Dear TV guy,
our phone conversation wast not us trying to audition to be on your show. That phone conversation was me trying to vet you to see if you would make it past my desk. “I don’t deal with marketing people,” may work in other places, and on other people. With me all that statement tells me is that you don’t normally deal with large organizations.
You were supposed to tell me why we should bother, why we should spend our precious hours, minutes, seconds making your job possible. You failed.
I am very nice and very helpful. I have been told that by others, and not just the voices in my head. I’m going to be professional and make the next steps possible. But I don’t have to like it. And I will remember who you are.
Photo courtesy of Duncan Hill, http://www.flickr.com/photos/14829735@N00/5449218572/.
According to “5 Tips to Indulge in Fattening Food & Still Stay Slim” you need to keep a food diary to stay slim. You have all had to suffer through my ineffective attempts to diet, which have included a food diary. I think I just need to start a regular diary/journal (as an attempt at getting more done) and then move to a food diary.
Maybe that will work.
Then again, probably not.
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See this spot? That’s what’s left of me trying to clean my favorite Coach bag. That’s what happens when I buy a new pair of jeans and don’t wash them first. The jeans left a jean-color stain on the side of my expensive purse, which I tried valiantly to clean off.
That’s not the worst part.
The worst part of today’s new-jean debacle is the jean-colored stains left on the very beige leather seats in my just-owned-it-a-month car. There are blue streaks on the driver’s seat. Blue streaks in my new car.
How did my life get to the point where buying a new pair of jeans damages leather seats and my favorite Coach bag?
Proof God hates me… absolutely.
Just in case you didn’t know, I passed 40 a couple years ago. This year I turned 42. Telling me I don’t look my age is not a compliment, it tells me you think my age is old.
That is all.
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Someone left a box of donuts in the kitchen. All I can think about is that I want one.
I’ve spent the last three hours trying to uninstall and reinstall Adobe Acrobat Pro. It was working fine on Sunday. Today it tells me that there’s a problem with the registration and I should uninstall and reinstall. Which I am trying to do. Except it keeps telling me that I don’t have access to one of the files that needs to be updated.
Unfortunately, this is a program I use regularly, so I can’t just ignore it. But I need to get some sleep.
And I want a donut.
I think I am going to go to sleep and leave the computer doing whatever it is it’s doing.
And, hopefully, someone will throw out the donuts before I wake up in the morning.
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Photo courtesy of Robert Bahn at http://www.flickr.com/photos/34967771@N06/3949669230/.