Friday, December 22, 2006

Merry Christmas!

Well, I am off to Youngstown for the holidays! I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday, and I hope you eat tons of food that is bad for you. I will be back in the New Year and will hopefully be back to posting more regularly. I may even have drunken pictures for you from all the partying I will be doing. (yeah, right.)

I am in the process of creating an online "Stupid Customer Book" since we can not have one at work anymore. Start thinking up some of your most idiotic customer experiences or quotes and send them to me -- you can either comment on this post or e-mail me personally. I will be adding all the stories for everyone to enjoy. Feel free to ask me to post them anonymously, with an alias, or quote you by name. I will be adding some of my own experiences too, but all in all I would like everyone to participate if they can.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Trying to iron out issues with Blogger Beta

Hey all, sorry for the random picture, but I have been having issues since I changed from Blogger, to Blogger Beta. I am trying to fix these issues today.

I had written a whole lot more for my military post and lost it all, so I am really irritated with this new system. I haven't been able to post pictures either, so I am trying to fix that right now.

Hope you enjoy this little ditty.

A little perspective...

A Myspace friend forwarded this on to me. I unfortuately do not know the original author, but I wanted to share it with you bitches. Retail workers spend most of their holiday's being snapped at, given attitude to, and yelled at. The reasons for this treatment? Because we are out of the new Oprah book, or Play Station 3, or skinny jeans, or microwave, etc etc. Meanwhile, much more important things are going on in this world. Let's not forget the women who are fighting and dying out there too!

You stay up for 16 hours
He stays up for days on end.
You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He goes days or weeks without running water.
You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.
He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.
You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt,
and go meet up with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.
You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.
You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.
You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.
Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.
You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet
You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.
You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
You are asked to go to the store by your parents.
You don't.He does exactly what he is told.
You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by gunfire.
You sit there and judge him, saying the world is probably a worse place because of men like him.
If only there were more men like him