2001-11-30~~2:14 p.m.
Nasty Yacht Owner Wannabe
Where in the hell is the spirit of giving? I am working on this project for PRF (PR Firm) where I have to gather information about the Newport Beach Harbor demographics (that's real hard...hmm...I'll go with rich old white men, Regis. Final answer.) and specifically, whether or not people recycle the oil they change out of their watercraft (read: yachts). So I called this yacht club and spoke to Liz, Wannabe Yacht Owner But Really Just Employee Of Pricey Yacht Club. She was, to say the least, less than helpful. All I wanted was approximate numbers and basic info, but she gave me the third degree about where I was calling from, etc. Then, she was nowhere even CLOSE to forthcoming about anything. Bitch. Maybe I should call and talk to her manager. I could pretend to be Madonna's personal assistant or something and ask about membership information and then complain about Liz. Humph. It just seems like after September 11, even New York City turned nice. Apparently, Liz failed to turn into a normal, caring, decent human being after watching the Trade Center fall to the ground. And with it being the holiday season wherein generosity abounds (or so I thought) I would at least expect a little courtesy from the Average Joe/Liz. Liz probably owns a dinghy with pleather seats or something with faux wood paneling, and she probably gets a free membership at the yacht club because she answers the phones there, and she has somehow thus mistaken herself for someone with clout.
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