My Uncle and brother picked me up after work. My brother has been touring Tito Rene around Seattle. He and Tita Alice visited from Chicago to take care of Tito Mayo, Tita Alice's youngest brother. He had just had a quadruple heart bypass surgery last week, and Tita Alice, being a retired nurse, decided to help Tita Michelle out in taking care of ( Read more... )

So I've recently moved from taking calls to taking chats here at work. In some ways, it's easier, in some ways it's not. My jaw gets a well-deserved rest from talking all day, so that's great. On the other hand, I have to juggle between two customers most of the time. But it's ok, I'm used to that (Hello YM! Hello facebook chat ( Read more... )

Isn't work stressful enough as it is? Why would people add more stress by backstabbing their coworkers and spreading gossip and rumors ( Read more... )

So given that it's the new year, I suppose an obligatory new year's resolutions post is in order. Normally, I don't really believe in making these resolutions, but I have a good feeling for 2011. I've seen an upward trend on my years so far, so probabilistically, 2011's bound to be better ( Read more... )

This is to explain my work to Vilma and anyone else who might be remotely interested in my life. I work in a call center at the base of Queen Anne Hill in Seattle. It's the call center for a cruise line. The call center is inside the corporate headquarters of said cruise line.I am a reservations agent at the call center. I don't seel cruises, I ( Read more... )

I saw a sign by the post office today ( Read more... )

The mere mention of the name Ted Mosby may sometimes arouse people into saying "hopeless romantic" at best, and "relationship whore" at worst. Even I have a very complicated stand for this very famous (or infamous?) character. Throughout the seasons, we have all seen Ted Mosby chasing idealistically after girls, giving all of her heart and ( Read more... )

Don't read down If you are faint of heart...

( I had a dream... )

Today was pleasantly cold and windy. I don't know why, but I seem to enjoy this bleary weather. It felt like, if I held my trench-coat up into some sort of impromptu wings, I would be able to fly away ( Read more... )

Yes, my LJ is alive again.

I had a few hours between getting off work and the Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin gig at Capitol Hill. I spent those hours eating my meager pizza dinner, shopping for a trench coat (gotta look indie for the gig thingy) and walking around the city. Around 7pm I took the bus to Capitol Hill.


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