So, I got indirectly hit by a bus just now. I was standing on a street corner (on the sidewalk) and there is a big metal barricade there (because construction on the next block) and the (trainee) bus slowly missed the turn and clipped the barricade and the foot of the barricade scraped across my feet. My shoe is pretty much ruined and I have minor scrapes and bruises on my feet. I was NOT impressed by the response of the person in charge on the bus, who wrote my name and number down in a spiral bound notebook (or, obviously, the trainee driver, who I trust will not be getting a job.)
I think I am going to go hit Zappos to soothe my soul. My coworker suggests I should get a free bus pass for a year.
Soothe your soul but also contact the bus service directly, flea--they should pay for your shoes at the very least!
I am having my version of Zen's coffee-made-with-coffee (breakfast of the recently incepted, I'm sure): decaf concentrate (for flavor) in a cup of whatever regular coffee we buy in bulk for the office (+ splenda and cream because I am splurging on food for the High Holidays)
Actually started posting this an hour and a half or so ago and had to go to a meeting before I finished. Not sure if it's helping or not - pot of tea time, now.
Yikes, flea! Definitely contact the bus directly - I have zero faith in the integrity of the spiral bound notebook system for seeing you get taken care of.
Oh jeez, flea! Agree with everyone else.
Also, after they asked for the demonology books I was like, "Sure! Let me look up the call number," and the one girl said to the other, quietly, "See, they don't judge."
I used a class session last week to talk about demonology, tracing its influence on theories of mental illness up to the current day, rejecting it as an empirically supported explanation, but acknowledging the inferiority of fairly recent "scientific" explanations of disease (e.g. the common cold caused by dampness or swamp gasses)to the demonology alternative (common cold cause by an unseen creature that invades the person and takes over the machinery of the body until it can be destroyed or expelled).
I'm sure that's what they were looking for.
Ouch, flea. I'm sure you're taking plenty of pictures.
I'm going to die before 2 PM gets here. (I can't leave until 2 because early bird parking.)
I mean, I'll have to get back to work when I get home, but I have had, quite literally, one 30 minute period so far today when I was not in a meeting/on a call. Starting at 6:30.
This week has already kicked my ass.
flea, document and complain! And also get yourself something nice at Zappos.
I just had an absurd work conversation about panties and sexy nuns.
Jabber is now giving webex ideas. Volumes rising and falling on people's sessions and mine kept switching from my headset to my laptop audio. Ahrg.
