Disappointed!
About a month ago, I was walking into the office from the parking lot, my cell phone leash on, and our Director of Technology was getting out of his car at the same time.
He said, "I'm surprised to see you with that. I thought you'd have a bluetooth headset."
I said, "I refuse to wear one of those. I don't want to look like I'm part of the Borg. I want a Hello Kitty bluetooth headset."
So this morning I walked past his office and he showed me this:
http://www.engadget.com/entry/5843052316337252/
For about fifteen minutes, I was thrilled out of my mind, walking on air -- until I googled it and found out that it's discontinued. A bit more sleuthing and I found one on eBay.
But then all the blood drained out of my head when I noticed that it's got a cord. It's got a cord! Um, hi, WHAT IS THE DAMN POINT OF MAKING A BLUETOOTH HEADSET IF IT'S GOT A CORD. Jesus. Am I going to have to quit my job and become a damn industrial designer so I can help these people out?!?! There is a huge market to be tapped here, people!!!
OK, maybe I had a few too many chocoloate-covered espresso beans with my latte.
How about a nice, happy anecdote? This morning when Sarah and I woke up (She stayed over cuz we went to her friend's birthday celebration at the Library Ale House -- a place I would not recommend. Oh, it's fine if you order a burger and curly fries and a microbrew. But they should NOT put filet mignon on the menu if they do not know how to prepare it. Oh sure, it was medium rare -- but completely charred on the outside. I had to send it back. I also had to send back my Cabernet b/c it was corky. Moral: they should stick to what they know -- beer and bar food.) we were giggling as usual. We giggle and sing before we fall asleep and we giggle and sing when we wake up.
Anyway, Jeffrey -- who has been staying with me while he looks for a place -- called upstairs to say good morning. Then he said, "Well, see you guys later, I gotta jet."
I called down, "OK, but you're not allowed to use that word anymore."
Sarah and I both giggled. When the giggling subsided, we heard a small voice from downstairs say, "I could rocket."
He sounded just like Bob Newhart. "I could rocket."
Of course then we had to start singing "Rocket Man". The way William Shatner does. "I miss the earth. I miss my WIFE."
Okay, there was no real point to that anecdote. It wasn't even really that funny. But it did make you momentarilly forget about the Hello Kitty bluetooth headset with a cord, didn't it? Damn, now I'm thinking about it again.
He said, "I'm surprised to see you with that. I thought you'd have a bluetooth headset."
I said, "I refuse to wear one of those. I don't want to look like I'm part of the Borg. I want a Hello Kitty bluetooth headset."
So this morning I walked past his office and he showed me this:
http://www.engadget.com/entry/5843052316337252/
For about fifteen minutes, I was thrilled out of my mind, walking on air -- until I googled it and found out that it's discontinued. A bit more sleuthing and I found one on eBay.
But then all the blood drained out of my head when I noticed that it's got a cord. It's got a cord! Um, hi, WHAT IS THE DAMN POINT OF MAKING A BLUETOOTH HEADSET IF IT'S GOT A CORD. Jesus. Am I going to have to quit my job and become a damn industrial designer so I can help these people out?!?! There is a huge market to be tapped here, people!!!
OK, maybe I had a few too many chocoloate-covered espresso beans with my latte.
How about a nice, happy anecdote? This morning when Sarah and I woke up (She stayed over cuz we went to her friend's birthday celebration at the Library Ale House -- a place I would not recommend. Oh, it's fine if you order a burger and curly fries and a microbrew. But they should NOT put filet mignon on the menu if they do not know how to prepare it. Oh sure, it was medium rare -- but completely charred on the outside. I had to send it back. I also had to send back my Cabernet b/c it was corky. Moral: they should stick to what they know -- beer and bar food.) we were giggling as usual. We giggle and sing before we fall asleep and we giggle and sing when we wake up.
Anyway, Jeffrey -- who has been staying with me while he looks for a place -- called upstairs to say good morning. Then he said, "Well, see you guys later, I gotta jet."
I called down, "OK, but you're not allowed to use that word anymore."
Sarah and I both giggled. When the giggling subsided, we heard a small voice from downstairs say, "I could rocket."
He sounded just like Bob Newhart. "I could rocket."
Of course then we had to start singing "Rocket Man". The way William Shatner does. "I miss the earth. I miss my WIFE."
Okay, there was no real point to that anecdote. It wasn't even really that funny. But it did make you momentarilly forget about the Hello Kitty bluetooth headset with a cord, didn't it? Damn, now I'm thinking about it again.