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Damn me.
I just broke the French press. This means that the only way left for us to make coffee is the single cup French press.
Forget stylish glass, I'm too clumsy. I'm buying a stainless steel press next time. I can buy things now, I have a job! And speaking of...
Working a six day week this week to make up for the four day week last. But I already find that I don't want to go in - yesterday was busy-busy, and I spent the entire time being ignored by chatting coworkers in the training room. (Not that I particularly wanted conversation -- the one instigating or inflicting interaction was not all too smart, she was having trouble explaining to people that yes, sorry, the gender requirement is a new thing, and will take a bit of time to integrate smoothly, sorry again, we'll have everything back up and fully functional for you within 48 business hours. But words like integrate and functional fall under the category of vocabulary, and hers was lacking. It's hard to find replacement four-letter-words for these things, yes?)
(And it would never have occurred to her that asking people's 'gender' and not 'sex' is rather ... I want to say ironic, but I know that isn't right. Ah, well.)
One of the members also decided I was his friend yesterday. He just wanted to cancel, but he wanted his refund sent out by priority mail, and sent somewhere else, and...etc, ad infinitum. I kept telling him that I had no idea what cancellation did - that I was just a CCR and was not involved in their affairs -- but I guess I was nice about telling him I was totally ignorant, so he liked me. At one point, he called back, got a different rep, and just gave them a phone number and refused to tell them anything about his issues. Just said he wanted to talk to me. And in the end, all I could really do was email his info to the person who was actually handling his cancellation.
(Excuse. Work talk isn't particularly interesting, but the few things which are interesting lately -- Virginia Woolf's "The Waves", the new classical CDs Ben made for Adam and I, the implications of the first person camera in "Lady in the Lake" -- I don't feel up to talking about. Not being in school makes me feel slow and treacly and rather stupid.)
I just broke the French press. This means that the only way left for us to make coffee is the single cup French press.
Forget stylish glass, I'm too clumsy. I'm buying a stainless steel press next time. I can buy things now, I have a job! And speaking of...
Working a six day week this week to make up for the four day week last. But I already find that I don't want to go in - yesterday was busy-busy, and I spent the entire time being ignored by chatting coworkers in the training room. (Not that I particularly wanted conversation -- the one instigating or inflicting interaction was not all too smart, she was having trouble explaining to people that yes, sorry, the gender requirement is a new thing, and will take a bit of time to integrate smoothly, sorry again, we'll have everything back up and fully functional for you within 48 business hours. But words like integrate and functional fall under the category of vocabulary, and hers was lacking. It's hard to find replacement four-letter-words for these things, yes?)
(And it would never have occurred to her that asking people's 'gender' and not 'sex' is rather ... I want to say ironic, but I know that isn't right. Ah, well.)
One of the members also decided I was his friend yesterday. He just wanted to cancel, but he wanted his refund sent out by priority mail, and sent somewhere else, and...etc, ad infinitum. I kept telling him that I had no idea what cancellation did - that I was just a CCR and was not involved in their affairs -- but I guess I was nice about telling him I was totally ignorant, so he liked me. At one point, he called back, got a different rep, and just gave them a phone number and refused to tell them anything about his issues. Just said he wanted to talk to me. And in the end, all I could really do was email his info to the person who was actually handling his cancellation.
(Excuse. Work talk isn't particularly interesting, but the few things which are interesting lately -- Virginia Woolf's "The Waves", the new classical CDs Ben made for Adam and I, the implications of the first person camera in "Lady in the Lake" -- I don't feel up to talking about. Not being in school makes me feel slow and treacly and rather stupid.)