Must make my first witty Facebook post of the morning. Thinking. Nothing coming to mind. Finally decide on, "" It will have to do. Head out the door, start the car, get one block away, and remember. Left my temporary front tooth on the dresser. Must not go to work looking like a redneck. Drive back, refill coffee, get tooth... look at computer.
"Unable to post. Please try again later."
Secure tooth in mouth, push "Enter" on computer keyboard. Success. Entry made.
Just wondering: How did the computer know I was coming back?
Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
#@!*%*! My Survey Says
I think I just blew my chances of winning a $4,000.00 gift card.
This week, I stopped in a well-known department store to pick up some deodorant. As I passed through the haze of smoking employees suffering through the indignity of taking their nicotine break out-of-doors, I heard one of them loudly complain, "That's a bunch of bull-@#!$!" Lovely. So nice to receive a warm welcome to my shopping experience.
And so I complained. When I got home and filled out my shopper's survey for a chance to win a $4 thousand gift card, I politely wrote the management to tell them exactly what I thought of the language. It's bad enough these days that shoppers throw around the f-bomb as if it's just another word, with no regard for children or any others nearby. Honestly, I've heard it used toward the children more often than I care to admit. I don't think I lived such a sheltered life that I just never noticed it before... it's at a point where people just don't care. But employees, at the very least should know better. If not, they should be taught. Repeated foul language is grounds for dismissal. Period.
Now. To their credit, this particular store has allowed its employees to say, "Merry Christmas" instead of "Happy Holidays" for years. And during the Christmas season, I made sure I let management know I was pleased with that. But it didn't get me any closer to the $4 thousand prize. I'm not holding my breath this time either.
Except of course, when I walk through the smoky cloud.
This week, I stopped in a well-known department store to pick up some deodorant. As I passed through the haze of smoking employees suffering through the indignity of taking their nicotine break out-of-doors, I heard one of them loudly complain, "That's a bunch of bull-@#!$!" Lovely. So nice to receive a warm welcome to my shopping experience.
And so I complained. When I got home and filled out my shopper's survey for a chance to win a $4 thousand gift card, I politely wrote the management to tell them exactly what I thought of the language. It's bad enough these days that shoppers throw around the f-bomb as if it's just another word, with no regard for children or any others nearby. Honestly, I've heard it used toward the children more often than I care to admit. I don't think I lived such a sheltered life that I just never noticed it before... it's at a point where people just don't care. But employees, at the very least should know better. If not, they should be taught. Repeated foul language is grounds for dismissal. Period.
Now. To their credit, this particular store has allowed its employees to say, "Merry Christmas" instead of "Happy Holidays" for years. And during the Christmas season, I made sure I let management know I was pleased with that. But it didn't get me any closer to the $4 thousand prize. I'm not holding my breath this time either.
Except of course, when I walk through the smoky cloud.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Just Like Starting Over...
4 weeks into the new year. How are you doing on your New Year's Resolutions? I've made some progress on at least one of my four resolutions, and quite frankly failed miserably at another.
So far.
Resolution #1 is to read four "classic" books in 2011. I attacked this one with a vengeance! Within the first three weeks I had blasted through "The Grapes of Wrath," followed by "Farenheit 451" and "Of Mice and Men." It won't be too much longer before I'm finished with "A Tale of Two Cities," and resolution #1 will be completed.
It's Resolution #2 that's giving me fits. I have some serious weight to lose. Yes, I can hear the collective groans and sighs right now. Some of you may have given up already. But I can't. I've resolved to do it. I really don't care what the scales said this morning. Okay, maybe a little. All right, all right. I DO care, but I'm just going to turn the discouragement into action. I hit the treadmill for a brisk 2 mile walk this morning, burned off 150 calories and about ten pages of Mr. Dickens' novel all at the same time.
That's the choice we have when we're discouraged. It's simple really... we either give up or fight harder. Kind of reminds me of the early church following the death of Stephen. Just as the church really got rocking and thousands were hearing about Jesus, the enemies of the church stoned this spirit-filled man to death. But the church wouldn't be stopped. Even though they scattered, they resolved to keep on keeping on for Jesus. The result? Even more people heard about Christ, and the enemies of the church LOST!
The scales will lose. I will win this fight. I will keep my resolutions. I have 11 months and 3 days left to do it, and it WILL be done. Bank on it.
Now, as for the other two resolutions.... stay tuned.
So far.
Resolution #1 is to read four "classic" books in 2011. I attacked this one with a vengeance! Within the first three weeks I had blasted through "The Grapes of Wrath," followed by "Farenheit 451" and "Of Mice and Men." It won't be too much longer before I'm finished with "A Tale of Two Cities," and resolution #1 will be completed.
It's Resolution #2 that's giving me fits. I have some serious weight to lose. Yes, I can hear the collective groans and sighs right now. Some of you may have given up already. But I can't. I've resolved to do it. I really don't care what the scales said this morning. Okay, maybe a little. All right, all right. I DO care, but I'm just going to turn the discouragement into action. I hit the treadmill for a brisk 2 mile walk this morning, burned off 150 calories and about ten pages of Mr. Dickens' novel all at the same time.
That's the choice we have when we're discouraged. It's simple really... we either give up or fight harder. Kind of reminds me of the early church following the death of Stephen. Just as the church really got rocking and thousands were hearing about Jesus, the enemies of the church stoned this spirit-filled man to death. But the church wouldn't be stopped. Even though they scattered, they resolved to keep on keeping on for Jesus. The result? Even more people heard about Christ, and the enemies of the church LOST!
The scales will lose. I will win this fight. I will keep my resolutions. I have 11 months and 3 days left to do it, and it WILL be done. Bank on it.
Now, as for the other two resolutions.... stay tuned.
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