So, I am loving this twitter thing. I can send real time messages from my phone or from the website and it posts up on my blog. Not that anyone really pays attention but seriously... its kinda neat. So keep an eye to the left there at the twitter box and reload the screen every once in awhile. You never know when I will send a new message!
Snow
Another quick thing, We got a TON of snow on Friday, like almost a foot. Everyone is complaining as it was the first full day of spring and we got pounded. Yes, we have had LOTS of snow this winter. Lots.
However, We have had a late snow here previously. In fact, just last April: See Here for proof. I think it was Grandma Betty who got snow when she graduated High School. This is not to say I am not done with snow. I have had enough snow to last me a good long while. And last I heard we have had well over 50" this year, I can't find the exact number right now but I have to go cook.
Later!
I get a lot of mail. 95% of it is junk. I am trying to decrease the amount of mail I actually need. I am going electronic on most of my mail. Mostly because I am very bad about keeping track of it. I was looking through some of it and I can't figure out how I end up on some of these lists:
Old Pueblo Traders: No offense if you like their clothing but its old lady clothes. House dresses and Muu Muus.
I get several Bed Bath and Beyond coupons even though I never shop there. My mom does, but I don't.
I get catalogs for high priced home furnishings.
I have gotten offers to refinance my home or for great rates on home equity. I don't own a home.
I get mailings on clinical trials happening now in my area.
I even get mail from the post office.
Then, I also get mail from Leonardo DiCaprio, Warren Buffet, Al Gore, Jimmy Carter, et al, asking for my money for the various charities. Don't they have their own money? Lord knows they all have more money then I do!
Well, I am off to make Easter dinner.
Enjoy your spring fertility celebrations as well! (Hey, just being honest, it is after all, named for the fertility goddess Eostre,did you think Estrogen, easter that root was all just a coincidence? Nah. So eat your chocolate bunnies and dye your eggs. Enjoy and be fertile!)
Life working in a call center
It has been a while since I have ranted about work. I seriously want to start answering the phone: 'Thank you for calling --- My name is M*. Please don't yell at me, I didn't do it.'
The next time you call a customer service number, remember you are talking to a person. I am someones daughter, someones friend. For all you know, you could be screaming expletives at me. Would you do that if you had to look in my eyes while calling me an effing *&1^%? Would you be able to treat me like that if you had to look me in the face? Next time you are all worked up and angry and ready to rip the customer service representatives head off, remember, he could be your neighbor. She could be me. That person who helped you get the last bottle of shampoo of the top shelf at the Target on Sunday? Might have been a CSR. The guy who let you turn during rush hour Monday night? Very possibly was a CSR. We are really trying to help. We are just people.
Just a girl...
This bugs me. I have been looking at books for awhile, all sorts of books. I can't bring myself to buy them. I know you aren't supposed to judge a book by its cover, but I think it is fair to judge it by its title.
Please tell me I am not the only one who sees a problem with titles like these:
"On My Own Two Feet: A Modern Girl's Guide to Personal Finance"
"Fight Like a Girl: The Power of Being a Woman"
"Mean Girls Grown Up: Adult Women Who Are Still Queen Bees, Middle Bees, and Afraid-to-Bees"
"Bitches, Bimbos, and Ballbreakers: The Guerrilla Girls' Illustrated Guide to Female Stereotypes"
"The Bad Girl's Guide to Getting What You Want"
"The Single Girl's Manifesta: Living in a Stupendously Superior Single State of Mind"
"Advanced Cinematherapy: The Girl's Guide to Finding Happiness One Movie at a Time"
"Home Girls Make Some Noise! Hip-hop Feminism Anthology"
"Toys for Girls: If Women Didn't Exist, All the Money of the World Would Have No Meaning"
"The Hip Girl's Handbook: For Home, Car, & Money Stuff"
"The Girl's Guide to Being a Boss (Without Being a Bitch): Valuable Lessons, Smart Suggestions, and True Stories for Succeeding as the Chick-in-Charge"
"The Modern Jewish Girl's Guide to Guilt"
"Why Good Girls Don't Get Ahead... But Gutsy Girls Do: Nine Secrets Every Working Woman Must Know"
"The Bad Girl's Guide to the Party Life"
"The Joy of Doing Things Badly: A Girl's Guide to Love, Life and Foolish Bravery"
Let me assure you, not one of these books was intended for someone under the age of 16. Many of these were marketed to full grown WOMEN. Yes, WOMEN. Don't let me get started on the books for women with the term Bitch in the title.
So thats another weekend all shot to hell.
Sunday night. It comes so quickly. Tomorrow I get to go to work once again. When did this happen? When did I become a grown up? Somewhere between studying for final exams and now I managed to become an adult. I don't remember how or when but I find myself sitting here with a grown up job, a 401k, dental, taxes, bills, and obligations. I don't get carded for beer anymore. When did that happen? When did I start looking old enough to buy beer? When did it start mattering? I mean, when did it change from being cool to look older to trying to look younger. When did I hit that point? The thing here is: I'm not even old, I'm in my mid/late twenties. I still think about things like gray hairs and laugh lines. I try not to but I do. Its pathetic and superficial when I should be worring about how I should be reducing my carbon footprint and how to finish my application to graduate school. But while I do those things, I also wonder if I am going to need to start paying to dye my hair, if I need to start budgeting for that. I never thought I would be that type of person, because it shouldn't matter. If I was a man, it wouldn't matter. But since it does, I may just bend. That is what happens, as we get older the rules seem to change. Plans change. I don't think I have changed all that much. I still think we can change the world. I still believe in true love- despite my outward cynicism. I still love cinnamon. I still get nervous when my boss wants to talk to me, even though I know I can do my job and I am damn good at it. I still make a mean potroast. Anyway, I guess there was really no point to this except to say that I got beer at SuperTarget on Friday and they didn't card me. I haven't been carded in a year. I am beginning to think I need the botox or something.
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