RhymePhile's Rat Race

So I'm waiting for the guy I sold the Angel puppet to to send me the remainder of my money. Jebus, I hope everything is on the up and up and I don't get scammed. I kinda need that money. I'm gonna be really pissed if I don't get my money.

The guy who lost his bus tickets that I mentioned about here finally contacted me. Well, I suppose threatened is a better word. I found his tickets Tuesday night when I bought my own. On Wednesday morning I specifically was late to work so I could hang a sign asking the guy to contact me at my Gmail address.

I used Gmail because I didn't want whackos writing me. So Wednesday evening goes by and I don't hear from him. Thursday I went to talk to the super at my new place, and by the time I got back to my girlfriend's apartment (where I was cat sitting) it was almost 9 and time for SPN and I didn't check e-mail. I can't check web mail in work because of a firewall.

Then Friday night I decided to check before I went to bed, and I had 3 e-mails from the guy. The first one gave his number. Then the second was like, "You now have my name and phone number. You need to contact me." Then the third one was all, "If you don't contact me I will go to the police because you are trying to scam me." I was like, The Fuck?? I was so pissed off that I didn't sleep well at all. Here I'm trying to do something nice and return the $45 worth of tickets to this guy, and he's threatening me!

I wrote him back and basically told him to chill the fuck out and that I was sincere in wanting to return his tickets, and that just because I didn't write back to him *in one day* does not mean I'm scamming him for Chrissakes. Gah. I even said that his reaction gave me second thoughts about my Good Samaritanism.

He then wrote back and apologized, saying that he may have overreacted. You think? Anyway, he doesn't work too far from my office and I need to get another set of keys made for my new place, so I'll return the tickets while I'm out at True Value Hardware. Still. The whole thing irks me.

I spent $250 on paint and supplies for the new place. I can't live with a kitchen with purple walls and ceiling. I did have a 10% off coupon that Lowe's sent me when I changed my address with the Post Office online. Cool for that.

My apartment still doesn't look like I'm ready to move in a week. I feel exhausted and mentally drained from doing all this.

This week's Battlestar Galactica didn't help, either. Both Supernatural and Battlestar Galactica are incredible downers!! Next week is the end for BSG. Stop making me cry, Mary McDonnell!!!

I had to buy tickets for my daily bus trip yesterday (since I'm now back and forth to Yonkers so much the cost for a pass didn't make sense) and used the machine in Port Authority. When the tickets printed, I noticed they weren't dropping down and discovered the little door at the bottom was sort of stuck in an open position, so they were piling up.

I bounced the door a bit and when I picked up my tickets I discovered 8 tickets purchased by the person before me still in the machine.

Luckily, Edward bought his tickets with a credit card, so I have his full name, the last 4 digits of his credit card number, and which route and zone he travels. After trying to think up a way to get them back to him, this morning I left a note, stuck to the door of the bus gate, which is right next to my gate:

EDWARD S.

You left tickets in the machine yesterday (3/10)!!

Write me: (and here I put in a rarely-used Gmail addy)
with your last name and a way to contact you, and I'll return your tickets ASAP!

I was thinking about putting my phone number there, but now that it's my only phone I don't need the wackjobs that wander Port Authority calling me. I hope he sees it. I know he bought the tickets at 4:28 p.m. yesterday. Since I don't leave work until 4:30, hopefully he'll write me and I can mail him the tickets. They're worth $45.

Yesterday I also finished the sale of my Angel Smile Time puppet I had posted about on my blog back in November. Last week a guy named Brad out in Pennsylvania wrote me, asking if I still had Angel and if he was for sale. A few e-mails later, we worked it out so that he would send me half the payment, I would cash his check, then I would mail Angel and when he arrived, Brad would send me the remainder of the payment.

Happily, everything has worked out thus far, and the final payment should be coming early next week. I trusted him because he gave his full name and address in the e-mail, along with his work address and phone numbers. He was also very responsive with e-mails. I guess it was still a risk to trust someone, but happily my Angel is now at his house, where he will sit next to puppet Spike on the shelf. I hope they're very happy together ;-)

Remember that area rug and runner I bought from Overstock.com on Saturday? They're both on the FedEx truck ready to be delivered! I was worried about when the rug would get here, because it's 9 feet by 12 feet and won't fit in my car if it came after I moved. I'm having it shipped to mom's house, where I suppose it will stay until I get the truck on the 23rd.

Anyone feel like doing my work today? I don't wanna.

I don't feel like cutting this, so skip it if you haven't seen "Criss Angel is a Douche Bag" episode of SPN. No real spoilers, though. As much as I agree with the title, I sort of hate it.

I'll have to watch it again and see how many times they used "douche bag." Or is it "douchebag?" Hmm, Firefox spell check likes it as two words. Okay, then.

I kinda hate when they anvil in mythology stuff into MoTWs, like Ruby's snake head analogy. It always comes out of nowhere and interrupts the flow of the episode.

As much as I laughed during the "Chief" scene, I could have done without Dean's gonna-puke face.

Does everyone drive a freaking classic car on this show? Why can't Ruby drive, like, a Honda Accord or something?

Overall this episode felt very, very X-Filish to me. Stick Mulder and Scully in there and things would be exactly the same. Except maybe for the toilet seat being up in all the motel scenes.

But. Barry Bostwick! I had such a thing for Barry Bostwick when he starred as George Washington in that miniseries that was on TV in the late 80s!

Also, Charlie was Linwood from Angel, y'know, Lilah and Lindsey's (mmm, Lindsey) boss. Wow, that's a lot of Ls. I was wondering why that scar above his eye was so pronounced in the episode, since the actor John Rubinstein doesn't have one. I also really loved Linwood. I miss Wolfram & Hart. I miss Wesley too, while I'm at it.

That's it. More uplifting and happy Battlestar Galactica tonight! (I was being facetious just then). I am wearing my FRAK OFF T-shirt today.