What is it with the world? Why do people think they need to trick me with some chick named Vanesa who happens to have a really thick Indian accent. I’m on with customer support right now with my hosting company. The support is actually very good and very helpful. But $5 says this person’s name is not Vanesa.
If I’m in a strip joint, I expect that “Kitten” really isn’t named Kitten and she is probably not going to college for law. But I’m paying for that. I am paying for that lie. I don’t want to know the truth there.
But Vanesa, come on. Just be straight with me. We all know that some person, who probably was named Vanesa, is now working at WalMart because you can do her job at half the price.
I am in such a pissy mood today. BLAH!!!