My puppy is so cute. He somehow managed to piss off both a bird and a squirrel this morning and when I looked out the window, the squirrel was sitting on the fence yelling at him (have you ever heard a squirrel in a yelling fit? It’s quite entertaining) and the bird was swooping around him trying to…attack? him without getting eaten. And Hastings was racing around the yard (shibas are good at that), enjoying the game and having the time of his life.
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My puppy is so cute. He somehow managed to piss off both a bird and a squirrel this morning and when I looked out the window, the squirrel was sitting on the fence yelling at him (have you ever heard a squirrel in a yelling fit? It’s quite entertaining) and the bird was swooping around him trying to…attack? him without getting eaten. And Hastings was racing around the yard (shibas are good at that), enjoying the game and having the time of his life.
I have found a new pet peeve. Computers that try to be human. Auto-response systems that try to act like a real person. The following conversation occurred when I tried to talk to a real person about an international shipment that was lost. Let’s just say I lost more than my shipment…
USPS: Thank you for calling the US Postal Service. To continue in English, say or press 1. To continue in Spanish…
ME: (pressing 1)
USPS: Ok, “Track & Confirm.” Does the label number begin with a letter?
ME: Wait, I didn’t want “Track & Confirm.” Go back. (pressing buttons to return to main menu)
USPS: I’m sorry, I didn’t understand you. Does the label number begin with a letter?
ME: Customer Service, please.
USPS: I’m sorry, your response could not be understood.
ME: I need to talk to a live person.
USPS: I’m sorry, I still didn’t understand you.
ME: (Still pressing buttons to return to main menu.)
USPS: I’m sorry, I’m having difficulty – That’s not a valid – I’m sorry – Your response – I’m still having – Ok, let’s try a different question. Does the label number begin with a letter?
ME: (hanging up and dialing again.)
USPS: Thank you for calling the US postal service. To continue in English say or press 1.
ME: (pressing 1)
USPS: To check the delivery status, please say ‘Track & Confirm.’ Otherwise please say ‘Schedule a Pickup, Order Supplies, or Other.’
ME: Other.
USPS: Did you say ‘Track & Confirm?’
ME: No.
USPS: Ok, ‘Track & Confirm.’ Does the label number begin with a letter?
ME: (Click. Dialing again.)
USPS: Thank you for calling the US postal service. To continue in English say or press 1.
ME: (pressing 1)
USPS: To check the delivery status, please say ‘Track & Confirm.’ Otherwise please say ‘Schedule a Pickup, Order Supplies, or Other.’
ME: Other.
USPS: Did you say ‘Track & Confirm?’
ME: No.
USPS: To check the delivery status, please say ‘Track & Confirm.’ Otherwise please say ‘Schedule a Pickup, Order Supplies,or Other.’
ME: Other.
USPS: You said ‘Other Information,’ is that correct?
ME: Close enough.
USPS: I’m sorry, I didn’t understand your response. Was that a yes or a no?
ME: Yes.
USPS: Does your question concern a domestic or international shipment?
ME: International.
USPS: Ok, ‘Track & Confirm.’ Does the label number begin with a letter?
ME: NOOOOO!
USPS: Ok please say each digit your label number slowly and carefully.
ME: (Sigh. Repeating label number.)
USPS: I’m sorry, but I didn’t understand your response. Let’s try a different question. Was the package sent to an address within the continental United States?
ME: No.
USPS: Was the package sent to Guam, Puerto Rico or an APO box?
ME: No.
USPS: Ok. Please say each digit of your label number slowly and carefully. Or if your label begins with a letter say ‘Go Back’ to return to the previous menu.
ME: Go Back.
USPS: Ok, ‘Track & Confirm.’
Somehow – and I can’t for the life of me recall how – I finally got in touch with a real live person.
USPS: Thank you for calling the US Postal Service, this is *****, how may I help you?
ME: I need to file a claim on a package sent to Mexico two months ago that was never delivered. USPS: Ok, what’s the tracking number?
ME: There are three tracking numbers on my receipt, which one do you want?
USPS: Is there one that starts with two letters?
ME: There are two. One starts with EC and one starts with CP.
USPS: The one that starts with CP.
ME: (relaying the number)
USPS: Ok, I’m showing that the investigation on this package was only started a month ago and Mexico has 60 days to respond, so you have to wait another month to file a claim.
ME: But the last time I called, the person told me I could file a claim on today’s date.
USPS: I’m sorry, you have to wait 60 days.
ME: So there’s absolutely nothing I can do right now to find out what happened to this package or get my money back.
USPS: You can track the package through our automated tracking system. Let me put you through to ‘Track & Confirm.’
ME: (Click.)
The above conversation resulted in an amendment to our international shipping policy. We no longer ship internationally.
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AAAAGGGGHHHH. Scan scan scan scan stitch stitch stitch crop shrink sharpen save open upload save. Scan scan scan scan stitch stitch stitch crop shrink sharpen save open upload save. Somebody has to invent a better way to get 12×12” scrapbook pages on the internet. I’m done for now. My eyes are crossing and my back feels like it’s made out of Legos.
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It’s totally raining outside the window at work. Hopefully it will let up before I have to walk out the door in thirty minutes. Oh crap, did I shut my sky roof? Yes, apparently I did. Well that was my panic attack for the day.
I found blogs for some people I knew in high school today and it sent me back. I suddenly found myself reminiscing about how messed up things were in high school. And I would wager that I had a pretty good high school experience, as they go. I can’t seem to remember anything particularly warm and fuzzy about it, but I mainly chalk that up to bad memory. There must have been something good about high school.
I think I experienced some sort of selective amnesia after hs graduation. I had to ask friends today to send me pictures of people I knew I should remember, but can’t. I don’t remember very many events, and the ones I do remember seem to always be those that involved my utter mortification…such as – well, we won’t go into that one. This isn’t a diary after all. But the list does include my best friend having seizures, a bomb threat at Prom (though that wasn’t so bad, I was ready to leave), a myriad of speech and theatre tournaments that I hated, one very messed-up relationship, and a never-ending battle with eyebrows that refused to cooperate.
I think most teenagers go through a “finding self” phase sometime around sophomore year of high school. I didn’t hit that phase until my freshman year of college, so I spent the majority of high school with a sense that everybody else knew something I didn’t. I guess that pretty much sums up my high school experience: a (quite possibly accurate) sense of cluelessness.
Perhaps that’s why I can’t bring myself to scrapbook high school. It seems that for me, life began in college.
It’s finished raining now. I love Texas rain. It’s one of the things I missed in the five years I was in the Northwest. It rains, it pours, and it’s done. Bam bam bam. Likewise, I’m done reminiscing about highschool. Soooo many better things to do with my day. Like play video games while I wait to go home.
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4:00PM. It’s totally raining outside the window at work. Hopefully it will let up before I have to walk out the door in thirty minutes. Oh crap, did I shut my sky roof? Yes, apparently I did. Well that was my panic attack for the day.
I found blogs for some people I knew in high school today and it sent me back. I suddenly found myself reminiscing about how messed up things were in high school. And I would wager that I had a pretty good high school experience, as they go. I can’t seem to remember anything particularly warm and fuzzy about it, but I mainly chalk that up to bad memory. There must have been something good about high school.
I think I experienced some sort of selective amnesia after hs graduation. I had to ask friends today to send me pictures of people I knew I should remember, but can’t. I don’t remember very many events, and the ones I do remember seem to always be those that involved my utter mortification…such as – well, we won’t go into that one. This isn’t a diary after all. But the list does include my best friend having seizures, a bomb threat at Prom (though that wasn’t so bad, I was ready to leave), a myriad of speech and theatre tournaments that I hated, one very messed-up relationship, and a never-ending battle with eyebrows that refused to cooperate.
I think most teenagers go through a “finding self” phase sometime around sophomore year of high school. I didn’t hit that phase until my freshman year of college, so I spent the majority of high school with a sense that everybody else knew something I didn’t. I guess that pretty much sums up my high school experience: a (quite possibly accurate) sense of cluelessness.
Perhaps that’s why I can’t bring myself to scrapbook high school. It seems that for me, life began in college.
It’s finished raining now. I love Texas rain. It’s one of the things I missed in the five years I was in the Northwest. It rains, it pours, and it’s done. Bam bam bam. Likewise, I’m done reminiscing about highschool. Soooo many better things to do with my day. Like play video games while I wait to go home.
8:30pm. AAAAGGGGHHHH. Scan scan scan scan stitch stitch stitch crop shrink sharpen save open upload save. Scan scan scan scan stitch stitch stitch crop shrink sharpen save open upload save. Somebody has to invent a better way to get 12×12” scrapbook pages on the internet. I’m done for now. My eyes are crossing and my back feels like it’s made out of Legos.
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I have just discovered this fad called Blogging, where one writes a semi-daily account of one’s activities and reflections on life. I went running into Jamie’s office (my coworker) to share my newfound discovery and was confronted by the fact that apparently it’s all the rage and I’m the only person in the entire world who hadn’t participated in it thus far.
Since I’m all for trying out new things – and since this fad seems less painful than piercing or kickboxing – I decided to start one and see how it goes…although I have to admit I’ve never really considered my daily life momentous enough to write about.
If there is anyone else out there who has been living in a dungeon over the past year, and is wondering what the heck I’m talking about, some example blogs that entertain me daily are Joi and This Fish. Feel free to check them out.
Actually, from what I hear, blogging was a fad in 2004. Sooo last year. But since it’s new to me, I still want to try it. So here I go again, attaching myself to the world of “cool” and “in” just a hair too late. Or in this case, a year too late. One day “almost cool” will be fashionable and then I’ll be set.
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I have just discovered this fad called Blogging, where one writes a semi-daily account of one’s activities and reflections on life. I went running into Jamie’s office (my coworker) to share my newfound discovery and was confronted by the fact that apparently it’s all the rage and I’m the only person in the entire world who hadn’t participated in it thus far.
Since I’m all for trying out new things – and since this fad seems less painful than piercing or kickboxing – I decided to start one and see how it goes…although I have to admit I’ve never really considered my daily life momentous enough to write about.
If there is anyone else out there who has been living in a dungeon over the past year, and is wondering what the heck I’m talking about, some example blogs that entertain me daily are Joi and This Fish. Feel free to check them out.
Actually, from what I hear, blogging was a fad in 2004. Sooo last year. But since it’s new to me, I still want to try it. So here I go again, attaching myself to the world of “cool” and “in” just a hair too late. Or in this case, a year too late. One day “almost cool” will be fashionable and then I’ll be set.
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Hi. I'm Amy. I started this website in 2005 as a place to deposit my journal and photos. It has gone through a few incarnations and masquerades as a family site, but since I'm the only one who contributes to it, it's really all about ME, ME, ME.
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