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Birthdays & Screamers

Filed under: Are You Kidding Me?,Birthdays,Parents,Peaves,Such is Life,Work — Amy @ 2:17 pm

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!

Hey, good news from yesterday’s vent about the $130 sandwich. It looks like the problem will resolve itself, as Bank of America doesn’t seem to be charging us any overdraft fees. That’s the first time I’ve ever witnessed a banking problem resolve itself, so I’m still a bit skeptical, but it appears to be the case. Wahoo!

We got a Screamer on the phone today. Not a huge surprise, I predicted that she was going to be trouble when she first signed up. One of those lovely people who (in addition to being annoyingly high-maintenance) doesn’t read the literature and gets all upset two months later when things aren’t the way they imagined. Fun times.

One thing I have noticed about this job though is the fact that I seem to be developing an immunity to screaming customers. I remember working at the bank a few years back and when a customer would start being unreasonable and demanding, I would get tongue-tied and freeze up like a rabbit in the road and it would completely ruin my day…sometimes my week, depending on how demoralizing they were. I think I still have scars from Mr. Green.

Anyway, perhaps it’s because I really feel competent in what I’m doing now, or (more likely) because I’ve grown up a bit. I now have much less of a problem telling someone exactly where they can put their money-back guarantee. In so many words. While maintaining my professional persona, of course.

Birthdays & Screamers

Filed under: Such is Life — Amy @ 9:17 am

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!

Hey, good news from yesterday’s vent about the $130 sandwich. It looks like the problem will resolve itself, as Bank of America doesn’t seem to be charging us any overdraft fees. That’s the first time I’ve ever witnessed a banking problem resolve itself, so I’m still a bit skeptical, but it appears to be the case. Wahoo!

We got a Screamer on the phone today. Not a huge surprise, I predicted that she was going to be trouble when she first signed up. One of those lovely people who (in addition to being annoyingly high-maintenance) doesn’t read the literature and gets all upset two months later when things aren’t the way they imagined. Fun times.

One thing I have noticed about this job though is the fact that I seem to be developing an imunity to screaming customers. I remember working at the bank a few years back and when a customer would start being unreasonable and demanding, I would get tongue-tied and freeze up like a rabbit in the road and it would completely ruin my day…sometimes my week, depending on how demoralizing they were. I think I still have scars from Mr. Green.

Anyway, perhaps it’s because I really feel competent in what I’m doing now, or (more likely) because I’ve grown up a bit. I now have much less of a problem telling someone exactly where they can put their money-back guarantee. In so many words. While maintaining my professional persona, of course.

I know something you don’t know…

Filed under: School,Secrets,Such is Life,Work — Amy @ 2:12 pm

I know something you don’t know (insert nanny-nanny-boo-boo tune here). That now makes a total of 3, count them, three pieces of personal gossip information that I am privy to at this moment in time. HA. Am I easily entertained or what?

You gotta love casual Fridays. There’s nothing quite like throwing on an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt to make you feel better about going to work for one more day out of the week.

Guess what??? I DID IT!!! Last night I finally finished my writing assignment (insert Chariots of Fire music here)! Granted, it’s not the best thing I’ve ever done, and it borders on completely ignoring the directions. But it’s done and that’s what matters to me right now. That’s what gets me through today, knowing that my free time this weekend will not be spent punching keys into a keyboard, staring at a computer screen, and hitting the “Delete” key 57 million times. Yes, fifty-seven million.

Nor will it be spent in guilt over not doing the above. I had a guilt dream last night about this assignment. Actually in my dream the assignment was an oral presentation on the Atlantic Ocean and I got attacked by a biting lobster with no arms. But I think it was because of this writing assignment.

I know something you don’t know…

Filed under: Such is Life — Amy @ 9:12 am

I know something you don’t know (insert nanny-nanny-boo-boo tune here). That now makes a total of 3, count them, three pieces of personal gossip information that I am privvy to at this moment in time. HA. Am I easily entertained or what?

You gotta love casual Fridays. There’s nothing quite like throwing on an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt to make you feel better about going to work for one more day out of the week.

Guess what??? I DID IT!!! Last night I finally finished my writing assignment (insert Chariots of Fire music here)! Granted, it’s not the best thing I’ve ever done, and it borders on completely ignoring the directions. But it’s done and that’s what matters to me right now. That’s what gets me through today, knowing that my free time this weekend will not be spent punching keys into a keyboard, staring at a computer screen, and hitting the “Delete” key 57 million times. Yes, fifty-seven million.

Nor will it be spent in guilt over not doing the above. I had a guilt dream last night about this assignment. Actually in my dream the assignment was an oral presentation on the Atlantic Ocean and I got attacked by a biting lobster with no arms. But I think it was because of this writing assignment.

Struggle

Filed under: Are You Kidding Me?,Confessions,Peaves,Such is Life,Work — Amy @ 2:09 pm

“Everyday is a struggle between what I wanna say, and what I should keep to myself…”

-Toby Lightman, Everyday

“[Company Name], this is Amy.”
“I’m a distributor and there’s a sticker on my box that says ‘Distributor ID Number: 5714.’ Is that my Distributor ID Number?”
“Well it’s certainly not your IQ.”
(NOTE: Distributor ID Number has been changed to protect the stupid)

“Olive Garden, may I help you?”
“Yes, I need to add a soup to the pick-up order I placed a few minutes ago.”
“What kind?”
“I can’t remember the name, it’s the one that starts with a Z.”
“The Pasta e Fagioli?”
“Did you pass kindergarten?”

Personal Victory of the Day: I am slowly winning the battle of the bulge. Of the 12 pounds I gained after I got married (actually, after I graduated and quit walking around a 5-level campus all day) I’m down to 7 as of this morning. Yee-ha! Of course, that probably has less to do with any efforts of my own, and more to do with the fact that last night’s dinner didn’t stick with me very long.

I think I have developed some sort of a food allergy, but can’t for the life of me figure it out. Sometimes I make notes on what I eat, and have come to the following conclusions:

Milk: OK if I drink it on a regular basis. BAD if I haven’t had it in a while
Milk on an empty stomach: BAD
Milk + Wings: BAD
Chocolate Milk + Wings: OK
Chocolate Milk on an empty stomach: BAD
Milk + Cereal: OK
Pizza: OK
Pizza + Coke: usually OK
Studio Movie Grill Pizza + Pepsi: Bad…sometimes
Cheesecake: BAD
Crab: BAD sometimes, but I don’t care. I like it too much.
Wienerschnitzel Hot dogs: BAD…but that probably goes without saying.
Alfredo: BAD
Tai Noodle Dishes: BAD
Fajitas at On the Border: OK
Fajitas at Colorado Restaurant: BAD
Coke: OK
Penne w/4-cheese marinara: OK
Coke + Penne w/4-cheese marinara: BAD

After all that, I still can’t figure it out. I guess I’m not lactose intolerant, or dairy products would always bother me, right? It seems that carbonated beverages and cheese don’t go well together. And I don’t know what was with the hot dogs and fajitas. Ideas, anyone?

I’m a glutton for punishment. It’s free lunch day at work (yay) and we’re having Olive Garden. Cheese ravioli and lasagna. And Coke. Bad for diet and food allergy. Yummmmm…

On a side note, I have discovered why cowboys walk bow-legged. Contrary to popular belief, it has nothing to do with riding horses. It’s so they can keep from scuffing up those pretty boots. I need to take a lesson from them, as I have just succeeded in ruining yet another pair of great leather boots by scratching up the sides with my heels. Doh.

And on another side note,

I can’t even teach my cat to do this.

Struggle

Filed under: Pets/Animals,Such is Life — Amy @ 9:09 am

“Everyday is a struggle between what I wanna say, and what I should keep to myself…”
Toby Lightman, Everyday

“****** Marketing, this is Amy.”
“I’m a distributor and there’s a sticker on my box that says ‘Distributor ID Number: 5714.’ Is that my Distributor ID Number?”
“Well it’s certainly not your IQ.”
(NOTE: Distributor ID Number has been changed to protect the stupid)

“Olive Garden, may I help you?”
“Yes, I need to add a soup to the pick-up order I placed a few minutes ago.”
“What kind?”
“I can’t remember the name, it’s the one that starts with a Z.”
“The Pasta e Fagioli?”
“Did you pass kindergarden?”

Personal Victory of the Day: I am slowly winning the battle of the bulge. Of the 12 pounds I gained after I got married (actually, after I graduated and quit walking around a 5-level campus all day) I’m down to 7 as of this morning. Yee-ha! Of course, that probably has less to do with any efforts of my own, and more to do with the fact that last night’s dinner didn’t stick with me very long.

I think I have developed some sort of a food allergy, but can’t for the life of me figure it out. Sometimes I make notes on what I eat, and have come to the following conclusions:

Milk: OK if I drink it on a regular basis. BAD if I haven’t had it in a while
Milk on an empty stomach: BAD
Milk + Wings: BAD
Chocolate Milk + Wings: OK
Chocolate Milk on an empty stomach: BAD
Milk + Cereal: OK
Pizza: OK
Pizza + Coke: usually OK
Studio Movie Grill Pizza + Pepsi: Bad…sometimes
Cheesecake: BAD
Crab: BAD sometimes, but I don’t care. I like it too much.
Wienerschnitzel Hotdogs: BAD…but that probably goes without saying.
Alfredo: BAD
Tai Noodle Dishes: BAD
Fajitas at On the Border: OK
Fajitas at Colorado Restaurant: BAD
Coke: OK
Penne w/4-cheese marinara: OK
Coke + Penne w/4-cheese marinara: BAD

After all that, I still can’t figure it out. I guess I’m not lactose intolerant, or dairy products would always bother me, right? It seems that carbonated beverages and cheese don’t go well together. And I don’t know what was with the hotdogs and fajitas. Ideas, anyone?

I’m a glutton for punishment. It’s free lunch day at work (yay) and we’re having Olive Garden. Cheese ravioli and lasagna. And Coke. Bad for diet and food allergy. Yummmmm…

On a side note, I have discovered why cowboys walk bow-legged. Contrary to popular belief, it has nothing to do with riding horses. It’s so they can keep from scuffing up those pretty boots. I need to take a lesson from them, as I have just succeeded in ruining yet another pair of great leather boots by scratching up the sides with my heels. Doh.

And on another side note, I can’t even teach my cat to do this.

Good Thing, Bad Thing

Filed under: Makes Me Happy,Peaves,Such is Life,Work — Amy @ 2:08 pm

Good thing: Mocha Coconut Frappuccino

Bad Thing: Said Mocha Coconut Frappuccino has been discontinued by Starbucks. Must settle for plain Mocha Frappuccino.

Good Thing: Opting for healthy smoothie instead of traditional Mocha Frappuccino

Bad Thing: Finding out (after finishing it) that smoothie has more calories than Mocha Frappuccino

Good Thing: Remembering to bring book for slow periods at work

Bad Thing: Forgetting to bring reading glasses

Good Thing: Going home during lunch to get reading glasses and accidentally being there when the pest control guy shows up and needs access to the locked gate

Bad Thing: Being late in returning from work because pest control guy showed up

Good Thing: Finally having reading glasses at work

Bad Thing: Never having a chance to read because suddenly things are busy

Good Thing: Being really busy at work

Bad Thing: Being really busy at work because of crappy project

Good Thing: Going home after crappy project.

Bad Thing: Getting stuck in rush hour traffic because of crappy project

Good Thing: Arriving home to find that long-awaited scrapbooking supplies have arrived. Can finally continue scrapping pages that have been put on hold waiting for supplies.

Bad Thing: Still haven’t finished writing lesson (aaaggghhh) so scrapbooking gets put on hold again

Good Thing, Bad Thing

Filed under: Peaves,Such is Life — Amy @ 9:08 am

Good thing: Mocha Coconut Frappuccino
Bad Thing: Said Mocha Coconut Frappuccino has been discontinued by Starbucks. Must settle for plain Mocha Frappuccino.

Good Thing: Opting for healthy smoothie instead of traditional Mocha Frappuccino
Bad Thing: Finding out (after finishing it) that smoothie has more calories than Mocha Frappuccino

Good Thing: Remembering to bring book for slow periods at work
Bad Thing: Forgetting to bring reading glasses

Good Thing: Going home during lunch to get reading glasses and accidentally being there when the pest control guy shows up and needs access to the locked gate
Bad Thing: Being late in returning from work because pest control guy showed up

Good Thing: Finally having reading glasses at work
Bad Thing: Never having a chance to read because suddenly things are busy

Good Thing: Being really busy at work
Bad Thing: Being really busy at work because of crappy project

Good Thing: Going home after crappy project.
Bad Thing: Getting stuck in rush hour traffic because of crappy project

Good Thing: Arriving home to find that long-awaited scrapbooking supplies have arrived. Can finally continue scrapping pages that have been put on hold waiting for supplies.
Bad Thing: Still haven’t finished writing lesson (aaaggghhh) so scrapbooking gets put on hold again

9:00PM. I think I must be the biggest procrastinator in the world. I just created a myspace.com account (like I’m ever going to use that) to keep from doing my writing assignment for 10 minutes. I’m having a really hard time with this one for some reason. I’m supposed to write a 750-1000 word short story. Piece of cake, right? Wrong. I think I’ve started over completely at least 4 times already. Sigh. So far I’m 675 words into my latest draft and my story hasn’t gone anywhere. Double sigh. Why is story-writing so easy when it’s NOT for an assignment? Grrrrrr…

Back on Track

Filed under: Marriage,Memories,Moving,Pets/Animals,Such is Life — Amy @ 9:06 am

I’m taking a writing class to improve my creative and copywriting skills and by all accounts, I really should be doing my current assignment right now (since it’s already a week late). However, I had to take a break from my 3,000 word story that I’m frustrated with right now because I no longer care about the plot or characters I have thusfar created. This indicates a major problem and probably means that I should start over with something new, but since I’m short on time, the prospect of starting over makes me groan. I therefore feel obligated to continue muddling through the structure I have already set up.

Anyway, I wanted to take a break to express how happy I am that J has this marketing job. It’s fun to be watching TV with him and when a commercial comes on hear him say “Hey, we did that.” For the first time in two years, he’s not hating his job and for the first time in three and a half years, seems to really be enjoying his job. That’s priceless.

Until May 2003, we were trekking through life at a relatively amiable pace. We were financially and otherwise independent, both working, and had bought a house. Suddenly, our lives were run off the road and brought to a screeching halt when J’s boss took a dive off the deep end of sanity. Added to that major problem was also the issue that our mortgage company had originally mis-estimated our mortgage payment and sent us a letter in May stating that the monthly payment would go up by 20%. That was 20% we didn’t have.

Before we knew it, J was out of work in a dead economy, and we had to sell our little house and move to Texas seeking shelter from my parents. We lost everything we had put into the house that we had only lived in for ten months, were unemployed, and J was still recovering from the emotional hell that boss-man had put him through. The situation wasn’t helped by the fact that our beloved puppy, Japp, escaped from the yard the day we arrived in Texas and was killed by a speeding driver.

Since that point, try as we might to get back on the track of life and progress over the last year and a half, we seemed to be doing little more than spinning doughnuts on the side of the road. J bounced from junk job to junk job, each time getting further from his intended field (we soon discovered that the job market in Dallas was not much better than the job market in Seattle) and while I was generally steadily employed, it was never enough to pay the bills. For the first six months of our stay in Texas, I was working for my Dad, and although I enjoyed the job and took it very seriously, I couldn’t help but feel that it was something of a handout. A handout I was extremely grateful for, but I still had the need to earn my own way.

There were times when we were able to save a little money, but something always came along to instantly eat away the savings that we had painstakingly accrued.

And now, J and I both have jobs that we love and obtained “on our own.” Even better, we don’t have to choose each month between paying the bills or paying rent (gasp!). Though it may have suffered some dents along the way, it appears that our little car has made its way back onto the highway and is once again heading in the right direction. Hope is a powerful thing. And God is good.

And now I’d better get back on track with my writing assignment.

Squirrelly Dogs & Friggin US Mail

Filed under: Peaves,Pets/Animals,Such is Life — Amy @ 7:54 am

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.

It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

Filed under: High School,Memories,Such is Life,Weather — Amy @ 4:00 pm

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.

It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

Filed under: Hobbies,Memories,Such is Life — Amy @ 7:53 am

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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