F*** you, corporate America.

I wouldn't hate the corporate retail world so damned much if they didn't consistently let me down. (Sure, the cashiers at the store may be lovely people to be around, but their big business owners/managers? Fucking SUCK.)

The rebates we were promised for new cell phones? Never once told about the slip of paper that was stuffed in the bottom of the one phone box we have, or what was needed in order to GET that rebate (you know, so we don't pitch out empty packaging we might need barcodes off of). Douchebags. (This is the cherry on top of being promised all sorts of reimbursements for re-downloading things that they wouldn't transfer over, as well as that 'free' upgrade that cost us $50 in fees.) Our rebate paperwork is going to include a polite-but-clearly-disappointed-by-your-service letter.

It probably won't go anywhere, and if Mom doesn't get around to calling and changing the account into her name, we won't even get one of the two rebates back, because Dad's name is still on everything. x.x



At least today went better than Monday.