Recently I've noticed this man in my building. I noticed him because everytime I see him, he's carrying bottles, or containers, of water. And nothing else. It's not like I'm just catching him on grocery day or something. He's always carrying in containers of water, and it's always several large bottles, or jugs - not a single bottle you grab to go to the gym. I always wondered what he was doing with all this water. And why he never had anything else.
Today I thought of him again. There was a chemical spill and we've been put on a water ban - can't even wash our hands or our clothes with it. So I went to the grocery store and bought 20 litres of water and a case of water bottles. And, as I was lugging it all up to my apartment, I thought of Waterman. And how he was already prepared.
Maybe he knew all along...
March 07, 2005
March 04, 2005
Going once, going twice...
sold!
Ebay has always scared me. I would go on ebay and look around and it always seemed like it could be fun, or useful, but it scared me. Specifically, it was the negative feedback that scared me. Or rather, all the sellers screaming that if you didn't follow their 47 point process, that they'd stick you with nasty negative feedback that would follow you like your permanent record in school. My fear of negative feedback kept me from ever considering buying something. Until last week. I was looking for something and couldn't really find it anywhere else, so I turned to ebay. And decided to give it a try. Of course, instant gratification dictated that I not wait the 5 days until the auction ended and I just did a "buy it now", so I missed out on the whole auction aspect - but I won! :p I'm currently waiting for my package.
Now I feel like a new person. I overcame my fear. I will not be oppressed by threats of negative feedback! I will rise up and bid!
I have now purchased something from ebay. I'm part of the club. I'm so proud.
Ebay has always scared me. I would go on ebay and look around and it always seemed like it could be fun, or useful, but it scared me. Specifically, it was the negative feedback that scared me. Or rather, all the sellers screaming that if you didn't follow their 47 point process, that they'd stick you with nasty negative feedback that would follow you like your permanent record in school. My fear of negative feedback kept me from ever considering buying something. Until last week. I was looking for something and couldn't really find it anywhere else, so I turned to ebay. And decided to give it a try. Of course, instant gratification dictated that I not wait the 5 days until the auction ended and I just did a "buy it now", so I missed out on the whole auction aspect - but I won! :p I'm currently waiting for my package.
Now I feel like a new person. I overcame my fear. I will not be oppressed by threats of negative feedback! I will rise up and bid!
I have now purchased something from ebay. I'm part of the club. I'm so proud.
A chicken wrap and life lesson to go please
The grocery store right next to my workplace has a sandwich counter/prepared food area where I often buy lunch. Most of the food is already prepared, though you can get some grilled sandwiches made on the spot. The grilled sandwiches are the most complicated task for those working the counter. Otherwise, they simply hand you the prepared food and check you out.
There is one server, Seamus, who stands out from the rest. It almost seems as if he got lost on his way to the 5 star restaurant downtown. He greats you with a style and formality that one would expect from the most hospitable maitre d' at the most exclusive restaurant. If you ask what's in the club wrap, he runs through the ingredients as if he's describing the evening's specials. "Moist turkey breast, crisp bacon, juicy tomato and fresh lettuce, topped with a dollop of creamy mayonnaise, all rolled up in a soft tortilla shell" There is a whole level of dedication and service that just seems incongruous with the grocery store lunch counter environment. And yet, as I try to adjust to my job, and the stress, and try to figure out if this is what I really want, and go through my peace corps phases where I feel like I should be doing something more meaningful than automotive manufacturing, he serves as an almost daily reminder of how so much of your job is your attitude towards it and what you choose to bring to it. He always makes me smile, this lunch counter server who tries to make the experience so much more.
There is one server, Seamus, who stands out from the rest. It almost seems as if he got lost on his way to the 5 star restaurant downtown. He greats you with a style and formality that one would expect from the most hospitable maitre d' at the most exclusive restaurant. If you ask what's in the club wrap, he runs through the ingredients as if he's describing the evening's specials. "Moist turkey breast, crisp bacon, juicy tomato and fresh lettuce, topped with a dollop of creamy mayonnaise, all rolled up in a soft tortilla shell" There is a whole level of dedication and service that just seems incongruous with the grocery store lunch counter environment. And yet, as I try to adjust to my job, and the stress, and try to figure out if this is what I really want, and go through my peace corps phases where I feel like I should be doing something more meaningful than automotive manufacturing, he serves as an almost daily reminder of how so much of your job is your attitude towards it and what you choose to bring to it. He always makes me smile, this lunch counter server who tries to make the experience so much more.
Rubber ducky, you're the one
I've been wanting a bright yellow raincoat for a couple years now. Tonight, while looking for something completely different, I found one. Well, it's not bright yellow, but it's yellow and I'm thinking the lack of super brightness is a good thing. ;) The hood is really cute and it's lined with a white fabric with yellow polka dots. I tried it on and put the hood on and thought "I feel just like a rubber ducky!" This made me very happy. Which made me question just how odd I am that I got such joy out of thinking I was like a rubber ducky.
At least I got my yellow raincoat! I have this overwhelming desire to go splashing through puddles.
At least I got my yellow raincoat! I have this overwhelming desire to go splashing through puddles.
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