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24 hours of being 35 (or: the drama with our wedding venue)

I slept for the first 5.5 hours of my 35th birthday, as one is wont to do from midnight until the time where the city snow plows start clearing the main street in front of your hours. That could only mean one thing – BIRTHDAY SNOWSTORM. I woke up, got ready for work, and realized a certain puppy and chewed the plastic nubbins off my work shoelaces – on BOTH shoes. She’s efficient if nothing else. And then I get to work and realize the Powerade Zero I brought is fruit punch and ew.

A little bit later, Amelia found out the lady that we’re working with at our wedding location had a bunch of anti-gay, Obama’s a foreigner, people on welfare get free iPhones shit on her Facebook. And that’s cool – you can have your own opinions. For instance, she also likes Michele Bachmann. I’d rather see which falls faster from the top of a mountain – a penny or Bachmann. And that’s okay. However, I’m also not in the business of trying to host Michele Bachmann’s wedding at a location that’s trying to really build up the amount of venues they have.

The internet was all like — EMAIL HER BOSS AND GET HER FIRED AND DEMAND A DISCOUNT AND  (figuratively) BURN HER AT THE STAKE and blah, blah, blah. And sure, that would have been an option. However, you attract more bees with honey, as my step-grandpa used to say. He was a plumber that spent several years in the Marines, so I’m sure he dealt with some real assholes. I figured he’s right.

And, yeah, it’s our wedding and, yeah, we shouldn’t have to educate an adult on equality just so we can get comfortable getting married. But in the words of the great Macklemore: “No law’s going to change us. We have to change us”.

I gave it a few hours. This wasn’t an opportunity to put someone on the spot or to get someone fired or to use someone’s ignorance against them. And my blood was seriously boiling.

I emailed the owner of our wedding venue  yesterday afternoon, stating very clearly that there was no need to discipline anyone, but more of an issue of creating awareness for your company and your brand. People tie a strong correlation between the image your employees present to the public and what your company is all about. Duh.

While we were at dinner celebrating the big 3-5, I got a phone call from the site coordinator whose Facebook. She was audibly upset and wanted to talk immediately. I obviously wasn’t available and told her I’d call her today.

I happened to check my email just after she called and the owner had responded back very quickly and was exactly what I needed to hear to feel more comfortable with continuing to host our location there. All was well and my confidence level in one of the biggest says of our lives happening at this location had been restored.

And then, this morning while I was in the middle of writing this very blog post, the coordinator wrote me back. She copied the owner and she copied Amelia and she was so extremely defensive. She was defending herself against accusations I’d never even made. She wanted to point out that she could have given our day away to someone else when the asked about it, but she didn’t. (Ooooh.) And my favorite – she also pointed out that her personal Facebook account reflects her personal beliefs and I’m trying to force people to have the same beliefs at me.

Now, hold it right there, Crabby Pants. I never said you were disrespectful. I emailed her boss because if my employees were publicly talking shit about specific group of customers that we service, I’d be absolutely horrified. I don’t care if she wants to be in favor of pooping in public. I was just asking for a little guarantee that the person in charge of coordinating the vendors, the food and overall location isn’t rude to my LGBTQ-supporting wedding goers or my non-white wedding goers that may or may not be “foreigners”. Not too much to ask for the chunk of change we’re dropping on this here thing, you know what I’m sayin’?

She also said in her email that she enjoys working with diverse groups of people and that’s what makes her job so fun. I totally believe that. I really do. And that’s what has me holding out hope for this whole situation.

I wrote her back – copying everyone in the world, since that’s what she thought she needed to do – and remained calm and professional, letting her know we’d moved on now that we’d gotten assurance that things would be handled professionally and without issue, we were solid and that we’d moved past this issue.

And I’m hoping that ties it all up in a nice little bow. Because if there’s no little bow when it comes time for our wedding, I will be the exact opposite of merry and bright.

I didn’t name any location or any person right now, because I’m giving things the benefit of the doubt. It’s my hope that this gets all cleared up and I can recommend this location to everyone, because seriously, you guys – it’s so super cool. 

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waking up to fantastic voting news is better than any alarm

I woke up this morning to find out that two extremely discriminatory amendments that were on Minnesota’s ballot last night were shot down statewide. I knew I liked this state. I had to go to bed before the results and even before Obama’s speech, because I was fading fast and had to be at work early. I’m very proud of my adopted home state and I’m very proud of my country.

The last few weeks have really opened my eyes to the actual hatred people have towards Obama. Was I a fan of Romney? No, but I wasn’t going to move out of the country should he get elected and I certainly wasn’t going to group in all the people that voted for him and call them idiots or assholes. I’ve found out that multiple members of my extended family have deemed it okay to do that. Needless to say, I’m a few Facebook friends short lately and I’m okay with that. I don’t have anything against them for who they cast their vote for, but I will not be chastised in that manner for decisions I made.

I voted for Obama and I’m proud that I did. I’m proud of you for voting, whether it was for Obama or Romney or my left pinkie. You voted and that’s important. Do I disagree with people who voted “yes” on the state amendments that were on the ballots here? Yep, I do. Very strongly so. But I don’t hate you or think you’re a moron. I just wish I knew why you thought that way, so I could better understand things.

Let’s move forward. Let’s not call each other douchebags because we disagree. We get to do that. You guys probably hate my hair right now; I don’t hate you for that or think you’re less of a person. In fact, if you asked me today, I’d probably agree with you, too.

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customer non-service at its finest!

I’ve had two instances over the past week of absolutely horrible customer service experience from two local companies. Mind you they’re large local companies, so my boycott may not have much effect, but it’s fully in place.

The first of those two experiences:

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your lesson in dog owner responsibility

I try not to get overly riled up about anything in the news. It doesn’t mean I don’t care. It just means that if I did get super mad about all the things that I feel that passionately about, I’d be angry all the time and put off such bad energy that the guy operating the crane in the construction site across from my office would probably start crying and end up dropping a large beam on my building. Nobody wants that.

In recent local news, a pit bull mix was taken from his yard and/or squeezed out of the fence and wound up with some unexplained injuries. Regardless of what happened, it’s a horrible, horrible thing to have happen to your pet. However. (In your head, you should have heard a very exasperated sigh.)

Don’t ever leave your dogs alone. Ever. People will steal your dog. When Riley was a puppy, someone broke into the house where he was staying at the time and tried to tie a leash around his neck so they could take him. They likely thought he was a pit bull and thought they’d be super bad ass, but when they realized he takes treats with his lips like a cow and gets upset if he doesn’t have a pillow to put his head on, they probably would have beat the crap out of him. People are really stupid.

Now, at 71 pounds, Riley’s a full grown adult, but he still looks intimidating. I live in a neighborhood where it’s nice to have an intimidating dog, but it’s also a little bit of a status thing, too. In North Minneapolis, lots of people are out walking their bully breed dogs and I’m sure they’e in high demand when they look as healthy as Riley. He’s pretty protective of his yard and doesn’t even like it when our 83 year old neighbor is out there watering his plants eight times a day. Give the right person the right snack or treat and Riley probably wouldn’t hesitate to go with them, you know?

And little June could be swiped up with one opening of a gate, shoved in a bag, and easily walked away with. She can slip under the gate in 2 seconds and she doesn’t care if we’re in the backyard when she does it. She gets bored with the gigantic yard we have and needs to see what’s outside of the gate. She’s a master at finding holes she can slip through and I guarantee she would never know where to come back. Someone would find her on the road, realize she’s an adorable puppy, and change her name to something like Jezebel and we’d never see her again. Or who knows – there could be fox or wild turkey or rabid owl in the backyard just waiting to snatch her up for one heck of a dinner.

All I’m saying is hang out with your dogs when you let them outside. It’s good for you to get some sun. And what kind of an example are you setting for them if you make them go pee in the rain, but you won’t even stand out there and wait for them? Come on.

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follow up: comcast is still the worst company i give money to every month

Last week, I wrote about a ridiculously assuming conversation I had with a customer service rep at Comcast. It was meant as nothing more than just the typical: “Hey, Comcast, your customer service reps have crappy scripts” and/or “Please get with the times when training your CSRs” and it turned into much more than that.

I got linked on The Consumerist, which is published by Consumer Reports and has a tagline of “Shoppers bite back”. There are 105 comments on that post, a few of which I’d like to clear up:

  • I do not have a mustache.
  • I am not a bitch.
  • I do have better things to do.
  • I don’t shove my lifestyle in the faces of others.
  • This is my blog. You don’t have to read it.

Seriously. Some of those people are hardcore to the point where I feel quite sorry for them. I’d never been bashed on the internet before in such awesome proportions. It was really kind of awesome. (And not at all humbling if it was supposed to be, crazy commenting people.)

So, since it was linked to The Consumerist, Comcast got involved. I got an email right away from Mark in their National Customer Operations department who wanted my contact information. I gave it to him and someone named John called to talked to me about my experience with the customer service rep. The conversation went something like this:

John: We’ve figured out who it was that you talked to and her supervisor will be talking to her about it.

Me: What? Seriously?

John: Yeah, so we’re taking care of the issue.

Me: Is that it?

John: Yeah, sorry it happened.

And that was seriously it. Sorry what happened, John? Because that was a super weak attempt at making me feel like 1) you actually care, 2) you even know what was going and 3) it’s not going to happen to the very next person that calls in.

I emailed Mark to express my disappointment and he never responded. So, I emailed him again and still haven’t heard anything from him. And I guess that’s par for the course for Comcast.

Anti-climactic ending if I’ve ever heard one, right?

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comcast tried to sell something to my husband last night

Our internet wasn’t working last night and when you live in a house full of internet geeks, that’s not really a good thing. We did the standard things we knew the Comcast person would already ask us to do – power cycle the modem, power cycle the router, remove the router from the situation, plug the computer right into the modem, blah, blah, blah. Then I called to find out what the h was going on.

(Note: I wish I could remember the person’s name that I talked to, mainly so I could just use it instead of saying Comcast Lady, because you know how much I like personalizing things.)

First off, they didn’t have our new address in the system, which is weird considering we’ve been there for 2+ months and haven’t had any trouble getting our service or our bills from them. Once we got that taken care of, we started troubleshooting our internet. No, I didn’t get an error message when I tried to connect, it just doesn’t connect. Finally, Comcast Lady decides to reboot the signal to our modem and of course that takes a while, which results in awkward conversation.

Comcast Lady: How are the rest of your Comcast services doing tonight?

Me: Just fine, thank you.

Comcast Lady: You know, if your husband is a sports fan, he can use your username and password to see over BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. (I couldn’t hear the rest of what she was saying because my brain was in the process of exploding and leaking slowly out of my ears.)

Me: Well, I actually don’t have a husband because I am a gay and I have a partner, so yeah.

Comcast Lady: Oh, I’m sorry, well, if your partner likes sports BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.

Anger Point #1) It’s 2012. There are so many things wrong with assuming a woman calling has a husband. Period.

Anger Point #2) It’s 2012. WOMEN LIKE SPORTS.

Comcast, you sons of bitches. I want to quit you so bad, but I can’t because I rent and I need my high speed internet. You have sucked me in like the corporate conglomerate you are, so you could at the very least have your customer service representatives go through a little bit of sensitivity training, you know?

Sincerely,
A lady that love some sports, has no husband, and is a gay.

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i’m officially boycotting barnes and noble forever

I’m officially boycotting Barnes & Noble and will never step foot in one again. And, yes, here’s why.

Friday night, my fiancé and I went to the Mall of America and stopped inside that Barnes & Noble to look for a book that she and I both wanted to read. We discussed buying it online, but then decided we needed it even quicker than her Amazon Prime shipping would get it to us, so we went out on a hunt. They didn’t have the book there, no big deal. We browsed around for a bit and let The Boy do his rifling through the Manga section. Did you know the Mall of American’s GLBT section is approximately two shelves? They have it sandwiched right between the True Crime and New History sections, underneath a bunch of copies of Barack Obama’s book about his dad.

Saturday afternoon, the three of us were out running typical weekend shopping errands and decided since we were in the vicinity of another Barnes & Noble, this time in Maple Grove, we’d stop in. We actually checked online before coming in to the store and the book we were looking for was in stock according to the website. We headed over the section where we thought the book would be and it wasn’t there. Because we really wanted the book, my fiancé (who normally doesn’t go out of her way to ask for anything in a store like this) walked up to the customer service desk where there were six people standing around doing nothing and asked if they had it. The person that helped her verified that they did have one in stock and came over to look in the shelves we were just looking in. It wasn’t there.

She went back to the desk, looked something up and headed back over. Only this time, another employee was following her a few feet behind her. She came over, looked on the shelf again, while her co-worker creeped on the other side of the shelf we were looking at trying to catch a peak at us, clearly amused by the book that we were requesting. The book hadn’t magically appeared, so she said someone had picked up and laid it somewhere else and they had no way to find it. Then as they reconvened with their other retail corporate drones, they whispered and all got a good chuckle on our behalf.

Roughly 20 minutes later, we were standing probably 50 feet from the customer service desk where the snooty lady that had helped us before and two other people were gathered around an iPad or a Nook or something along those lines where they were watching the Honey Badger video. How do I know it was the Honey Badger video? Because the volume was loud enough for me to hear, “Honey Badger don’t give a shit” while standing next to the children’s section. And they kept watching it like there was nothing wrong with that.

I’ll eventually put together a strongly worded email and send it off to them, but for now, all I have is this strongly worded blog post and the fury of a thousand suns to go on.

TL;DL: Suck it, Barnes & Noble. The only time I’ll stop in your stores again is I have to go to the bathroom. And then I might not flush.

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don’t vote for rick santorum and here’s why

The sweater vests.

It’s not that I hate sweater vests. That’s not the case at all. I LOVE them. A lot. I asked for them for Christmas and I have enough to wear nothing but sweater vests for probably two weeks. I’d even wear them in the summer without a shirt underneath. Trust me. I’ve done it.

If Santorum is elected, I’m afraid I’m going to have to get rid of my sweater vest collection, because I don’t want people thinking I support him based on what I wear, because I don’t agree with a single thing he’s for. See how that’s completely logical?

Vote no for Santorum. Help me save my wardrobe.

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at this point i’m done with susan g komen

It’s taken me a couple of days to feel like I have my arms around the situation enough to actually say anything about it. More than anything, it’s made me feel unbelievably sad because I’ve devoted seven years to raising money and awareness for the Susan G Komen and it hurts to walk away from something I’ve given so much – physically, mentally and financially – to over most of my adult life. But unless things take a drastic change, I’m washing my hands of the organization as a whole and will find another way to help fight for a cure for cancer.

I know you’re going to ask why, so here you go:

1. SGK pulled their grants from Planned Parenthood stating the reason they’re doing it is because Planned Parenthood is under federal investigation. I understand that and wasn’t ready to walk away just yet. And then I read today that they’re funding a cancer research center at Penn State to the tune of $7.5 million. Penn State is currently under federal investigation. See how that doesn’t match up?

2. They pulled funding for stem cell research, another move that screams pro-life, pro-political and forgets everything about it being a non-profit aimed at helping find a cure for cancer.

3. The new Vice President of Public Policy, Karen Handel, tried to run for Governor for Georgia on a gigantic platform of taking all of the funding away from Planned Parenthood. She’s never made her agenda a secret and, while a lot of the things posted about her may seem libelous, they also hold true to exactly what’s going on. And then I have to see stuff like this:

It all boils down to money. We know that. My money and my time and my heart will no longer go towards Komen. There are plenty of other organizations out there that can help us find a cure. Until they manage to straighten out this political nonsense, I don’t want to be involve. My favorite thing that The 3 Day brought to me was passion. I’ve been so passionate about finding a cure, knowing that surely it’s right around the corner. And now, the organization as a whole just doesn’t seem to have that passion anymore.

If things change, and I sure hope they do, you’ll find me right back on The 3 Day train, but until then, I’m taking a step or two back. It’s not me, Komen folks, it’s definitely you.

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why this gay is tired of the glitter bombing

Mitt Romney was in Minnesota today and what happens? He gets glitter bombed. We made that prediction this morning before he even got to town.

I’m so over throwing glitter at politicians. Okay, it hilarious when the glitter came out of a cheez it box at Newt Gingrich. We all got our chuckle when anyone with the name Bachmann gets a pile of glitter thrown at them. Although, wouldn’t a bag of wrenches be even more hilarious?

Gay, listen. Can we try something else? The glitter bombing is tired. Do something really annoying. But one stupid piece of glitter on someone’s cheek, so they spend the whole day with it on there and don’t notice it until the end of the day. That right there is embarassing.

I mean, if we’re going to make a stand or prove a point, can we try doing it with something really crazy, like words? Or even signs? I mean, YAY, you dumped your kid’s art project leftovers on Republican candidates for president. But who does that prove a point to? If you’re trying to win over the supporters of those candidates, you’re failing. It’s not funny to them and it just makes gays look like a bunch of immature brats. That’s not going to get us what we want, you know?

Think about it. I’d like a raise at work. I’m not going to bust into my boss’s office throwing confetti in her general direction while there are hundreds of people standing around. That’s not how things get done. Can we try harder, please?