Sig Heil Best Buy...

Alright, so I admit it. I've been a lazy ass this week with the blog; but to my defense, or at least to come up with an excuse, I've been working more hours then a small child making soccer balls in a hut in South America.

I have been a working fool. Sixteen hours in my metropark palace on sunday, getting home at 12:15, and going back there at 7:45am was not fun. I should of just slept under the desk in our office, at least I would of saved gas. Well, at least it was busy so my hours flew by.

Other than dealing with drunk boaters, and escorting gaggles of lazy people with barbeques and coolers around, I was the personal chauffer for a genuine movie crew, shooting a new blockbuster film...at least in India. Not hailing from the great movie laced city of Hollywood, these yahoos hailed from Bollywood, the Indian equvilent of our great Californian movie empire; except most of these movies are weird "romantic-comedy" musicals in which the actors dance and twirl around singing indian songs. I swear to god, after how much I had to do for them, I am demanding to be noted as a "key grip" or "gaffer" or something in the credits. I'm gonna be HUGE in India, I can feel it.

Next, and completely off the subject of dancing Indians, Best Buy is run by a bunch of Nazi assholes. So, back around father's day, I bought my dad some fancy-shmancy remote control that can control the tv, dvd, cable box, and even do my laundry or something, but after reading about it online, I decided to get him a different remote and return this one to Best Buy at a later date.

So after a little laziness and some final gumption, I braced to return the remote today to a) Hopefully get my money back, or at least 2) Get some in-store credit. Those rat bastards at best buy wouldn't even consider taking it back because it had been more than "30 days". They wouldn't take it back, even with the recipt. So I asked them, what if it was a gift and I didn't have the recipt...basically they said, in a round-a-bout way, tough shit, they aren't gonna take it back. What kind of fucking return policy is that? I could understand if I opened the package, or didn't have the recipt, but seriously folks...fuck them. This is bullshit. Now I'm stuck with a remote that I don't need and am $90 in the hole. We'll see when I give them anymore business.

Well, hopefully, now that my sweatshop hours have slowed down, and finally I'm becoming somewhat settled in my new house, I'll update this a little more often. Until next time...later.