I was sitting at my desk yesterday when I received a phone call from a lady asking about our copy machine. That raised a red flag. Our current company that we use got bought out by Ricoh so when the lady said she was with Ricoh I was a little hesitant as to what the purpose of the call was. They NEVER call us, WE call them. Was she legit or was she an impostor working on her sales angle...........?
I peppered her with a few questions of my own using my P.I. skills to try and dig deeper as to her purpose. She asked for the model number on the machine and I thought I'd humor her and go look. I figured if she was legit then she should already have our account information so I was ready to challenge her when I got back to the phone.
I picked up the line and said, "Thank you for holding. Can I ask what this call is regarding?"
Her immediate response was "NO!" followed by a click.
She seemed so astonished that I would dare question her sales call and she responded in a voice that said I had a lot of nerve to talk to her that way. Let her not forget that SHE is the one who called ME. LOL!
Gives me a whole new perspective on the fun you can have with sales calls. :)
Friday, April 16, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Into the Cave
Last night I was standing in the kitchen talking with my sister. I was rambling away when out of nowhere she yells, "You just swallowed a gnat!"
I believe "WHAT?!" was my first comment. She told me she watched as it flew closer and closer around my mouth and yet she gave me no hint that I needed to close my trap. She watched it fly right into my mouth! If I recall correctly my first reaction was a loud shriek, followed by another loud shriek that brought everyone running to see what all the commotion was about. I ran to the sink and swished some water hoping to catch the gnat before he headed into the abyss but no such luck. I never saw it come out. He was gone.
Every now and then I feel like it's clinging to the side of my mouth. This is what I'm left with.....
I thought my sister was genuinely listening to me when really she was just watching me eat bugs.
Thanks sis.
LOL!
I believe "WHAT?!" was my first comment. She told me she watched as it flew closer and closer around my mouth and yet she gave me no hint that I needed to close my trap. She watched it fly right into my mouth! If I recall correctly my first reaction was a loud shriek, followed by another loud shriek that brought everyone running to see what all the commotion was about. I ran to the sink and swished some water hoping to catch the gnat before he headed into the abyss but no such luck. I never saw it come out. He was gone.
Every now and then I feel like it's clinging to the side of my mouth. This is what I'm left with.....
I thought my sister was genuinely listening to me when really she was just watching me eat bugs.
Thanks sis.
LOL!
Monday, March 8, 2010
Break Neck
I don't know how it happened, but it happened.
I was helping my dad unload a new water heater from the back of his truck. I jumped in to help him out and I got on the other side of the box so we could lift it out of the truck. Somewhere along the line our signals got crossed as to what our game plan was. I thought we were going to carry it to the back of the garage and dad thought we would just set it on the ground and pull it.
As Dad and I slid the water heater out of the truck I had my hands under the box attempting to get a good grip on it so I could carry it easier. Little did I know Dad had already popped the cardboard handles at the top of the box on HIS side. I didn't even know there were handles! So there we were holding the box, very awkwardly if you ask me, and the next thing I knew Dad began lowering his side of the box to the ground and it began to lean towards me at a dangerous angle. I didn't know we were putting it on the ground. Hence the need for a game plan. I was crouched like a frog with my hands placed under the box and as Dad was tipping it towards me the whole box began resting on my neck. My neck was holding up the dumb water heater! He yelled at me to get my hands out and when I did.....TWANG! I thought I broke my neck. LOL! I popped up off the ground clutching my neck, trying to figure out where "WE" went wrong.
If only you could have seen that dismount.
I was helping my dad unload a new water heater from the back of his truck. I jumped in to help him out and I got on the other side of the box so we could lift it out of the truck. Somewhere along the line our signals got crossed as to what our game plan was. I thought we were going to carry it to the back of the garage and dad thought we would just set it on the ground and pull it.
As Dad and I slid the water heater out of the truck I had my hands under the box attempting to get a good grip on it so I could carry it easier. Little did I know Dad had already popped the cardboard handles at the top of the box on HIS side. I didn't even know there were handles! So there we were holding the box, very awkwardly if you ask me, and the next thing I knew Dad began lowering his side of the box to the ground and it began to lean towards me at a dangerous angle. I didn't know we were putting it on the ground. Hence the need for a game plan. I was crouched like a frog with my hands placed under the box and as Dad was tipping it towards me the whole box began resting on my neck. My neck was holding up the dumb water heater! He yelled at me to get my hands out and when I did.....TWANG! I thought I broke my neck. LOL! I popped up off the ground clutching my neck, trying to figure out where "WE" went wrong.
If only you could have seen that dismount.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Twilight Zone
Have you ever seen the episode of "Twilight Zone" that deals with the ventriloquist dummies? The one where they come alive and move on their own? Well I have and I feel like I'm living it.
We have a life size cardboard cutout of a man at our house. It came as part of a display from the grocery store my brother works at and somehow it followed him home. This cardboard man has popped up in numerous places around our house, scaring anyone who unsuspectingly comes across him. From my brother's bedroom, to my parents closet, to my brothers backseat in the car. What is so disturbing about this poster cutout is the mans ecstatic face. It's no wonder it startled and scared people upon entering the grocery store. It's creepy.
The cardboard man's latest place of rest has been in our garage. I got startled by him this morning when I opened the garage door to put something away. I thought there was a man in the garage staring at me and it took my breath away. However, it was the second time he scared me this morning that really creeped me out. As I was exiting from the house through the garage door this morning I noticed the man was staring straight at me. I tried to push the image from my mind as I walked past him and hustled on down to the street where my car was parked. As I climbed in the car and turned the heater on I just so happened to glance up at the garage and the cardboard man was now facing the street...............staring straight at me! It sent shivers down my spine. How did that cardboard man with the intense smile get turned around? How was he facing the street when not seconds before he was facing the house?
Major creeper!!! Can you understand why I'm a little rattled about this? I'm sure there has got to be a reasonable explanation about how he got turned around but he has GOT to go.
TONIGHT.
We have a life size cardboard cutout of a man at our house. It came as part of a display from the grocery store my brother works at and somehow it followed him home. This cardboard man has popped up in numerous places around our house, scaring anyone who unsuspectingly comes across him. From my brother's bedroom, to my parents closet, to my brothers backseat in the car. What is so disturbing about this poster cutout is the mans ecstatic face. It's no wonder it startled and scared people upon entering the grocery store. It's creepy.
The cardboard man's latest place of rest has been in our garage. I got startled by him this morning when I opened the garage door to put something away. I thought there was a man in the garage staring at me and it took my breath away. However, it was the second time he scared me this morning that really creeped me out. As I was exiting from the house through the garage door this morning I noticed the man was staring straight at me. I tried to push the image from my mind as I walked past him and hustled on down to the street where my car was parked. As I climbed in the car and turned the heater on I just so happened to glance up at the garage and the cardboard man was now facing the street...............staring straight at me! It sent shivers down my spine. How did that cardboard man with the intense smile get turned around? How was he facing the street when not seconds before he was facing the house?
Major creeper!!! Can you understand why I'm a little rattled about this? I'm sure there has got to be a reasonable explanation about how he got turned around but he has GOT to go.
TONIGHT.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Survival Guide
My sister and I walked into a Harbor Freight Tools store today. I had never set foot in this store before and when I thought of the name I always pictured men and tools.
That pretty much sums it up. Never have I felt so out of place. At least in Home Depot you have room to lose yourself among the aisles and blend in.
I purposefully did not wear heels with my outfit today knowing full well where I was headed on my lunch break. Despite the extra effort to tone down the outfit I was still treated like a princess. Talk about service....................pahhhh.
I was reminded of a few things today while my sister and I traversed the aisles full of men and tools. Something I like to refer to as a Quick Smart Survival Guide for the tool section. They are:
-Do not make jokes or laugh out loud as this kind of behavior draws attention to yourself (and is not appreciated by other members of your group)
-Do not stray from your party/group (strength in numbers.......remember that)
-Avoid direct eye contact unless it is a store clerk that you are trying to flag down (flash a little leg ONLY as a last resort)
-Be direct and to the point (give them an inch, they'll take a mile)
This doesn't mean throw your kindness and womanly gentleness aside but just remember to proceed with caution. Lessons I have once again been reminded of today with the goal set in mind of..........get in and get out!
That pretty much sums it up. Never have I felt so out of place. At least in Home Depot you have room to lose yourself among the aisles and blend in.
I purposefully did not wear heels with my outfit today knowing full well where I was headed on my lunch break. Despite the extra effort to tone down the outfit I was still treated like a princess. Talk about service....................pahhhh.
I was reminded of a few things today while my sister and I traversed the aisles full of men and tools. Something I like to refer to as a Quick Smart Survival Guide for the tool section. They are:
-Do not make jokes or laugh out loud as this kind of behavior draws attention to yourself (and is not appreciated by other members of your group)
-Do not stray from your party/group (strength in numbers.......remember that)
-Avoid direct eye contact unless it is a store clerk that you are trying to flag down (flash a little leg ONLY as a last resort)
-Be direct and to the point (give them an inch, they'll take a mile)
This doesn't mean throw your kindness and womanly gentleness aside but just remember to proceed with caution. Lessons I have once again been reminded of today with the goal set in mind of..........get in and get out!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Trouble Shooting
Wow. All I can say is wow. I came into work this morning and sat at my computer ready to start my day. I moved the mouse to light up the screen and typed in my password to unlock the computer. The next thing I saw was a little box that popped up saying invalid password. I retyped it in I don't know how many times, making sure Caps Lock was off and Num Lock was on. And every time it was the same thing---invalid password.
I was about to go crazy thinking I was going to have to call our IT guy because my computer had a mind of its own and had totally locked me out. Before I called my sister for some trouble shooting I tried one last attempt and typed in my password MINUS the two numbers at the end and WA-LAA. I was in! That was a lucky shot because my finger had automatically hit the Enter key after typing in my "abcdef" password while I was still thinking there were two numbers that were supposed to follow it. Pahhhhh!
So glad I didn't call the IT guy on that one. LOL! Wish I could blame it on not having my morning coffee.............but I don't drink coffee!
I was about to go crazy thinking I was going to have to call our IT guy because my computer had a mind of its own and had totally locked me out. Before I called my sister for some trouble shooting I tried one last attempt and typed in my password MINUS the two numbers at the end and WA-LAA. I was in! That was a lucky shot because my finger had automatically hit the Enter key after typing in my "abcdef" password while I was still thinking there were two numbers that were supposed to follow it. Pahhhhh!
So glad I didn't call the IT guy on that one. LOL! Wish I could blame it on not having my morning coffee.............but I don't drink coffee!
Monday, February 1, 2010
Guilty by Evidence
I have to say Oreo's have got to be my most favorite cookie EVER. And I mean that. There is just something about those two crispy chocolate cookies squeezed together and melded together with a little cream. Mmmm!
As I was a ravenous fox this afternoon I grabbed the carton of Oreo's out of my lunchbox and opened them up. I've had them in my lunchbox for a few weeks now but despite the time they've spent in there they were still as fresh as ever. I sat at my desk and nibbled off a bite. I relished in the fact that my taste buds were having a party. It was bliss.
I walked into my sister's office with my second Oreo concealed in my hand and the first words out of her mouth were, "Have you had an Oreo recently?" My first thought was wondering how she knew but I'm no dummy and it didn't take me but a second to realize I must have left evidence on my face. True enough there was just enough chocolate crumbs smeared on my lip for her to make her assumption. Not only did I look like I had a few cavities growing on the side but I had some on my lip. Thank goodness my sister was the only one who saw that.
LOL!
As I was a ravenous fox this afternoon I grabbed the carton of Oreo's out of my lunchbox and opened them up. I've had them in my lunchbox for a few weeks now but despite the time they've spent in there they were still as fresh as ever. I sat at my desk and nibbled off a bite. I relished in the fact that my taste buds were having a party. It was bliss.
I walked into my sister's office with my second Oreo concealed in my hand and the first words out of her mouth were, "Have you had an Oreo recently?" My first thought was wondering how she knew but I'm no dummy and it didn't take me but a second to realize I must have left evidence on my face. True enough there was just enough chocolate crumbs smeared on my lip for her to make her assumption. Not only did I look like I had a few cavities growing on the side but I had some on my lip. Thank goodness my sister was the only one who saw that.
LOL!
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