George Dickel made the same mistake in the late 90s. :(

Dude who uploads True Blood every week is not uploading episode 5, dont get me wrong, Im sooooooooo grateful to him every week (im thinking I need to have his babies), but ...hey....way to leave a girl hangin'.

I NEED MY ERIC AND BILL FIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WTF? I've had 4 phone calls/messages to my cell this morning, each from a different doctor's office, referencing my "recent car accident." I finally answered the last one, and told them no thanks. "Are you having any pain blah blah blah?" Yeah, I'm stupid too, please, will you fuck me over too? I just answered "I just don't want to come in." I should have said that all my calls need to go through my attorney and I will be happy to provide the phone number.

Ambulance-chasing chiropracters? What the fuck? What a world.

Unbelievable! That's not gonna help their reputation as quacks.

Oh. My. Gawd.

Following conversation just transpired:

(ring ring)
Me: Hello?
Old Bat: I'm trying to reach (Shawnee)
Me: This is
OB: This is Ethel Schmethel from Dr Dumbass's office. You were in a car accident recently?
Me: Uh, why am I getting all these calls?
OB: I don't know (in a forced incredulous slightly sarcastic voice)
Me: How did you get this number?
OB: Ma'am, it's public record
Me: Well, you know what, all calls regarding the accident need to go through my attorney. Would you like that number?
OB: No. Because he (my attorney is a woman, dumbass) doesn't want you to talk to anyone
Me: Well, I don't want to talk to you either. Please don't call me again
OB: OK. If I knew you had an attorney I wouldn't have called. You have a good day
Me: Oh, you too. *click*

Have a blessed day! :rolleyes:

Bwaahahhaaa...I should have thought of that.

I'm trying to be polite, but assertive. This is difficult for me: I'm either wayyyyy nice or wayyyyy bitchy. :)

Nice!

I wanna open the Torchwood thread, but I still have two episodes to go.

Also, I've already been spoiled on what is probably the biggest event. :(

A scene from work:

Them: I think something's wrong with my laptop. It keeps crashing and stuff.
Me: Well, I'd be happy to take a look at it. Just bring it by.
<another day>
Them: My laptop keeps crashing and stuff.
Me: OK, bring it over and I'll see what I can do. Maybe you could leave it for a couple hours?
Them: I kinda busy, but you can have it in a couple days.


Scene from home:
Miss Dallas: I want to set up this neat software I read about on the Internet but I can't get it to work.
Me: OK, let's take a look.. umm.. OK... yeah, this is the problem....
<software troubleshooting proceeds>
Me: OK, here you go. It's all working.
Miss Dallas: This is lame. I thought it would be cooler than this. Never mind.

Bee sting on wrist. Big, puffy, red, ITCHY wrist. :(

Since it is such public information you should start to collect the names of everyone who calls you like that and after you get a list publish it in the local paper and body slam them for chasing you from a public list.

This part was even weirder: the ex brought a great big envelope that went to his P.O. Box (which I haven't been part of for YEARS) and it was from an injury attorney. Getting contact from lawyers is not surprising, except for the fact that they got that OLD address and enclosed was AN ENTIRE COPY OF THE POLICE REPORT!!!

The po-po report is pretty darn funny. I can't say much except, well, I'll condense it into one word: credibility. :)

The calls seem to have stopped, too.

That is pretty damn shameless ambulance chasing.
And aren't police reports supposed to be confidential or something?

Public record. Weird, huh?