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Phone rantings and other things.
Jun. 25th, 2003 04:34 pmI find it hard to not answer the phone when it rings, even when I know I'll regret it.. like just now when the caller ID said that the call was from KY Pro Firefighters. Kentucky has a no-call list, but non-profits are exempt from the law, so they can call as bloody much as they want. Don't get me wrong--I heartily approve of fighting fires, but I don't approve of them calling my house begging for money all the time. I don't do donations over the phone. I will never do donations over the phone, and moreover, I doubt I'll ever feel inclined to donate to anyone as pushy as they are. Not only are they our most frequent callers, they refuse to take no for an answer. It irritates me to no end.
Speaking of irritating phone issues, I'd just like to take this opportunity to let you all know that Anita does not live here. We've had messages for her from three different people asking her to work. Part of this is our fault--we kept the generic message on the machine since we're theoretically running a business here and we certainly don't want anything cutesy. And also, Pamela doesn't live here either, and did you know that there's something more irritating than a telemarketer? We're being spammed by computer-generated messages requesting that we call back as soon as possible about an important business matter. Three calls a day, that sort of thing. And since they left one message on the machine and I actually answered the phone twice, I know that it's not a call for us in any way, so it's vastly annoying. I have no clue what's up with this all of a sudden. Update! I just called the number. Apparently, Pamela is in financial trouble. Not that Pamela has ever lived here or anything, so why should I care?
I got new glasses back in February or so, and they were already completely scratched up. The anti-glare stuff was just coming right off. It started right in the center of my left eye, too, so even when my glasses were clean, they looked dirty to me. Now, people have started commenting on the scratches.. they look somewhat mother of pearly, apparently. The frames themselves aren't so wonderfully constructed, either. I tend to be that person that people walk all over, so I got my mother to go with me and handle it for me. Anyway, they're going to order new lenses and she'll call me when they come in. So.. I get new glasses again! (Sorta.)
I'm still not feeling sick-sick like I expected to be today. I don't feel terrific.. I'm tired and achey and somewhat fuzzy around the edges, but I'm not feeling really bad. I'm not sure whether that means that this is going to be one of those slow and lingering illnesses or if it means that I'm not going to get very sick or if it's just slow getting started. It might not be what my aunt and uncle had, though, which is good news as they were both extremely sick.. but the symptoms are different. I handle money and talk to people all day long, though, so I could have gotten this from anywhere.
That's why I was worried about killing someone, of course. I started thinking about the ethics of working while ill. It's never all that considerate, of course, but most of our customers are old. I know that my grandfather was told, specifically and repeatedly, to stay away from sick people or places where people might be sick. That made me worry that I might kill someone by giving them my germs. Not the cheeriest way to spend the afternoon.. although to be fair, I also worried for a full minute yesterday about which bread to use for my lunch--I didn't really want to make my grilled cheese out of hard, sticky bread, but I felt guilty about being so very wasteful that I would throw away the last six slices of basically edible bread. Then I finally decided that we're not quite so destitute that I can't have fresh bread if I want it. Once in a while. :) You know, we once decided against going away for the weekend because of our cooking schedule and the stuff we had in the fridge. Once we'd settled into not going, I realized that the only thing that wouldn't keep was a pound of ground beef. Yep. Two bucks kept us from going on vacation.
I think my crazy is showing through a little too strongly, so I'd better go for now. Oh, and there are two more layouts finished. Wish I could figure out what to work on next. :)
Speaking of irritating phone issues, I'd just like to take this opportunity to let you all know that Anita does not live here. We've had messages for her from three different people asking her to work. Part of this is our fault--we kept the generic message on the machine since we're theoretically running a business here and we certainly don't want anything cutesy. And also, Pamela doesn't live here either, and did you know that there's something more irritating than a telemarketer? We're being spammed by computer-generated messages requesting that we call back as soon as possible about an important business matter. Three calls a day, that sort of thing. And since they left one message on the machine and I actually answered the phone twice, I know that it's not a call for us in any way, so it's vastly annoying. I have no clue what's up with this all of a sudden. Update! I just called the number. Apparently, Pamela is in financial trouble. Not that Pamela has ever lived here or anything, so why should I care?
I got new glasses back in February or so, and they were already completely scratched up. The anti-glare stuff was just coming right off. It started right in the center of my left eye, too, so even when my glasses were clean, they looked dirty to me. Now, people have started commenting on the scratches.. they look somewhat mother of pearly, apparently. The frames themselves aren't so wonderfully constructed, either. I tend to be that person that people walk all over, so I got my mother to go with me and handle it for me. Anyway, they're going to order new lenses and she'll call me when they come in. So.. I get new glasses again! (Sorta.)
I'm still not feeling sick-sick like I expected to be today. I don't feel terrific.. I'm tired and achey and somewhat fuzzy around the edges, but I'm not feeling really bad. I'm not sure whether that means that this is going to be one of those slow and lingering illnesses or if it means that I'm not going to get very sick or if it's just slow getting started. It might not be what my aunt and uncle had, though, which is good news as they were both extremely sick.. but the symptoms are different. I handle money and talk to people all day long, though, so I could have gotten this from anywhere.
That's why I was worried about killing someone, of course. I started thinking about the ethics of working while ill. It's never all that considerate, of course, but most of our customers are old. I know that my grandfather was told, specifically and repeatedly, to stay away from sick people or places where people might be sick. That made me worry that I might kill someone by giving them my germs. Not the cheeriest way to spend the afternoon.. although to be fair, I also worried for a full minute yesterday about which bread to use for my lunch--I didn't really want to make my grilled cheese out of hard, sticky bread, but I felt guilty about being so very wasteful that I would throw away the last six slices of basically edible bread. Then I finally decided that we're not quite so destitute that I can't have fresh bread if I want it. Once in a while. :) You know, we once decided against going away for the weekend because of our cooking schedule and the stuff we had in the fridge. Once we'd settled into not going, I realized that the only thing that wouldn't keep was a pound of ground beef. Yep. Two bucks kept us from going on vacation.
I think my crazy is showing through a little too strongly, so I'd better go for now. Oh, and there are two more layouts finished. Wish I could figure out what to work on next. :)
