I hate it when I deal with people in service positions and they call me “Tom”, as if they’re trying to trick me into thinking there’s some sort of friendly familiarity between us. If they actually knew me, they’d know that I go by “Joe” (or “Joey”) and that I’ve always gone by that. But of course they don’t know that, because they don’t know me at all. I’d rather they just call me “Mr. Shaw”, but “Thomas” would also do. Asking me I guess is right out. Sometimes I correct them, but usually it’s not worth it. It just makes me silently hate them. Pricks.
I love the Olympics. So imagine how pissed I was, just sitting here at 2:30 am watching some preliminary round rowing live on CNBC when RCN just preempts it with a fucking pilates infomercial. Now there’s some crap about skin cream on. I should call and complain. This isn’t in the spirit of international peace and cooperation through competitive sport. This is just me being pissed off now. Not to mention that I’m sure NBC didn’t pay $793 million for this to happen. This is the biggest frame up since OJ.
Apparently I have a lot of anger this evening.
I made my first real contribution to Wikipedia today, by writing the History section of my home town.