The sex she slipped into my coffee; the way she felt when she first saw me. Hate to love and love to hate her, like a broken record player.

So new tires for my car.

I've been having trouble with steering for a couple days now, and I was going to take it in Wednesday to be looked at. Then yesterday, I noticed this large fissure in my left front tire. I'm thinking that has something to do with my steering issues, and I took it in today to get new tires. Derek found me cheap-ish tires, and I went ahead and had them do all 4, since it's been quite some time that I've been driving on the ones I have now. Probably an unsafe amount of time, truth be told.

Online dating experience update: Talked to this guy on AIM last night that was nice enough. Two hours away. That could actually be ideal for me, since I seem to be non-functional when it comes to real relationships. Apparently, his uncle met his wife on the site I'm using. Not that this guy would help me in my quest to get out more, but whatever. Baby steps.

I printed this wedding announcement Wednesday that was obscenely long. Like. . .half a page long. I get a call last week from the mother of the bride who wanted to point out that I'd made two mistakes (I'd accidentally left out a bridesmaid and the spellcheck had caught the name of the place in Mexico to where they'd honeymooned, and I clicked "ok" to correct it, because I thought I'd misspelled someone's name (They went to Calicia, Mexico, and I thought I'd accidentally changed someone named Alicia's name to Calicia.) She also thought the picture I printed was "insultingly" small. Well, Sweet Cheeks, "insulting" = "free." She didn't pay for a larger picture, so I gave her the free size.

So as she's talking to me, she tells me that I didn't "give her the option" of putting in a larger picture. I can honestly tell you, I have never in my almost 10-month career here had to tell someone there was the option of a bigger picture. They always ask. "Is there a charge for the picture?" they'll say, and I'll tell them, "Not for the smallest size. However, there are these other two sizes that cost $Y and $Z." Would that not be the kind of question you'd ask?

"Well," she says, "I felt like I was being rushed along with this and I was afraid to ask any questions."

How about, you came in at 8:30 on a Monday morning with this stupid announcement and I was on my way to a meeting? How about, when I said I was on my way to a meeting, if you had more questions, you could have asked if you could call later? I would be happy to answer your stupid questions. Don't freaking stand there trying to talk to me when I have clearly more important things to do. If you want me to talk to you, maybe you should do it when it's convenient?

"I always feel like I'm getting the brush-off when I go to The Peak," she says.

Maybe that's because you're irritating?

Then she slyly (she thinks) mentions she's "good friends" with the general manager and asks if she should just take it up with him.

Ok, ok, ok. Hold up. Why would the GENERAL MANAGER be concerned about a WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT. Your daughter isn't royalty, I promise. I said no, there's no reason to get him involved.

So the GM comes up this morning and says, "Are you re-running the [name of person] wedding?" I say yes. He says, "Can we get a bigger picture on that?" I said yes, she's already spoken to me.

I'm guessing he told her we'd do it free. I really, truly hate people sometimes.

Does anyone know of any jobs in the WNC area that don't involve actually talking to people?