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prev home archive next Momentary Thought Damn. There has got to be better on-hold music than this. I should invent some sort of "on hold music menu" thing from which a person on hold can choose their musical preference. "Press 1 for Hard Rock. Press 2 for Classical Piano. Press 3 for Jungle Tribal Drums." I'd make a fortune. High/Low High: Whimsey is on the road to recovery! I kept checking Jo's blog all day yesterday to get updates. Oh, and Buffy's on tonight, too. Low: You mean besides being on hold for the last HOUR?!? That'd be being back to the grind after a long weekend. Current Obsession - Talking to a real live human being. - Finishing an essay for class. Yes, an essay. For a math class. Grin Source The memory of Kye, yesterday afternoon, diving into their water tub after the tennis ball. Storyteller Bio Dramatis Personnae Who I Read Recipes |
"...Please hold, and your call will be answered by the next available agent." Liars. I've been on hold for, all told, 45 minutes of the last hour and a half. I'm trying to get ahold of the Camaro's leasing company to see if they received my final payment so I can return the damned car. I love how they italicize the "will" in their hold message. As if to reassure the "next client in the que" that there really is a real live human being who cares, somewhere in the aether. Am I really a flashing light on some operator's switchboard, or is this some hellish punishment for a forgotten misdeed in my youth? My neck is getting kinked from holding the phone on my shoulder, but I refuse to commit to an eternal wait by putting my headset on. That's just giving in. I'll only have to listen to one more iteration of this wretchedly looped elevator music. Just one more... just one more... AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!! Oh, good, I finally spoke to a human being. 45 minutes on hold to have a 30 second conversation. Yeah. *That's* not a waste of my time. But what I don't understand is, they require me to press my account number into the keypad (10 digits followed by the pound sign), and then when I finally get them on the phone, they ask for it *again*. What's up with that? "Bank of Laura's Lease. We're always thinking of ways to waste more of your time." ******************** I went to Trader Joe's this weekend. I keep vowing to go there more often, but since it's *three* miles away, and the "regular" grocery store is *one* mile away, Fry's (the "regular" grocery store) usually wins. Trader Joe's doesn't supply the entirety of items that usually make up my grocery list, and I abhor having to make multiple stops. But, if I can manage to put that aside, I love going there. I can't find pita bread like theirs anywhere else. Nor sprouted bread. Nor their portabello and spinach frozen wraps. Their cuts of meat are pricey and in low supply, but they have a great stock of cheeses and wines, crackers and breads, jarred and canned goods, and all sorts of eclectic little finds that usually make the inhabitants of Animal Planet go "eeewwww". For example, I purchased:
A lady stopped me in one of the isles at TJ's, observing that I'd grabbed a container of feta. She went on for a good five minutes asking my opinion of feta, and goat cheeses in general, and what do I use it for, and how long have I been eating it, and have I tried any other types of goat cheeses, and what does it taste like, and the advisability of her purchasing the cheese in question. It is by far the longest conversation I've ever had about cheese. I'm a huge fan of feta, but I advised her "you either love it or you hate it". And isn't that true? Hah. "February Sweeps" and I'm talking about cheese. ******************** Yesterday I was busily occupied, as any day off without Calvin is. When Calvin and I have a day off together, nothing gets done because we're too involved with each other. The rare days that I'm off without him see me playing the catch-up game. I did some running around for Marie (who had spent the night at a friend's), I went grocery shopping, and I swept and mopped and vacuumed the entire house. I futzed around on the web and downloaded from Napster like a fiend (acquiring Prince's "Kiss" and Puff Daddy's "Come With Me" and Barry Manilow's "Daybreak" and Oingo Boingo's "Dead Man's Party" and Journey's "Faithfully" and Led Zeppelin's "Over The Hills and Far Away" and Tupac's "California Love", and about thirty others). What an oddly diverse taste in music I have. Lately I've been throwing in a bit of rap, too. That is *so* not like me, and yet there are a few select songs that I enjoy. Mostly for their beat. The kids were out all day with their mom. Calvin was home by four, and we had a meal made up of appetizers. Tortilla chips and bean dip, mini pizzas (english muffins with sauce, cheese, pepperoni, more cheese, spices), and some frozen Mexican finger foods (mini-burritos, mini-rolled tacos). We sat around and watched TV. We listened to some downloaded songs. We snuggled up on the bed together and napped for an hour. We watched Boston Public, Ally McBeal, and Frasier (I don't think I'll ever get the spelling right on that show). I adore those kinds of evenings. I may be dull, but I'm happy. I save the exciting side of my nature for nights other than Mondays. |
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Your Mission, should you choose to accept it...
Check out Terry's collaboration effort, The If... Project. Terry's collab has been around for a while, and she's been very kind in offering me advice for my own little fledgeling collab.
Results From Yesterday's Mission I refuse to go back to Bookman's, and there's no cute little village around here that will support a used bookstore. All the cute little villagey space is taken up with high priced designer shops. Indian jewelry, anyone? |