FIXED the ordering.. yay!
Not much of a post today, because I will not give myself the time. Plus I am driving, so I am actually defeating the purpose of this blog. Having my wife text-to-blog for me, means what ever I say she is again being forced to endure.
Regardless I have to post something for all of my followers, who are not yet following. I mean they just can't wait to get a taste of what they have not ordered yet.
But anyway, forgive my wifes spelling. God gave us one of two things, beauty or smarts. Guess which one she got? I'm just kidding, she's pretty as well. Well I will leave you with this: I'm off to see the devil, the wonderful devil mo-vie.... But I have to pawn my kid off frist to the great people that he calls nanapop...
Hope the movie is good, maybe I will post a review hahaha.
When I think again, you will be the first to know.. -Sam
"Those without thought, believe only in the works of others"
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
service with a smile.
*(Please keep in mind, I'm BLOGGING FROM MY PHONE. With the small screen, I can't(won't put in the effort to) really find all my mistakes and misspellings, forgive me.)*
As I called the rental agency who manages the apartments in which we live, I noticed something. I get more respect from someone who serves me a dollar menu item at McDonald's than from the people I pay $*** to every month. Let me explain... I called about one of our bathroom doors that wouldn't latch shut, "well you gotta come in and fill out a maintenance request" okay that's fine. Ooh since I have already got them on the phone I should probably ask about the large makeshift trailer half blocking our front doorway and all the ruckus in the empty apartment next to ours. "Yes sir they are remodeling/repairing the apartment next to you" is what I thought I would have heard but no. The answer I did get? "Well it's not like their doing it at night are they?" Oh, I guess as a tenant of X apartments, I should only be concerned with my peace at night... So I said, "No ma'am, sorry,I was just wondering if they would be doing this all day or...?" response "Ya, they'll probably be a few days." "oh." As I got of the phone I thought, wtf just happened? Did I just apologize for making her have to push out some sort of answer to my completely legit question? Also did she not even apologize (representing ****** rentals) for the inconvenience? Why did all of this make me feel as if I was wrong for my concern for my family's peace? I'm no CS expert but as a paying tenant, I'm kinda a loyal customer. Given I am a leaseholder, but I think I deserve a little respect. Maybe an empty apology or an effort to give me some sort of etf... Something! I mean if there's pickles on my dollar burger that I didn't ask for(even if they come on the thing) and I let employee of the day know, he/she apoligizes for ruining my whole day(yes, it's that big a deal), and gets me a new burger. Shouldn't a company that I pay much more than just a dollar every month give me at least half that respect when I find issue with the service I pay for? To me, I pay them for a satisfyingly quiet and safe shelter. I would understand if I had been rude about the issue, but I wasn't. I'm no saint but I try for common courtesy to someone I am not familiar with. I kinda thought, with my paying and all, I would receive a little more back. It could be that I am just a self important person, but I think not(lol to irony). I think that I am just too nice. I shouldn't have accepted her statement. I should have outright told her that this noise was an issue, and asked why I wasn't notified that I would be inconvenienced with it for a few days! But I didn't, because I'm not "that guy". Nope I gotta be the guy who takes things with a grain of salt, and demands nothing.... No more! When I go there today I'm gonna stand up for my right to a peaceful environment and let them know I want to be spoken to with respect and am the most important tenant they have, they could never replace me......nvrmnd that would just make me look like a jacka**....oh well, guess I'll just get the door fixed...
Until I think again -Sam
As I called the rental agency who manages the apartments in which we live, I noticed something. I get more respect from someone who serves me a dollar menu item at McDonald's than from the people I pay $*** to every month. Let me explain... I called about one of our bathroom doors that wouldn't latch shut, "well you gotta come in and fill out a maintenance request" okay that's fine. Ooh since I have already got them on the phone I should probably ask about the large makeshift trailer half blocking our front doorway and all the ruckus in the empty apartment next to ours. "Yes sir they are remodeling/repairing the apartment next to you" is what I thought I would have heard but no. The answer I did get? "Well it's not like their doing it at night are they?" Oh, I guess as a tenant of X apartments, I should only be concerned with my peace at night... So I said, "No ma'am, sorry,I was just wondering if they would be doing this all day or...?" response "Ya, they'll probably be a few days." "oh." As I got of the phone I thought, wtf just happened? Did I just apologize for making her have to push out some sort of answer to my completely legit question? Also did she not even apologize (representing ****** rentals) for the inconvenience? Why did all of this make me feel as if I was wrong for my concern for my family's peace? I'm no CS expert but as a paying tenant, I'm kinda a loyal customer. Given I am a leaseholder, but I think I deserve a little respect. Maybe an empty apology or an effort to give me some sort of etf... Something! I mean if there's pickles on my dollar burger that I didn't ask for(even if they come on the thing) and I let employee of the day know, he/she apoligizes for ruining my whole day(yes, it's that big a deal), and gets me a new burger. Shouldn't a company that I pay much more than just a dollar every month give me at least half that respect when I find issue with the service I pay for? To me, I pay them for a satisfyingly quiet and safe shelter. I would understand if I had been rude about the issue, but I wasn't. I'm no saint but I try for common courtesy to someone I am not familiar with. I kinda thought, with my paying and all, I would receive a little more back. It could be that I am just a self important person, but I think not(lol to irony). I think that I am just too nice. I shouldn't have accepted her statement. I should have outright told her that this noise was an issue, and asked why I wasn't notified that I would be inconvenienced with it for a few days! But I didn't, because I'm not "that guy". Nope I gotta be the guy who takes things with a grain of salt, and demands nothing.... No more! When I go there today I'm gonna stand up for my right to a peaceful environment and let them know I want to be spoken to with respect and am the most important tenant they have, they could never replace me......nvrmnd that would just make me look like a jacka**....oh well, guess I'll just get the door fixed...
Until I think again -Sam
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
I'm killing her!
For some reason my brain is weird. It's not like I'm mentally handicapped. More on the contrary. My thought process is always working on overtime, no matter what I'm doing, I cant stop thinking random things... Opposing views of my own, contradicting their selves in my little mind, strings of what-ifs and how-coulds. This has had no affect on my personal life in the past. As of late these thoughts have been seeping from where they belong, in the depths of my screwed up dark little frontal lobe, into my Broca's area then falling right out of my mouth. This wouldn't be a problem in normal conversation. You know, the kind with normal beginnings and ends? This, unfortunately, is not the case. There are no ends or normal beginnings to my thoughts. As I stated before, they are literally just strings of random ideas.
Got to give you a pebble for the rest of this issue: I'm married. Guess who's ear is consistently blessed with these brilliant thoughts from the deep? Thats right, my wife! (begin string:Sarcasm)She is sooo happy that I go on and on about nothing. She just cannot wait to hear all of these great things that I have to say!(end string:Sarcasm) But it never stops, and when I see her squirming in her seat or struggling to focus on the work she has at hand, I feel as if my problem is becoming more of an issue for her instead of myself. You see, she loves me, and with love comes sacrifice. However, I do not think that anyone should have to endure this kind of torture. So this gave me a wonderful idea! Instead of allowing these thoughts to flow into the Broca's area, lets redirect their traffic. So, where can I send these thoughts, and ideas, where she doesn't have to hear them? Ooh, I know! A path somewhere special deep inside of my cerebellum through my nervous system and into these bendy appendages called fingers, which will then pass these great words to the inter-webs through repetitively awesome tapping on my plastic alphabet. This will then allow me to break the over flowing dam which attempts to hold back the river which is my train of thought. Even better, it gives her (and everyone else for that matter) the option to deal with this mess that I call thinking or to just allow the flow to be unheard.
Take note. Some of these thoughts are quite brilliant, (most) others, not so much... But if you are (for some twisted reason) interested in this roller coaster ride of thought, feel free to follow or even comment.
These thoughts are my own, but in no way represent how I feel. They are just my somewhat coherent translation of my uncontrollable over thinking of nothing and everything.... Annnnnnd GO!
Got to give you a pebble for the rest of this issue: I'm married. Guess who's ear is consistently blessed with these brilliant thoughts from the deep? Thats right, my wife! (begin string:Sarcasm)She is sooo happy that I go on and on about nothing. She just cannot wait to hear all of these great things that I have to say!(end string:Sarcasm) But it never stops, and when I see her squirming in her seat or struggling to focus on the work she has at hand, I feel as if my problem is becoming more of an issue for her instead of myself. You see, she loves me, and with love comes sacrifice. However, I do not think that anyone should have to endure this kind of torture. So this gave me a wonderful idea! Instead of allowing these thoughts to flow into the Broca's area, lets redirect their traffic. So, where can I send these thoughts, and ideas, where she doesn't have to hear them? Ooh, I know! A path somewhere special deep inside of my cerebellum through my nervous system and into these bendy appendages called fingers, which will then pass these great words to the inter-webs through repetitively awesome tapping on my plastic alphabet. This will then allow me to break the over flowing dam which attempts to hold back the river which is my train of thought. Even better, it gives her (and everyone else for that matter) the option to deal with this mess that I call thinking or to just allow the flow to be unheard.
Take note. Some of these thoughts are quite brilliant, (most) others, not so much... But if you are (for some twisted reason) interested in this roller coaster ride of thought, feel free to follow or even comment.
These thoughts are my own, but in no way represent how I feel. They are just my somewhat coherent translation of my uncontrollable over thinking of nothing and everything.... Annnnnnd GO!
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