G-d bless my mom, her business sense & fortitude has allowed me the luxury to leave my job. I won't have to go back to work until I find the house "of my dreams" and am firmly ensconced in it.
My last day will be on Sept 25th, after which I'm going to spend some time screwing my head back on from losing mom AND my dogs in July, to focus on raising my daughter right, look into moving to the Pacific NW, get this hideous post-child birth body of mine back in shape, catch up on my reading (how I miss reading), and finally sort through all the crap I brought over to dad's when I moved in so that I can pack it all up again to leave. LOL.
I'm terrified. I'm afraid I'll be a single mom raising this beautiful girl forever. I'm afraid I won't be able to find good daycare, schools, resources, or even new friends when I move. I know these are irrational fears, but they're there. I'm also exhilarated and excited about this new chapter in my life. I'm hopeful that Dex's daddy will find a way to remain in our lives (G-d knows I want him to). I'm grateful that I have an opportunity to become a full-fledged adult & do what's right for myself and my child. My head & heart are full of emotions, very overwhelming. But it'll all be okay, no matter what. I just have to remember that.
The end for today. Work is calling (thank Crisco I don't have to do this much longer)...
C ~
Monday, September 17, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Customer Service
I took this "definition" from another blog called "Begging to Differ, which has apparently gone away (too bad, it was a cool blog). Anyway, it's SO true! I wish I'd written this... Enjoy.Customer service (noun) [kuhs-tuh-mer sur-vis]
definition
1. Providing the minimal amount of interaction or aid required to keep a working relationship with a customer. This is usually carried out by underpaid employees that are only permitted to read from pre-written scripts; often follows 15 minutes of dealing with computer recorded menus and 30 minutes of being placed on hold. Customer service usually follows billing mistakes in the form of extra charges and/or service outages and is sometimes treated as a luxury, coming with a monetary charge to the user
2. User populated bulletin boards where other customers that have had similar problems help correct product issues.
3. (outdated, circa 1990) An act of helpful activity towards an individual with whom you have a business relationship to aid in solving an issue with their account or service. The customer is always right…
Hunter (as in Hunter S. Thompson) was a cock too, but at least he was funny!
A friend sent this quote to me (see below). It made me laugh. I needed a laugh, so I'm posting it here in the hopes it gives my one or two other readers a laugh as well. Btw, my father's name is Hunter. How appropriate."I hate to advocate weird chemicals, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone… but they’ve always worked for me." - Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
My dad is a cock.
A friend told me this morning that my dad has "forgotten love."
Bullocks! I say he never KNEW love, therefore how could he forget?
That's way too easy an excuse. It gives him far too much credit. It also assumes he has an actual heart beating in that concave blackened rotting hole of a cavity he calls a chest.
He's just a sad, pitiful bastard. Another dry drunk who can't (won't) take responsibility for his actions, his drinking, his utter lack of HUMAN-NESS.
He has spewed the ever running diarrhea from his mouth at me & my kid for the last time. I am not going to get sucked into his misery or his mean-spirited nastiness anymore. The last words that I'll ever direct his way (other than the words "Goodbye" when I finally leave CA forever) were last night when I told him he was the most selfish, self-absorbed person I'd ever known. That's it dad. That's the last words you're gonna get from me. Ever.
You shall reep what you sow old man. And I will feel not one iota of sorry for you. No guilt, no shame, no nothing. I sir, am done with you, for good.
The end.
Bullocks! I say he never KNEW love, therefore how could he forget?
That's way too easy an excuse. It gives him far too much credit. It also assumes he has an actual heart beating in that concave blackened rotting hole of a cavity he calls a chest.
He's just a sad, pitiful bastard. Another dry drunk who can't (won't) take responsibility for his actions, his drinking, his utter lack of HUMAN-NESS.
He has spewed the ever running diarrhea from his mouth at me & my kid for the last time. I am not going to get sucked into his misery or his mean-spirited nastiness anymore. The last words that I'll ever direct his way (other than the words "Goodbye" when I finally leave CA forever) were last night when I told him he was the most selfish, self-absorbed person I'd ever known. That's it dad. That's the last words you're gonna get from me. Ever.
You shall reep what you sow old man. And I will feel not one iota of sorry for you. No guilt, no shame, no nothing. I sir, am done with you, for good.
The end.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
I dream of Pinkberry
Seriously. I do. I can't get enough of it. It's the new crack craze in LA/OC. And now that we have two Pinkberry stores in LB, I want my crack as often as I can get it. All hail the Crack(errr,Pink)berry!
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