It is going to be a good day.
Customer just called, and the first thing he said was "I hope you can help me, because I love your voice." And then he asked me out for coffee.
Too bad he's in Arkansas.
Be your own Disneyland.
It is going to be a good day.
I hurt my back last night and my first thought was "is this going to get in the way of having a good time this weekend?" The jury is still out on that.
It's Fun With Misspellings Week!
You know you're kind of a nerd when you see something for Palatine Public Library, and you think "Palpatine? Why would they have a library named for the evil emperor?"
El Mansour is a lovely restaurant, with lovely servers, a lovely belly dancer, and lovely chicken with honey and prunes (don't let the prunes put you off, this is the best dish EVER). And when you're done eating all your food with your hands (a la raccoons), they wash your hands with rosewater (that was almost written roastwater, which would have been a very different experience indeed).
Blame me.
For those of you who didn't know me in my pre-blogging days, I have become very bold in my old age. I have gone from the epitome of wallflower to something approaching assertive.
Weekend review:
Lack of personal content on this site is not caused by the ubiquitous "real life intruding" excuse. Rather, it's because all I'm doing these days is whining, and I thought I'd spare y'all. When the ratio moves from 90/10 to 50/50 whining/being normal, I'll tell you more about the author. Things are good though. Boring. But good.
Attention Co-Workers: I know when you google me. If there's something you'd like to know, you could just ask.
From the Just How Wrong Can Wrong Be department: Give the boys a little support while daring to bare!
My parents are celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary this year, and I'm getting no help from my siblings re: ideas for a party.
You know those emails from the African princes/military families/accountants promising millions in unclaimed money if only you'll help them move the money around are scams, right? Right?!?! Well, take a cue and get back at them. You won't make millions, but then neither will they, and that's what it's all about. [link via Jon]
How often do you get complimented on your outgoing I'm-not-here messages?
I'd totally date this guy, if only he was a little older: I don't kick puppies!
Should I ever grow up, I want to be just like Sarah. How beautiful and talented and just plain cool can one person be?
It's good to be able to apply lessons learned in previous jobs* to current situations,** like knowing how to turn around the box of toilet seat covers in the ladies room.
* This would be the second worst job I've ever had: cleaning a restaurant during the summer b/w my junior and senior years in college. I was home for the break with nothing to do and no money to do it, and they were promising non-taxed income.*** I couldn't go in before midnight and I had to be out by 6 a.m. Generally, if all was well, it would take only 3 hours.
It didn't last long, and I got another job later that summer that put the nail in the coffin of my foodservice career ambitions. But while there, I did learn that there is a proper way to put tp on the roll, and toilet seat covers in the holder thingy - we liked specific language, can you tell? - and how to clean those mats that the bartenders walk on (bleh!).
**You see, the cleaning crew put the last batch in wrong. Yes, there is a wrong way, as evidenced by the obvious signs that many people could not get the covers out of the dispenser in a graceful manner, including myself. Who wants to spend time jimmying the covers out of the holder thingies just so they're intact?
***If you have other alternatives to dealing with people who prefer to pay under the table, take 'em. It was only after I uttered the magic word "IRS" that I got paid.
*yawn* Can those of you with unprotected keypads on your phone learn about and use the lock feature (if you don't already, and especially if you have my phone number saved)? I like getting calls at 4:45 a.m. as much as the next person, but I like it more when there's someone who intends to talk to me on the other end, not the gentle sounds of fabric rubbing across the mouthpiece and early morning sounds from wherever you are.
A friend loaned me The Office (first season) yesterday. I have only seen the first two episodes so far, and I'm hooked.
I haven't verified this, but it sounds good!
Governor Schwarzenegger is conducting a phone poll that includes same-sex marriage. Predictably, right-wingers are flooding the office with calls.
Since we are trying to pass a slew of marriage and domestic partner bills here in California, it's a good time to show support on the issue.
Call our governor to support gay marriage.
It's really easy and takes less 30 seconds.
You don't have to wait through the choices.
Just do exactly what the instructions say.
You don't have to talk, just push buttons. Then pass this message on.
Call (916) 445-2841
On the phone tree, press in order:
Press #5 for "Current Hot Issues."
Press #1 for Same Sex Marriage.
Press #1 to support gay marriage in California.
Tidbits:
Happy 4th of July!
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So I didn't think it was possible, but I finally met an opera I didn't like. It wasn't entirely terrible, or I would have left as soon as the claustrophobia set in, but it just wasn't my style. That, and sometimes I'm more literal than performance art can tolerate ... and so I can't tolerate the performance art.
Does this web thing ever amaze you anymore? It amazes me. I can't remember how I found places before maps.yahoo.com. I can't remember what I did in my spare time before blogs - it couldn't be all books, could it? And I'm pretty sure that I'd still be some introverted wallflower who never met anyone, interesting or otherwise, if not for the social aspect of my web activities.