Well, readers…I’ll preface this story by saying – people are idiots.

What occurred this past week in regards to my beautiful Marie Antoinette wig can be described as nothing short of a perfect storm of stupidity.

I ordered the wig from a reputable wig company (in hopes of not getting screwed over) on October 17th. The wig was spendy (making me believe it would be good quality) so I indicated I wanted it shipped to my work address, to avoid having a package possibly sit on my doorstep in rain and/or snow.

A week passes and no wig. Monday, I emailed the company asking for the tracking number – I get the number Tuesday – it’s apparently already been delivered. TO MY HOUSE, and LEFT AT MY BACK DOOR. Uh…no. It’s not at my house.

[Read – SOMEONE STOLE IT FROM MY DOORSTEP.]

Thanks, little high school shits that had to OPEN THE BACK GATE and trespass onto my property to steal a box that contained a powdered wig.

Sigh.

So, after I realize all this, I call the company to yell at them for delivering it to the wrong address, where I’m told that the “woman who deals with this isn’t here today – can she call you tomorrow?”

Fine.

I order another wig (cheaper) from another company and pay to have it shipped express, TO MY WORK the next day.

[I have it now. It’ll do.]

I called the original company…AGAIN, since no one called me back…and apparently this chick isn’t there today either.

To wrap up this post – let me point out the idiotstorm of events that took place.

1.) The wig company ignored something known as the shipping address and just mailed it to where ever they felt like.

2.) UPS not only didn’t leave a package note on my front door, they didn’t get a signature, and LEFT A BOX SITTING AT MY BACK DOOR FOR ALL TO SEE.

3.) The wig company doesn’t really seem to care all that much that I really don’t need a Marie Antoinette wig after Halloween, thank you very much, but are more concerned about having ME do all the legwork to file a claim for the package. NO – you SOBs, I want my money back and if UPS can find the damn thing, you can keep it. I don’t plan on wearing it again after Friday night.

The end.

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I’m sorry, I try not to be super uuber political, but Sarah Palin is a moron.

Mrs. Jenna – 0
Dentist (named Crentist?) – 2

Today I had a second crown done at my dentist. (I was just checking to see if I posted about my first one but I don’t see it!) Anyway, the teeth were right next to each other. I felt so retarded leaving the docs office with my “fat lip.” It wasn’t half as painful as the first time, but equally if not more painful to my pocketbook.

The dental assistant may have been the most annoying woman on the planet. She kept cracking horrible jokes, “acting cool” (not that I am, but kind of the “Mom, you’re embarrassing me!” kind of act) and just being weird. Then she started talking about the vampire romance books she reads. THANK GOD I had miscellaneous crap in my mouth preventing me from being able to speak. However, this encouraged her to speak more.

So, to contribute to the horrible conversation, I mention that I’ve read some Anne Rice, but not in a while. She then asks, “who’s Anne Rice?”

Uh, what?

How does someone who enjoys “vampire romance” books not know who Anne Rice is?! Isn’t she the queen?!

Then she started talking about Harry Potter and other such “fantasy” books and I tuned her out. It was becoming painfully obvious she works at the Renaissance Festival on the weekends or something.

And now, back home…6 hours since the dentist…and my mouth is FINALLY back to normal, and not in too much pain.

(Go Celtics!)