat at the station and watched two girls in a made-up contest of "walk along the rail". There were several variations on the game, as the alpha girl kept falling and changing the rules. I liked her a lot. The younger girl tried to keep up and save face, but wasn't as quick-witted as her counterpart. First if your foot touched the ground you had to go back to the beginning, then you could hop back up but you lost points, then it was backwards. Alpha won, whether by her measure or some manipulation of the truth, but she won every time. After I tired of watching them I went back to my David Lynch world. I stood under each of the fluorescent lights, to see which was the most bizarre, the loudest, the yellowest, the one with the most bugs. During this time I also heard water going through the sewer so I ran over to the manhole, bent my ear towards the ground and listened. It sounded pretty fucking cool, echoing up from below, but the pleasant thought was destroyed when I realized it was probably just a flushed toilet from the station, ten feet behind me. Oh well.

I spent the rest of my time wandering up and down the station platform, weaving in and out of the posts, always coming back to my hearth: the yellowest, loudest, buzzingest light directly in front of the station, right off the path of the platform.

The train arrived, and was much taller than I expected. The fat man in overalls, one of them at least, was standing on the other side of the platform with a hose, spraying the train as it went by. Maybe he was an employee after all. I clung to a pole and stood. Then I realized that I wanted to be at the very end of the train, so I could see Matty get off the train. Headed to the tail end and turned around. I saw a lanky man in a trucker cap get off the train and again, hid. Then I realized that I should probably go to him, in case he didn't see me. But it was clear that he had seen me. We weaved in and out of the platform poles, a retarded game of cat a mouse, to see who would be the first to dart out.

I remember seeing him, and then kissing. I remember saying "Merry Christmas" which is hilarious because he's a Jew, but we had joked about how it was like Christmas Eve the night before, so it seemed appropriate at the time. I remember feeling much more nervous than I had planned on being. I finally received my letter. A lot of the day's trip had taken its toll on both of us, hungry, tired, we went back to my parents house. The rest of that night is between Matty and myself. But it did kick off one of the happiest weeks in my life, as I mentioned before.

And now he'll be here in less than a month. To think, one month ago today, I called into work, went and bought a cam for my computer and said hello to a man named Matty online. One month ago today.

Lynnette 10:29 AM

 

I wonder at what point in my life will I realize that visiting home doesn't make your friends make more of an effort to keep in contact with me. It seems like every time I go visit my friends _I_ have a great time, and they seem very indifferent. I'm just very put off today...

Does anyone want a cat? I don't want it anymore.

Lynnette 10:28 AM

Saturday, August 12

 

DREAM: Matty at the state fair...

I just slept over eleven hours. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and trying to remember the dream I was having...some of it stayed with me.

In my dream Matty and I were walking around the state fair grounds, the amusement park area. All of the typical confusion and noise was in the air: vendors, carnies, food smells, noise from the rides blending with music from all the rides. Matty told me to go ahead and close my eyes, and if I needed him he was right behind me. So I closed my eyes and started walking in circles, spinning around...and if I reached out my hand, Matty was right there.

After that I just forgot all the other dreams I had last night...

Lynnette 10:28 AM

Thursday, August 10

 

I have no fucking clue where the last hour and a half of my life went. I was talking to Matty, he was at work, and then I ended up on You Tube watching all 35 videos from this Filipino rave kid who apparently lives in North Carolina.

Laughing my ass off.

Now I'm tired.

I must sleep.

I would blog about last week, but it's just ridiculous to put it into words other than to say it was probably, thus far, the best and happiest week of my entire life. Thanks Matty. There's much more to come.

Lynnette 9:22 PM

Tuesday, August 8

 

cops, dog, kid/dad

trains 114, 117.

david lynch lights,
weaving in and out of poles.

yep.

Lynnette 7:39 PM

Wednesday, August 2

 

I am living proof that human beings can pace for six hours straight. I'm still pacing...and I can't even leave for the train station for 45 minutes. I shall continue to pace. Matty is still on that train..,

Lynnette 8:59 PM

 

I leave in less then a half hour for the airport. In less than 17 hours I will see Matty. Holy FUCK!

Lynnette 5:27 AM

Tuesday, August 1

 

I've been slackin' on the haikus as of late. Only one came about today:


Narcissistic girl,
must fill in all the circles.
Damn ADHD.

Lynnette 4:30 PM

 

The plans have been moved up an entire day. Holy fucking shit. I will see Matty in approximately 40 hours.

Lynnette 5:23 AM