I was passed over for the job that is three blocks away from my house. She said something like “we are going to continue looking for someone who fits in with the office.” I was surprised at that because I had previously worked in that office for 1.5 years. Hmm.. Curious. Regardless, I am moving on to bigger and better things! I have been doing a bit of research on all the things I am entitled to once I switch jobs! When can I start! Yee-haw!
I called the recruiter because I wanted to know who I could call to arrange for my stuff to get moved over. She seriously said to me “what stuff? are you talking about personal stuff because you’ll have to move that stuff yourself.” Obviously she hasn’t been working for us for very long. I was going to tell her that our Materiels department will ship things for us… but I figured it would be better if she found out herself. She said that I was the first person to ever ask her about this. Really. The first. hmmm..
Moves happen all the time at my place of employment. Regardless of the stuff that I have in my desk… it’s mine and I’m taking it with me. She asked me “why would you want to bring files over?” Um… maybe because they are mine? They help me do my job better – they have my performance evaluations and restaurant menus. Gawd! I guess she’s only been with the company for 3 months – hence her complete surprise at a simple question. Let’s start an office pool on her length of employment. Anyone? It’s 10 bucks a square.
Mild mannered pre-k student during the day, defender of correctness at night. That’s PRE-k in case you missed it. PRE… PRE
Mild mannered pre-schooler by day – ferocious fighter of evil at night! Notice the tie.
Oh box… i love you so. You know the right spots to scratch me.
This is the lovely Sophia. She and Bristol were adopted into our family a few weeks ago. She is lovely and such the princess. Please don’t pick her up – but please feel free to drop whipped cream on the floor all day long.
I didn’t do nuttin! If I did… you didn’t see nuttin you get it??
This is our kitteh Bristol! We adopted him and the lovely Sophia a few weeks ago. They are absolutely lovely additions to our family.
Fear. I has it.
Spring has sprung! I couldn’t be happier. I haven’t seen a sky that blue in months! It was 78 beautiful degrees today. Welcome sunshine!!
So this lady had a seizure at work yesterday. It was probably one of the scariest things I have ever witnessed in my entire life. Of course I was curious about what one should do when someone is having a seizure. Thanks to Epilepsy.com I was able to print out this awesome sheet to hang up in my work area.
Unfortunately for the woman I helped yesterday, I did almost everything wrong. Let’s go over it, shall we? It’s very important information.
1. Stay Calm. I completely failed. I was calm with the victim – but I was a maniac with the surrounding on-lookers. I yelled at people to call others. Not yelled, screamed hysterically would be more accurate.
2. Prevent injury by moving any nearby objects. Failed. The only thing I moved was the victim.
3. Pay attention to the length of the seizure. Pay attention? Are they kidding? Have they ever seen a person having a seizure? GAWD
4. Make the person as comfortable as possible. Failed. I took the advice of another person that was completely against my gut instinct. It’s okay, my gut got me back – I was sick the rest of the day.
5. Keep onlookers away. Fail. Are they serious? It was a circus in this office.
6. Do not hold the person down. Huzzah! Pass!
7. Do not put anything in the person’s mouth. Pass again!
8. do not give the person water, pills or food until the person is fully alert. Pass! Yesssss
9. If the seizure continues for longer than five minutes, call 911. We called 911, but I would have failed because time moves differently when you are in crisis mode. It seemed like the whole event took FOREVER.
10. Be sensitive and supportive and ask others to do the same. Pass! I did the best I could.
These are important facts to note. Had I had this list in front of me, I would have felt so much better. I could not have changed what was happening, but I could have been better prepared for the situation. I also wouldn’t have had the adrenaline sweaty funky arm smell for the rest of the day either.
I was the person that found her. I received a phone call from a co-worker in another facility saying they were on a conference call, but this person wasn’t responding. I ran over to check out the situation and found her lying over her chair backwards with her head on the floor. She ended up biting right through her lip but we have heard that she is going home today and is feeling much better.
Okay, so somehow I looked over my renewal subscription to Bon Appetit. I LOVE that magazine. That and Cooks Illustrated are number 1 in my house. Anyway, I told them I wanted to renew… but failed to send a check with one of the million notices that they sent to me. So, rightfully, they sent me to a collections agency. Now, I don’t fault them for this – this is normal business practice. I understand and respect this practice. I deserved to be sent to collections because seriously, I ignored about 100 requests for payment. Not ignored… that’s a bad term. More like… it looked like junk mail so i shredded it. Yes.
I got this notice in the mail last night (does anyone else receive 10-20 pieces of junk mail per day?) along with various other pieces of “junk” mail. I have had enough of the junk, the spam, the clutter… so I have vowed to return all junk mail back to its rightful owner. Do you hear that junk mail senders??? No more junk mail is coming into my house!
One piece was obviously junk mail – it had Geico written all over it. It’s getting returned. Another one looked like junk mail, but it was so thick I decided to open it. It was my background check (my company ran one because I’m switching jobs). The other envelope looked suspicious also, so I decided to open it.
Sure enough… it was a notice from the collection agency for the magazine. Are we falling asleep yet? I’m glad I didn’t trash it (ACK! an interruption to my subscription!). Anyway, here is the whole point to this long story. There was a 1-800 number to call and make a payment. I love doing this. It saves so much hassle. It’s easy – you don’t have to speak with anyone. It’s fantastic.
I call… ring ring
Please enter your 7 digit user id.beep beep beep beep beepbeep beep
Please enter your 17 digit password.
17 digits – holy crap? 510856* crap
510856550542 ** crap
This went on for a few more times. Who, in their right mind, gives a 17 digit password? Am I the only person who thinks this is sheer and utter madness? I am not making any judgments, but how many people could be successful at entering a 17 digit numerical password? What if they were calling from a cell phone? What if the person is old! I am a (somewhat) intelligent young(ish) person with good eyesight! I had a difficult time!! FINALLY, I finished entering the password correctly and was moved on to the next event.
THEN, after successfully entering my password, debit card info, and expiration date; I was given a confirmation number. DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN Will she make it? Can she do it? Uh yes… you guessed it.
The confirmation number was about 30 digits long and the computer rattled the number off at the speed of light. I got about 5 digits the first time. Pitiful. I know I can do better! I won’t be bringing home the gold, but I can try for the silver medal. Repeat once more please. BAM. Nope. Okay, bronze it is! Repeat one more time. WHAMMO. Nope. I finally gave up. A confirmation number is just not worth the hassle.
I love the options that companies are giving us for paying our bills. But for the love of PETE, can they please make those options user friendly?
You know its a slow news day when I’m blogging about collection agency passwords.
I received a verbal job offer yesterday for the job in Oakland. I am very excited! They have started the paperwork!
I was thinking about it… I am very happy to be moving away from the facility level and moving towards the corporate offices. I’ll get more exposure to senior people that will be able to help me when I’m ready to advance my career.
It’s not the job that I just interviewed for, the job that was 3 blocks from home. But they still have time to make me an offer!