Glenn has once again proven that his pit of stupidity is bottomless.

Yesterday morning he asks for some money so he could take the train home after work. No problem. He comes home for lunch in a DPW truck and when he leaves he takes all the bottles we’ve collected over the last couple of weeks to take back to the bottle redemption place. Again, no problem.

I’m just finishing up a workout when he arrives. He’s only there briefly so by the time I am able to get upstairs to take a shower he’s already gone. That’s when I realize my jeans have been moved and money is missing from one of the pockets.

When he returns home I ask him for the money back. He, of course, insists that he never touched the money; That I must be mistaken as to how much I had. Never mind that I had gone to the store just before I did my workout and knew exactly how much I had. So I ask him for the bottle money as Jarret’s lunch money fund was getting low. He doesn’t have it, claiming he had to use it to take the train back. WTF? We usually get at least $8 for our bottles when we turn them in so even if I hadn’t given him money for the train that morning he should’ve still had some left over.

I am so done with this shit.

Some of you may remember how a year ago Glenn accused me of flirting, and possibly having an affair, with the quad drummer from the Light Brigade. None of it actually happened, outside of Glenn’s head. But Glenn still persists and plans to beat the crap out of him when he sees him again.

So, a couple of days ago he announces that he saw me kissing said drummer at the show we did a week ago. Yes. Mr. I’m going to rip his head off not only did not do anything when (according to him) he had the perfect opportunity to do it, but sat on it for a week before telling me I was doing it. Never mind that I doubt the guy was even at the show, let alone in the Crusaders’ parking lot so that I could kiss him.

So yeah. Glenn is fucking loony tunes.

A few things I forgot to mention in earlier posts:

Web Bank locked me out of my account. I understand the need to play 20 questions when I’ve removed all identifying information from my computer, but really, if I answer the questions correctly do not slap me with an error message essentially telling me I don’t know what I’m talking about. It took me three days to get access to my account restored. Partially because Web Bank customer support is only available during regular banking hours (yes, I’m still trying to see the logic in that), partly because when CS was available Glenn (who is the primary account holder and has to give permission to reset unlock the account) was not. Note to self: Tell them I’m Glenn from now on.

No sooner did I regain access to my Web Bank account when I discovered my debit card had been frozen. Mine was one of many that been compromised during the hacking of Mastercard a few weeks back. While I’m glad they disabled the card, it would’ve been nice if they had sent me a replacement, first. So I had to call the bank and have them cancel the replacement that I had not received and issue another card — for which I have to wait up to 10 business days for. Despite the inconvenince it’s a good thing the second card never arrived. According to my friend at the bank a good percentage of the replacement cards had also been compromised. I don’t know if it’s due to Mastercard issuing already compromised numbers, or if they got hacked a second time. Either way, if you happen to have been a victim keep close tabs on your statements, even if you received a new card.

Some updates:

Drs. Foster and Smith are sending me a postage-paid label to return the tank light. This saves me $25+. Supposedly they have also already sent out a replacement light. Heck, as long as I eventually get it, and it’s in one peice, I’ll be happy.

Glenn’s truck made the news. Fox 25 must’ve had a slow news day. He has changed his story about the truck’s theft. He now longer tells everyone he left the keys in the ignition (and yes, he is boasting about this to anyone who will listen) but instead left them on the floor on the truck. Personally, I would’ve stuck with the original version, unless the DPW does know you don’t need to have the keys in the ignition to run the CB radio. Oh, and the truck still has yet to be found. Given how hard it is to miss a bright fricken yellow truck I’m thinking the Town isn’t really looking for the piece of crap and is, instead, holding out for the insurance money to buy a brand spanking new truck.

In the new news department I went to a friend’s wedding yesterday. Since my presence is currently in demand I’ll have to post more about it later.