I am surrounded by inbred crack babies
University of Houston--What a ridiculous institution! I haven’t gotten my parking permit. It’s 3 weeks into the semester for the class for the job that I'm leaving. I’ve called to change my address with them and changed it online 4 times. They still send things to my old address.
Anyway, I haven’t gotten my permit, so I’ve called several times to complain, and they keep sending the permit to my old address. I keep getting $40 tickets, and when I call to dispute it, they say that I have to come down in person Monday or Tuesday before 4 to dispute it at “court,” and after that, they have 21 days to make a decision. In the meantime, starting today, Chuck has to leave work early to drop me off because if I get another ticket, I get booted or towed. If I get booted, I’ll have to wait until the next Monday between 8 and 4 to dispute the boot in court.
The thing I don’t understand is that they have record that THEY made the mistake, and they are still racking me up with tickets.
So I go today and wait in line. On the UH website, they have an online form for appeals for parking tickets. I had filled out the form to save time, but when I got up there, the woman grabs my online form and walks off. I waited 5 min for her return and finally asked some woman in the back wtf was happening. She says, "Oh, you were supposed to fill out the form in that box." Well the form in the box was the same form as online but in triplicate. The woman, apparently, had gone off to make triplicate copies of my form but got into an "intellectual" conversation about the movie "Slyah." Her friends hadn't heard of the movie Slyah, so they all said "Slyah. I ain't never heard of no Slyah." and her retort was, "Slyah. You know. Slyah." This banter went on for another 4 minutes until some lightbulb balloon said, "OHHHHH SLYYYAHHH!" Then somehow it was deemed that Slyahh meant Sly and the Family Stone.
At that point, she decided to come back to the counter and hand me my copy of the triplicate and then go back to banter. I said, "Um...so do you need the copies of my receipt showing that I paid for my permit in December?" She said, "Well, if ya want to attach 'em." I said, "Yup, I wanta attach 'em, puleez." She said, "Oh, now you're speaking my fucking language so I'll be fucking nice to you because since earlier you spoke like a normal human, I didn't understand you and thought you were a fucking foreigner, and since I'm from Texas, I hate foreigners..." [paraphrased].
So then I made the mistake of asking her how long it would take for my appeal to go to "court" and then be given a decision, and she said that it would be best for me to pay my ticket because if I don't pay my ticket in 21 days, they will boot my car the next time they see it, parking permit or not. Um...where is the logic in this? I say, "well do I get a new parking permit at least?"
Then she pulls out my parking permit. It's in a fucking USPS box with 1400 other ones, still in the envelope sent to my old address with a big yellow USPS sticker on it that says return to sender no forwarding address. She hands it to me, and I have to laugh.
Now my other crack baby story. Those of you who have been following my blog since the beginning might remember me telling the story of the crack baby school I worked for in the summer. Well, I got a call two weeks ago from them saying that their accountant needs my social security number for the tax forms to send me. (Um...why don't they have my ssn?). Anyway, I call them back and talk to the owner of the school. I give him my ssn and my new address; plus, I follow up with an email sending my new address and saying that I gave the owner the ssn. So today, I send them an email because i haven't received my W-whatever, and they send one back saying that the called their accountant today and need my ssn. Um...hello...crackbabies...what the hell? I sent an email back and said that 2 weeks ago I spoke to the owner (the writer of the email) and gave him the ssn and the address and followed up with an email. I'm waiting to hear back.
WTF? I mean, am I nuts? Please validate that I'm surrounded by inbred crack babies or I am going to have to commit myself.
BTW, anyone up for Memphis at the beginning of March?
Anyway, I haven’t gotten my permit, so I’ve called several times to complain, and they keep sending the permit to my old address. I keep getting $40 tickets, and when I call to dispute it, they say that I have to come down in person Monday or Tuesday before 4 to dispute it at “court,” and after that, they have 21 days to make a decision. In the meantime, starting today, Chuck has to leave work early to drop me off because if I get another ticket, I get booted or towed. If I get booted, I’ll have to wait until the next Monday between 8 and 4 to dispute the boot in court.
The thing I don’t understand is that they have record that THEY made the mistake, and they are still racking me up with tickets.
So I go today and wait in line. On the UH website, they have an online form for appeals for parking tickets. I had filled out the form to save time, but when I got up there, the woman grabs my online form and walks off. I waited 5 min for her return and finally asked some woman in the back wtf was happening. She says, "Oh, you were supposed to fill out the form in that box." Well the form in the box was the same form as online but in triplicate. The woman, apparently, had gone off to make triplicate copies of my form but got into an "intellectual" conversation about the movie "Slyah." Her friends hadn't heard of the movie Slyah, so they all said "Slyah. I ain't never heard of no Slyah." and her retort was, "Slyah. You know. Slyah." This banter went on for another 4 minutes until some lightbulb balloon said, "OHHHHH SLYYYAHHH!" Then somehow it was deemed that Slyahh meant Sly and the Family Stone.
At that point, she decided to come back to the counter and hand me my copy of the triplicate and then go back to banter. I said, "Um...so do you need the copies of my receipt showing that I paid for my permit in December?" She said, "Well, if ya want to attach 'em." I said, "Yup, I wanta attach 'em, puleez." She said, "Oh, now you're speaking my fucking language so I'll be fucking nice to you because since earlier you spoke like a normal human, I didn't understand you and thought you were a fucking foreigner, and since I'm from Texas, I hate foreigners..." [paraphrased].
So then I made the mistake of asking her how long it would take for my appeal to go to "court" and then be given a decision, and she said that it would be best for me to pay my ticket because if I don't pay my ticket in 21 days, they will boot my car the next time they see it, parking permit or not. Um...where is the logic in this? I say, "well do I get a new parking permit at least?"
Then she pulls out my parking permit. It's in a fucking USPS box with 1400 other ones, still in the envelope sent to my old address with a big yellow USPS sticker on it that says return to sender no forwarding address. She hands it to me, and I have to laugh.
Now my other crack baby story. Those of you who have been following my blog since the beginning might remember me telling the story of the crack baby school I worked for in the summer. Well, I got a call two weeks ago from them saying that their accountant needs my social security number for the tax forms to send me. (Um...why don't they have my ssn?). Anyway, I call them back and talk to the owner of the school. I give him my ssn and my new address; plus, I follow up with an email sending my new address and saying that I gave the owner the ssn. So today, I send them an email because i haven't received my W-whatever, and they send one back saying that the called their accountant today and need my ssn. Um...hello...crackbabies...what the hell? I sent an email back and said that 2 weeks ago I spoke to the owner (the writer of the email) and gave him the ssn and the address and followed up with an email. I'm waiting to hear back.
WTF? I mean, am I nuts? Please validate that I'm surrounded by inbred crack babies or I am going to have to commit myself.
BTW, anyone up for Memphis at the beginning of March?
Labels: inbred crack babies, rant, Texas, uh
posted by Cranky at 9:27 PM
2 Comments:
Nashville, Kim. Nashville at the beginning of March.
Dude. I saw Slayer at Astroworld (sad; it's gone now. So cool. ;o)
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