Crabby -- Updated

I'm crabby.

I don't like being crabby. I mean, I don't like being perpetually crabby, and it seems like I am that. I don't mind being crabby every now and again, and using it to good advantage, but ... unceasing, chronic crabbiness is just not pleasant. Peeps will start seeking to avoid me, soon. That won't be good.

Today my crabbitude concerns this:

1. The company my company hired to handle its 401(k) and pension benefits stuff is structured so as to provide maximal pain when you have something you would like them to do. They'll fuck up legal documents, and then take forever to get back to you when you tell them to fix their errors, and then never leave call back numbers, but manage to call you when you're not around and leave messages that they tried to call you.

2. My cell phone company changed my text messaging options but did not tell me they were helpfully doing this for me. This made it impossible for me to get text message notification of voice mails left on my office phone -- something everyone else I work with enjoys, but not me because my cell phone provider helped me, see.

3. I bought a Bluetooth© module off of e-bay. I checked, before buying it, to make sure it was compatible with my car stereo -- the new one I just had installed. I triple checked. I got it in the mail. I scheduled some time off of work to have Best Buy install it for me. They wanted $70 for this. If I knew how to disassemble and reassemble the console in my car, I'd install it myself -- it involves plugging the module in, and routing the microphone. I took the car in. The guy called me 45 minutes later and said "your Bluetooth© module is not compatible with your stereo." Yes it is, I told him. "No, it's not. It isn't listed in the manual." It is compatible. I checked. He refused. I came back and picked up my car, which he hadn't even pulled into the bay to look at. He showed me where in the manual it neglected to list my stereo. I showed him where in the manual it indicated that newer model stereos that were compatible were listed on their website and told him that my stereo was made after this module, dur. He said he was out of time and had another appointment. He did not charge me for the 40 minutes of him scratching his ass.

4. I discovered there are too many screws holding the console molding together in my car, it's hot in my garage, and it's almost worth $70 to have some high school drop-out do it, but said drop out is apparently too stupid to deal with.

At least my dogs are cute.

[Update] No, I haven't killed the pimply-assed teen. Didn't even muss his hair. I did, however, locate a web site that provides installation instructions for a variety of in-dash items for the make, model, and year of my vehicle. The install docs contain detailed diagrams and instructions for disassembling and assembling the dash console, so, yay! Today I am less crabby.