It is participation time now. Go find a calender, or sense you are on a computer you can just go to your tool bar. Check out what day it is. Make doubly sure that it is the beginning of November. Now tell me why in the world it appears to be Christmas already.
November 1st I walked into a Wendy’s that was playing Christmas music. There is a Christmas tree in the main lobby of my office building. I have seen no less than 3 Christmas shopping guides popping up here and there. Any Thanksgiving is still over two weeks away. When will it ever end (or rather, begin) (or maybe it is end to begin before it began before) (did you get that?)?
/end rant
So I realize I have not been here for awhile. I have been doing other things: like meeting people, buying used furniture, going to work, and building large wooden frames in my living room. Speaking of working, today marks three months in a real job. That is both 1/4 of a year and approx. 1/100 of my entire life, which I have spent in a real full time job.
Let it be known by the masses that visiting a Verizon store is much like being a five-year-old on Christmas Eve except there are no presents to look forward to. Their motto which they plaster all over the place is “We never stop working for you.” This is in fact because they are not fast enough to ever get done. In the past two weeks, I have had the misfortune of having to visit my local office twice. Both occasions require no less than 45 minutes just to get someone to help me. After this wait, I still haven’t gotten what I want them to give. Instead, both times I was told to come back in two weeks. Well blah on you V!
as an addition to an earlier post, another phrase that I do not like or possibly just don’t truely understand is “new and improved”.
According to webster:
new: having existed or having been made but a short time
improve: to make useful additions or amendments
These terms, especially as it applies to advertising are completely contradictory. If something is new, then there is no older version to which improvements could have been added. If it is improved, then an older version of the same thing existed and thus the item is not new.
What you are about to read should have been a real conversation between actual people who could actually see each other. This, sadly, did not happen. Someone, whom I shall not mention *cough*danny*cough*, ended its short life soon after I brought it into the world. I could not let it end there, and so I write.
There are some phrases that irk me. People use them, and I dislike them for it. Actually that isn’t true, but I really don’t like these phrases.
1) “s Best Kept Secret” – This can currently be seen on a sign outside of a building I pass every time I go to Anderson. Is it really a valid advertising method to promote your chosen establishment as a well kept secret? Is it, in fact, still a “secret” if you advertise it as such? Surely someone in Anderson has a secret that is slightly more hidden than the secrecy that is found on a public display.
2) “I could care less.” – This is simply wrong. You should examine your speech and realize that what you really mean is “I couldn’t care less.” This form expresses that you are totally lacking concern for whatever is under discussion, while the former form only indicates that you have yet to reach that total apathy. You could, in fact, be highly concerned.
3) “Up the creek without a paddle” – I know this is a well used expression (I have been know to use it), but I just don’t understand it. As it would seem to me, being UP a creek would not be the problem as the water would propel you downward. The problem would be being DOWN the creek without a paddle, as you would then have a complete disparity of locomotion options.
If I were you, I would expect more of these in the future. I know they are out there, but right now I believe they have run for cover and I must find them cowering behind some forgotten thought within my brain.
The is a terrible trend sweeping this great land of ours. Where once we had space to roam and wander, we are not caged in my the newly constructed fences. I am, of course, talking about voice mail space. Maybe it is just me but I feel that the time given to a single voice mail message has become entirely too small. What happened to the good old days when you could talk for five minutes, just so long as you didn’t run into the end of the tape? I am aware of the fact that I might possibly be long winded, but I do talk fast, and all I really want to be able to do is ask a question and leave contact info and I still am constantly interrupted by that little fence of a BEEP. This combined with the fact that people are more and more commonly not answering their cellphones, despite the fact that they have a cellphone so that they can be reached at any time, and I rarely ever get to finish what I am ….