And other neurosis I have...
You know what I love? That UPS tracking system. As in, they send you an email saying 'your package was shipped, click here to track it', and then they show you where it is right now and when it will get to you.
LOVE it. It's EXCITING.
My package is on it's way to Illinois right now. I'll keep you updated.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Update:
Sold another book on Half.com = $10.00
Money made at the clothing resale shop = $26.50
Today I filled out the form for our homeowners insurance. I got to the part where it says "past updates". We don't know about any past updates, and there's nothing in the disclosure because the person selling it isn't the person who lived in the house. So I call my insurance agent and I tell her that I know the roof and furnace are brand new, but I have no idea about the plumbing or electrical. This conversation transpires:
"Well, okay. How old do the pipes look?"
"....."
"Well do they look somewhat new?"
"What does a new pipe look like? Shiny?"
"How about you just look at them and take a guess about the year they went in?"
Okay, lady. You realize what you basically just said to me was "Pick a number between 1 and 100" right? How the hell am I supposed to know what year the pipes went in? Do pipes from different decades look different? Why don't you ask me questions about the house that I know the answer to, like, "What color are you painting the living room?", or "Is Rob going to buy you that cool wine cabinet you want?"
Sold another book on Half.com = $10.00
Money made at the clothing resale shop = $26.50
Today I filled out the form for our homeowners insurance. I got to the part where it says "past updates". We don't know about any past updates, and there's nothing in the disclosure because the person selling it isn't the person who lived in the house. So I call my insurance agent and I tell her that I know the roof and furnace are brand new, but I have no idea about the plumbing or electrical. This conversation transpires:
"Well, okay. How old do the pipes look?"
"....."
"Well do they look somewhat new?"
"What does a new pipe look like? Shiny?"
"How about you just look at them and take a guess about the year they went in?"
Okay, lady. You realize what you basically just said to me was "Pick a number between 1 and 100" right? How the hell am I supposed to know what year the pipes went in? Do pipes from different decades look different? Why don't you ask me questions about the house that I know the answer to, like, "What color are you painting the living room?", or "Is Rob going to buy you that cool wine cabinet you want?"
Monday, December 10, 2007
More, More, More!
It's entirely possible that I have an addictive personality. So, since the semester is (more or less) over, I'm subbing this week and next in order to make some extra $$ for the new furnace at our new house, so I don't have to take the money out of savings. I hate subbing. HATE it. Almost as much as I hate taking money out of savings. You see my dilemma. And yet, I'm obsessed with then online sub-job-getting system. It's like the thrill of getting something, you know? Like, "Oh! I saw it first! It's mine! YEAH!... shit. now I have to sub." I sit there while I'm doing things and repeatedly press refresh every five minutes or so. Okay, every two minutes. The point is, I have an addiction. With getting crappy sub jobs, it's not such a big deal. But when it comes to Ebay....
It's funny that Rebecca was just talking about the same thing the other day. With her, it's buying. With me, it's selling. We're starting to slooooowly pack things up for the move to the house, and I found a few books, mostly old text books, that I don't need anymore and I've been meaning to put on Half.com. So I do. And the textbook I bought when I was pretending to be an aerobics instructor sold for $25. I'm like, $25!!! SWEET! I've got ALL KINDS OF CRAP around here I can sell.
This is where it gets dangerous. I try to sell everything. What usually happens, in the long run, is that I end up selling something that I actually wanted and end up buying another copy of it for more money than I made off of the one I sold.
It's an addiction. I do it with clothes and the resale shop, too. Except that, half the time, the resale shop thinks it's too trendy for my clothes. Well screw you, I'll sell it on Ebay!
The good news is, I'm already scheduled to teach 3 classes next fall at the state university (I have to talk in code here, to protect the innocent). The bad news is, for next semester, I have one class at the state university and one at the community college, which means half the income. So I have to come up with another way to make up the difference. My first thought was some stupid secretary/administrative assistant job, but I can't because the community college class is in the middle of the day on a Friday, so I can't be full time at any 9-5 job. My second thought was subbing two or three days a week, but after only 3 days of doing that, I can tell you that that is NOT AN OPTION. You know what I hate? Telling people to be quiet. Repeatedly. Seriously, just shut up.
Anyways, so I say to Rob, Rob, what do you think I should do for another job?
Do you know what Rob's idea is?
Google AdSense.
Rob seems to think that putting ads on my blog is going to make up for SEVERAL THOUSAND DOLLARS a month.
I try to explain to him that about 10 people read my blog, but he's insistant. So, if Rob gets his way (and he has a way of doing that), you'll see some ads on my blog. Click on them. Maybe you can pay for my coffee. It will keep me warm in the unemployment line.
ALSO... a NEW CONTEST is brewing people, get your cameras ready...
It's entirely possible that I have an addictive personality. So, since the semester is (more or less) over, I'm subbing this week and next in order to make some extra $$ for the new furnace at our new house, so I don't have to take the money out of savings. I hate subbing. HATE it. Almost as much as I hate taking money out of savings. You see my dilemma. And yet, I'm obsessed with then online sub-job-getting system. It's like the thrill of getting something, you know? Like, "Oh! I saw it first! It's mine! YEAH!... shit. now I have to sub." I sit there while I'm doing things and repeatedly press refresh every five minutes or so. Okay, every two minutes. The point is, I have an addiction. With getting crappy sub jobs, it's not such a big deal. But when it comes to Ebay....
It's funny that Rebecca was just talking about the same thing the other day. With her, it's buying. With me, it's selling. We're starting to slooooowly pack things up for the move to the house, and I found a few books, mostly old text books, that I don't need anymore and I've been meaning to put on Half.com. So I do. And the textbook I bought when I was pretending to be an aerobics instructor sold for $25. I'm like, $25!!! SWEET! I've got ALL KINDS OF CRAP around here I can sell.
This is where it gets dangerous. I try to sell everything. What usually happens, in the long run, is that I end up selling something that I actually wanted and end up buying another copy of it for more money than I made off of the one I sold.
It's an addiction. I do it with clothes and the resale shop, too. Except that, half the time, the resale shop thinks it's too trendy for my clothes. Well screw you, I'll sell it on Ebay!
The good news is, I'm already scheduled to teach 3 classes next fall at the state university (I have to talk in code here, to protect the innocent). The bad news is, for next semester, I have one class at the state university and one at the community college, which means half the income. So I have to come up with another way to make up the difference. My first thought was some stupid secretary/administrative assistant job, but I can't because the community college class is in the middle of the day on a Friday, so I can't be full time at any 9-5 job. My second thought was subbing two or three days a week, but after only 3 days of doing that, I can tell you that that is NOT AN OPTION. You know what I hate? Telling people to be quiet. Repeatedly. Seriously, just shut up.
Anyways, so I say to Rob, Rob, what do you think I should do for another job?
Do you know what Rob's idea is?
Google AdSense.
Rob seems to think that putting ads on my blog is going to make up for SEVERAL THOUSAND DOLLARS a month.
I try to explain to him that about 10 people read my blog, but he's insistant. So, if Rob gets his way (and he has a way of doing that), you'll see some ads on my blog. Click on them. Maybe you can pay for my coffee. It will keep me warm in the unemployment line.
ALSO... a NEW CONTEST is brewing people, get your cameras ready...
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
OMG, U R TTLY FIRED!
So I've been going to this massage therapist for about a year now. Shut up, it comes with my insurance and it really does help my back and neck, which are always, always hurting. Anyhow, every once in a while, she'll start massaging with only one hand for extended periods of time. Which would make sense if she alternated hands. But she doesn't. All this time, this has baffled me. Why? What happened to the other hand?
Last night I realized what was going on. She's TEXT MESSAGING. I can HEAR the buttons if I listen very, very closely. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YOU'RE TEXTING WHILE YOU'RE GIVING A MASSAGE?
You know what that makes me feel like? It makes me feel like I go to a truck stop massage place. It also reminds me of that commercial where the girl is getting her hair done and the hairdresser is on the phone the whole time. Chewing gum.
P.S. In reality, my legs would look like tree trunks in that outfit. Thank God I have an avatar.
So I've been going to this massage therapist for about a year now. Shut up, it comes with my insurance and it really does help my back and neck, which are always, always hurting. Anyhow, every once in a while, she'll start massaging with only one hand for extended periods of time. Which would make sense if she alternated hands. But she doesn't. All this time, this has baffled me. Why? What happened to the other hand?
Last night I realized what was going on. She's TEXT MESSAGING. I can HEAR the buttons if I listen very, very closely. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YOU'RE TEXTING WHILE YOU'RE GIVING A MASSAGE?
You know what that makes me feel like? It makes me feel like I go to a truck stop massage place. It also reminds me of that commercial where the girl is getting her hair done and the hairdresser is on the phone the whole time. Chewing gum.
P.S. In reality, my legs would look like tree trunks in that outfit. Thank God I have an avatar.
Monday, December 03, 2007
True Confessions
(1) Every once in a while, I'll open my cell phone, put it up to my ear, and think that it's broken because there's no dial tone.
(2) Today I gave out mini jars of play-dough in exchange for right answers. It was quite possibly the most enthusiasm I've seen out of my students all semester.
(3) I am ashamed of myself. I am ashamed of myself because my dog is currently wearing a puffy coat with a fake fur collar. What the hell happened to me? I think she hates me. Which is understandable, because I hate me for putting her in it.
(4) She looks damn cute.
Question:
Why do the Napa Auto Parts trucks have baseball hats on top? You sell auto parts, not baseball hats. You make no sense.
(1) Every once in a while, I'll open my cell phone, put it up to my ear, and think that it's broken because there's no dial tone.
(2) Today I gave out mini jars of play-dough in exchange for right answers. It was quite possibly the most enthusiasm I've seen out of my students all semester.
(3) I am ashamed of myself. I am ashamed of myself because my dog is currently wearing a puffy coat with a fake fur collar. What the hell happened to me? I think she hates me. Which is understandable, because I hate me for putting her in it.
(4) She looks damn cute.
Question:
Why do the Napa Auto Parts trucks have baseball hats on top? You sell auto parts, not baseball hats. You make no sense.
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