And I'm back. To think that this space is just lying around being wasted for 3 whole years.
Oh well.
I've revitalised this thingy for book club, so I will mainly be using it to keep abreast of that, but should I feel the need it's nice to know I have this space.
Friday, April 25, 2014
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Shut up and drive....
I'm sure it's part of evolution.
Ever since a man built a fire in a cave other men have been looking at them and wanting caves just as big, or bigger, and a fire - maybe two.
Ever since Romans began freeing slaves other slaves have wanted that freedom. Our era is obsessed with consumerism, and some of us are just as much slaves to it as any indentured man.
So why am I so content with what I have? Why is it that I don't seem to have that drive? The need to get that promotion, that new car, the new iphone with it's million applications? If I need something, sure I want it to be nice. If something breaks, I want a new one. I want it to work and be pretty if I can swing it, but once I have it I don't obsess over the next model, the next upgrade, the bigger one, the newest one or the one with the diamontes on.
Maybe what is more odd is that I recognise that drive. I don't regret not having it. But part of that drive is the need to be better personally, to have the better job, the more fulfilling career, the best family and I'm just not there. I could have taken on a higher paying job a few time over the last year. But I never did. Working nights and being on the same schedule as Mr C is more important to me than mo' money. Every so often I get a little depressed that I am now in my *cough*thirties*cough* and I am working a job that is mid level at best, but I know I'm more concerned about what other people think of me rather than my own concern for myself.
Bloody consumerism! I feel guilty about not being part of it. And really that's just totally inappropriate at this time of year. I mean, what would Santa Claus say?
"Mrs Clarke, that is not the Christmas Spirit! Now go in to that shopping centre and buy someone something they already have. But in purple. And green. Now have you spent enough? What if they have spent more? Does it need accessories? batteries? I bet it needs batteries. You should buy a coffee while you're there too. Not a plain coffee! A chocolate-caramel-gingerbread frappe with whipped cream snowman on top! it's not Christmas with out a whipped cream snowman!"
Stupid Santa. He's been consumerisms whore since coca-cola gave him that big red suit with the white fur trim. Things we do to look pimp.
Ever since a man built a fire in a cave other men have been looking at them and wanting caves just as big, or bigger, and a fire - maybe two.
Ever since Romans began freeing slaves other slaves have wanted that freedom. Our era is obsessed with consumerism, and some of us are just as much slaves to it as any indentured man.
So why am I so content with what I have? Why is it that I don't seem to have that drive? The need to get that promotion, that new car, the new iphone with it's million applications? If I need something, sure I want it to be nice. If something breaks, I want a new one. I want it to work and be pretty if I can swing it, but once I have it I don't obsess over the next model, the next upgrade, the bigger one, the newest one or the one with the diamontes on.
Maybe what is more odd is that I recognise that drive. I don't regret not having it. But part of that drive is the need to be better personally, to have the better job, the more fulfilling career, the best family and I'm just not there. I could have taken on a higher paying job a few time over the last year. But I never did. Working nights and being on the same schedule as Mr C is more important to me than mo' money. Every so often I get a little depressed that I am now in my *cough*thirties*cough* and I am working a job that is mid level at best, but I know I'm more concerned about what other people think of me rather than my own concern for myself.
Bloody consumerism! I feel guilty about not being part of it. And really that's just totally inappropriate at this time of year. I mean, what would Santa Claus say?
"Mrs Clarke, that is not the Christmas Spirit! Now go in to that shopping centre and buy someone something they already have. But in purple. And green. Now have you spent enough? What if they have spent more? Does it need accessories? batteries? I bet it needs batteries. You should buy a coffee while you're there too. Not a plain coffee! A chocolate-caramel-gingerbread frappe with whipped cream snowman on top! it's not Christmas with out a whipped cream snowman!"
Stupid Santa. He's been consumerisms whore since coca-cola gave him that big red suit with the white fur trim. Things we do to look pimp.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Diversify, Diversify, Diversify...
I wonder if I have enough time to really post as often as one needs to post to achieve - well, whatever it is we blog to achieve. An insight to ourselves, a way to share and put ourselves out there, a way go get all those thoughts out of the crazy rat trap that is our brains.
I already have a journal of sorts. I write in it whenever I feel the need to just vomit whatever emotions are trapped inside me. As a public forum that anyone can stumble across of course this is not the place for that kind of outpouring.
And of course I get through most of the above requirements talking with friends and co-workers and my ever listening Mr Clarke.
I did think that I may be able to post while at work. Night shift does allow for certain indiscretions.
Perhaps once I devise the purpose of my blog then I will stop comparing it to other methods of madness.
I already have a journal of sorts. I write in it whenever I feel the need to just vomit whatever emotions are trapped inside me. As a public forum that anyone can stumble across of course this is not the place for that kind of outpouring.
And of course I get through most of the above requirements talking with friends and co-workers and my ever listening Mr Clarke.
I did think that I may be able to post while at work. Night shift does allow for certain indiscretions.
Perhaps once I devise the purpose of my blog then I will stop comparing it to other methods of madness.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
It's all about attitude...
Attitude. I have one. I have many actually.
I have the loving ones I show my husband, Mr Clarke, and my family (thhough at times they can be strained) I have the energetic sassy attitudes I have with my friends, the playful flirty attitudes I have with guys that don't stand a chance, and I have the serious quiet attitude I tend to have at work when I want to avoid talking to my coworkers.
And, as Mr Clarke mentioned yesterday, I have a terrible attitude towards customer service people.
It's aggressive. It's humiliating. It's very harsh and really, unlike me. But I automatically adopt that attitude the minute I pick up the phone or go to a counter at a store.
Maybe it's my time in customer service. Almost 15 years of hospitality can do that to a person. And I would like to point out that I only actually savage those who fuck something up. I mean, if I have to call my internet provider, obviously there's an issue, and they aren't doing their job. The fact that I have to call, chase, follow up on their behalf, just so I can get the service that I'm paying for, really screws my pooch.
The same for face to face contact. The other day I ordered something, I was sure the girl understood my order, but when it came out it was wrong. Her excuse was that they'd run out of what I ordered and that this dish was similar, I demand my money back and suddenly I'm the 'problem customer'. I just like to go smooth. how come it never goes smooth?
Mr Clarke actually berated me and took the phone away the other day when I was talking to the furniture company that is supposed to be delivering the furniture we have already paid for. The clerk made the huge mistake of saying "Yes, everything you ordered came in on the truck today." But then when I started talking about getting it delivered he back pedalled and had to say that even though everything I ordered had come in, it wasn't all coming to me.
Now, I know how it works. You get a certain amount of stock in and who ever has been waiting the longest gets the stock. I know that. But the fact that the poorly trained idiot on the phone was stupid enough to say 'oh, it's all here' made me so angry. I almost didn't care about the furniture, I jsut couldn't believe I was getting such poor service.
What's even weirder id that even though I know my definition of good service means being lied to, that's what I expect.
I have the loving ones I show my husband, Mr Clarke, and my family (thhough at times they can be strained) I have the energetic sassy attitudes I have with my friends, the playful flirty attitudes I have with guys that don't stand a chance, and I have the serious quiet attitude I tend to have at work when I want to avoid talking to my coworkers.
And, as Mr Clarke mentioned yesterday, I have a terrible attitude towards customer service people.
It's aggressive. It's humiliating. It's very harsh and really, unlike me. But I automatically adopt that attitude the minute I pick up the phone or go to a counter at a store.
Maybe it's my time in customer service. Almost 15 years of hospitality can do that to a person. And I would like to point out that I only actually savage those who fuck something up. I mean, if I have to call my internet provider, obviously there's an issue, and they aren't doing their job. The fact that I have to call, chase, follow up on their behalf, just so I can get the service that I'm paying for, really screws my pooch.
The same for face to face contact. The other day I ordered something, I was sure the girl understood my order, but when it came out it was wrong. Her excuse was that they'd run out of what I ordered and that this dish was similar, I demand my money back and suddenly I'm the 'problem customer'. I just like to go smooth. how come it never goes smooth?
Mr Clarke actually berated me and took the phone away the other day when I was talking to the furniture company that is supposed to be delivering the furniture we have already paid for. The clerk made the huge mistake of saying "Yes, everything you ordered came in on the truck today." But then when I started talking about getting it delivered he back pedalled and had to say that even though everything I ordered had come in, it wasn't all coming to me.
Now, I know how it works. You get a certain amount of stock in and who ever has been waiting the longest gets the stock. I know that. But the fact that the poorly trained idiot on the phone was stupid enough to say 'oh, it's all here' made me so angry. I almost didn't care about the furniture, I jsut couldn't believe I was getting such poor service.
What's even weirder id that even though I know my definition of good service means being lied to, that's what I expect.
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