Now this is interesting, making a law that pets need to be buckled in the car. Not that I didn't see it coming, just surprised. As a kid, our dog Molly rode around with us all the time. I never thought of her as a projectile in an accident. It would have been hard for her to be buckled when she'd rather have her wet messy nose on the window, though it definitely would've made it easier to feed her the ice cream cones.

I want to know how in the hell you buckle in a cat. Except for my friend's cat that use to sit in the back window and hyperventilate, I've never had a cat that doesn't attach itself to rug underneath a seat. Just ask the vet that had to come out and unglue our cat from the car....an 18-wheeler could have plowed into the back of us at 50 MPH and I doubt the cat would've moved.
- posted by Christine @ 12:16 PM

 
I have a weird job where I've only been to the actual office I work out of one time in the last four and a half years. I wouldn't know my supervisor in a crowd because I've never seen him before. It's the wonderful world of telecommuting that we could only have dreamed of 20 years ago.

Any time there's a change in the office, and I notice it, I need to be the one to call because ain't no one gonna call me and actually tell me what's happening. It's sink or swim over there, and you need to provide your own life boat.

Although the office I work out of is polite when I call, and my paychecks from New Jersey always arrive on time, I'm just a number to them. Honestly, I have a number that I refer to when I call to ask a question. It's always been an office in Seattle that I've dealt with. They don't bother me, I rarely bother them. They've never sent me any information that really deals with whose in charge over there, and I guess I've never really cared.

Well then last week they switched me over to the office in Portland. All it's meant is a new phone number with which to send in my work, oh, and my computer screen now says "Portland." I'm still the same number. My computer was on the blink the other day, I called the Seattle office, was helped for a few minutes before they realized I was really a Portland person now, and they sent me and my number away.

So funny thing today when I get my pay stub in the mail with a letter. A letter from the Seattle office. A letter explaining some of the recent software changes, as well as the names of the supervisors, a bit of information on who they are, and things of that nature. There was more information on that one sheet of paper than I've received from that offic e in four years.

And I don't even work out of that office anymore! How ironic.


- posted by Christine @ 4:24 PM

 
While trying to find Pokemon pencils on E-bay for my daughter's party, I recalled the big box of pens I bought on E-bay a couple of years ago. Not sure what posessed me to order pens, but for about $5 I received a massive box of about 300 pens, all with different titles on them. Some said things like "Peaceful Rest Funeral Home" or "Happy Birthday Aunt Madge." Some had something inspirational on them. Apparently it was a business that printed pens, and when there was an error, or someone didn't pick up their order, the pens went into storage, and then onto E-bay.

I remember opening the box of pens as my kids both gasped, "That's a lot of pens, mom" my daughter said. Of course both kids wanted handfuls, but I said they could have a couple of pens and I put the rest in the office.

So for months I always had a pen when I needed one. I'm not use to that luxury. Every once in a while a pen wouldn't work and I'd toss it, but for the most part the pens were a really good purchase.

You'd think I'd have tons of pens around now, right? Wrong. I don't even know who to blame. I guess the members of the family did know there was a vat of pens in my office, but I have no idea how 300 pens would vanish without a trace.

I find myself, once again, stealing pens for the cashier and not returning my mom's drug rep pens from work because I need another good pen (I'm not that bad, but you see where this is going).

Guess it's time to get back on E-bay and get myself another box-o-pens.

- posted by Christine @ 9:58 PM

 
Ok, well sometimes I really hate doing a web page as I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong or why my journals aren't showing up anymore. Something about sorting through the FTP nonsense that really irritates me. I repeatedly got error 530 which didn't define itself anywhere. Each help section refers you to the other help section.

I finally decided that maybe it wasn't posting journal entries anymore because my file was just getting TOO BIG. I have no idea if this is the case, but somewhere the size of the file was mentioned and I figured I had nothing to lose. I started a new "blog" and here I am. It appears to be working. That's what I get for talking too much.
- posted by Christine @ 10:56 PM