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There's a Reason for My Headache
I think that government agencies use the muzak they play when you're on hold to try to cut down on the number of callers. Seriously, after ten minutes of the same cruddy music on an endless loop, and I was not only ready to hang up, but also ready to do myself in. What a way to cut down on the services you provide: irritate the callers until ( Read more... ) -
Asking Questions
This past weekend was amazing. I went back down to the Roseburg area for several reasons: 1. See the first home football game and meet up with former co-workers from the high school I used to work at; 2. Help my former roommate clean out our former apartment so we can get our security deposit back; and 3. Hear Elder David A. Bednar speak not once ( Read more... ) -
Love Letter
Dear Portland,
I love you. Truly, I do. First, you let me go to the lovely Pittock Mansion for free:
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Blah blah blah. I mean, really.
I never would have guessed, one year ago today, that I would be sitting where I am and doing what I am doing. A year ago today, I was teaching in a classroom, confident in my teaching abilities, confident that I could be a good teacher. I never imagined that I would end up losing my job and that I would struggle to find even part-time employment ( Read more... ) -
The In Between Place
I remember once having a conversation with a friend about a time she was put on hold. She had been informed by the person on the other line that she would be transferred, and then... nothing. No friendly "hello" on the other end, no annoying music, no dial tone. Just nothing. She tried saying hello, to see if the person was there who did not ( Read more... ) -
When you put me through the ringer I am racked with pain
Just a thought:
It is "through the wringer," not "through the ringer."
Also, it is "wracked with pain," not "racked with pain" (unless you are on the medieval torture device known as the rack).
Thank you. That is all. -
Death by Canoe
My roommate Red (well, former roommate, now that I'm living back at home) has this adventurous dad who does cool adventure-y things (gosh, aren't you in awe of my mad writing skillz? I know I am). And before I left lovely southern Oregon, he was determined to make me adventurous. So they decided to take me down the Umpqua River in a Tahiti Kayak ( Read more... ) -
Professional Advertising Should be Correct!
So I moved, right? On Saturday I was driving my car full of junk to the north where I was to deposit the majority of it in a storage unit, where I will never see it again. Well, on I-5 north, there is this sign, encouraging me to go to Jubitz! Yay Jubitz! It must be so exciting, what with their bazillion signs and whatnot, all encouraging me ( Read more... ) -
Not Comic Sans!
When I was whinging on about Comic Sans the other day, I neglected some research. That oversight shall be corrected herewith. I encourage you to watch this video. Once you've done that, watch this video. Trust me, it all comes together to support my original hypothesis that Comic Sans is unworthy. -
Hoarding
Have you seen that show about hoarders? Me neither. It always looks a little terrifying, and I refuse to watch it because I fear that I will recognize myself too much in it. See, I'm a sentimental person, and I keep things as trinkets and memories, even ridiculous things that probably are actually meaningless. Nothing highlights this fact about ( Read more... )