nfinite anger

Beware of rant that follows, if you don't like rants, don't read. I just want to type this sh*t out. I don't know why I'm *ing out profanity, it doesn't really make a difference when you read it. Maybe it's just to retain a little bit of my decency and maybe sanity. In either case, I usually don't use profanity; when I do, you can be damn sure that they are necessary to express my anger.

Last year we were required to buy these PRS (Personal Response System) transmitters. These retarded f*ckers were something like $25 or $30 to buy at the store. There was no option of buying used ones because each IR transmitter had its unique serial number that went along with it. This transmitter was necessary for ONE (1) class - Chemistry. There were in-class quizzes that required us to transmit our answer in order to receive participation points. Ok, Ok, I had to buy it because it was for my grade. Fine.


This semester, they (I don't know who this 'they' is, but someone decided to do it) decided to switch to an RF transmitting scheme. One that required a totally new line of PRS units. Their rationale for this switch was that RF transmitters are omnidirectional (an improvement over the directional IR transmitters) and that you receive feedback right on the unit itself since these new units have a built in LCD display. Whoop-dee-f*cking-doo. Price on these new units? $50. Well sh*t. And the only class I need this new retarded unit is in Physics II. Yet again, another mandatory piece of junk that's required for a portion of my grade. Why don't I just pay off the school to give me an A? It'd probably cost as much as I'm paying for books and sh*t right?!

Oh, *whew*, at least the Barnes and Noble of my university is allowing me to get a refund for my previous unit. They at least have some compassion, right?

WRONG.

No school supply company ever gives a damn about their students. They're only interested in the $$$ and think Rape the kids for all their moneys' worth... and then some! So today I had some free time in between classes to take a trip to the Barnes and Selfish on campus to buy the new PRS and get a refund for my old PRS (because, well, I have to for my grade). So I get the unit (which, by the way has been out of stock since the beginning of the week, and I called to make sure they had a new shipment of the damned units) and I walk to the register - which can also be thought of as an ugly prostitute: f*cks you for all of your money, and you don't feel any bit better when the deed is done. The transaction needs to be done in two parts. First, I buy the $50 blasted piece of plastic. Then I get money (but of course not all) back for the old PRS. Fine. Fine.
But wait, of course they're not going to let me go that easily, now are they? How much do batteries cost? Bear with me, this is pertinent.

Ok, $0.15 according to Froogle for some very generic pack of 2 AAA batteries.

The lady at the cashier makes sure that the PRS transmitter works, but of course, I took the batteries out already. She says that I won't get fully refunded for my PRS since the batteries are missing. At first I was outraged by this, but then I thought to myself, I guess that's somewhat reasonable since I bought the thing with generic crap batteries, they should get their full product contents back. So I replied, that's fine. She said, "You won't be getting two dollars back."

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nfinite's brain
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Wait, 2 f*cking dollars! Did I hear this lady right? TWO WHAT? TWO CENTS? No I'm pretty sure she just said DOLLARS. TWO DOLLARS? ONE AAA BATTERY IS NOW ONE DOLLAR? HOLY SH*T! I'm getting f*cked and I can't do a damn thing about it. Maybe I should have given her dead batteries. Wait, no, that won't work. She'd say the PRS is broken and can't refund me. I can't make a big deal out of this since Barnes and Retard could just as easily decide not to refund my PRS.

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back to reality
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I mutter this is ridiculous under my breath, but I say "... o...kay". I can't get mad at the cashier because she is just the messenger. I always see other people blow up in the cashier's face over something that's not the cashier's fault, and I feel sorry for the cashier. So I needed to be nice. After getting raped in the a$$, I walked away from the cashier and proceeded to bike back to the apartment.

Fifteen cents for two AAA batteries. 7.5cents for 1 AAA battery. They said 2 dollars for 2AAA batteries. 1 dollar for 1 AAA Battery.

1/.075 = 13.33
They're making a 1233% increase in profit - at the student's expense.

My bank account was raped, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. Rape is such an appropriate description: helpless throughout the entire process.