Long-time readers may remember (I absolutely cannot find the entry, search engine or no) a couple of years ago when I hid in the back office from a vendor who just showed up and insisted on being paid and wouldn't go away.

Well, he was there again yesterday. Actually, he came last week and sat in the lobby for half an hour to give me invoices, and I was supposed to call him on Monday, but I hadn't had a chance to go over them yet, and even if I think that we actually do owe this money (they are famous for wanting us to pay invoices twice), Kathleen still needs to go over them because perhaps there's a reason that we're not paying them, but she's sick, so I didn't call the tiresome old bastard.

Also, I hate him.

Yesterday, when I walked in the door I was told that I had been paged several times, that he had shown up forty minutes or so before. I decided that I wouldn't be seen dead rewarding that sonovabitch for just showing up again, so I let him sit there for half an hour more before calling the receptionist.

"Don't say my name, don't say my name!"
"Okay."
"I'm The Raccoon."
"Hi, Raccoon!"
"I'm calling to tell you that Kymm is ill and won't be in today, but she'll call him tomorrow. I'm sorry, I just can't bear him!"
"So, Kymm won't be here?"
"Yep, that's it!"

So he went away. I found out later that he had yelled at her before he went, and he said that he was coming back today, and I got very angry at him. More than I already was.

Then, the sun came out.

We are canceling that service, thank God, because it is very sucky, and Jim yesterday told me that he was writing a letter and sending it certified and they needed to send back our patches and we had 45 days to settle up accounts, etc etc, and that he would deal with them from now on if they called, and I said:

"But Jim, he's coming back tomorrow!"
"You mean he just shows up without an appointment?"
"Yes, he always has!"
"When he comes, you call me, I'll take care of him."

So this morning, when he shows up unannounced, the receptionist will call Jim, and Jim will rip this guy a new asshole. And I never have to deal with him again.

I have decided that Jim is not only the most wonderful man alive, but the most wonderful man who has ever lived.

By the way, even though I can't find the hiding entry, the vendor is mentioned here, here, here, and here.

So last night after work was the Great Refrigerator Search.

Tops, like any other big store in the area, has hideous lying newspaper ads and is staffed by unhelpful mouth-breathing morons. Reminds me of similar experiences at KMart and Home Depot. But at least if that kind of treatment is what you expect, you don't waste alot of energy on getting upset about it.

We looked for the fridge in the ad, and of course it wasn't there. There was a similar fridge, but it was slightly larger and the sale price wasn't in sight. I mean, it ended up not mattering, as it was three inches wider than the space that it needs to fit in, but that's just so sneaky.

So I looked at the smaller ones, and found one just like my current one (only not twelve years old) at a fairly reasonable price, then tried to find a sales guy. At one point I said to Cynthia "I suppose that it's like getting your kids into really high-class schools, you have to register at birth to get help around here."

Finally, a manager came and helped us. Of course, the fridge I wanted was not available and there were none on order, so he offered me the floor model for $60 off, and, as Cynthia said, it's not as though sitting in the middle of the showroom floor, unplugged, it could get at all worn out, so I took it.

Can it be delivered on Saturday? No. Can it be delivered on Monday, when I'm taking the day off anyway? No. Tuesday. It'll be delivered Tuesday. The Raccoon's on vacation, I cannot take the day off, particularly after taking my birthday off, but I must have a new fridge.

It'll all come out in the wash.

I have never paid any attention to TLC before--I neither liked nor disliked them, they just never came across my radar screen before. I saw the video for Scrub a couple of times, and liked the imagery in the line "leanin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride" but other than that, TLC ain't my bag.

The other night on Friday Night Videos they played a video for a song called "Unpretty". I have no idea if I am the last or the first to see it, if it's a new song or has been a hit for weeks, but it caught my eye because there is ASL in it, and whenever I see signing it always turns out that I remember more than I thought.

But the video as a whole is so powerful without being melodramatic that it actually made me cry. And my hormonal mood swings are gone, they were legit tears. First time I've cried at a video since "Fast Car".

Will I have to buy the album?

Saw a commercial for a new series the other day that stated that the show took place "Aaaaaaaaalll the way back in 1980!"

What am I, two, three hundred years old?

Today's horoscope:
You find a family member pulling away when you want to be close and supportive, or you want to separate when others seems needy. This, too, shall pass.

One year ago today:
"I was surprised, you boys didn't have a dick-measuring contest!"

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