I never thought I'd have a job in which phoning people and asking for things would be a major part of my day, yet here I am. My hesitations while speaking on the phone actually can be an asset, since I sound less like a telemarketer. In any case, we spend a lot of our day calling long distance, but this week our long distance service has been ( Read more... )

A few days back I mentioned my confusion at the way I'd suddenly started to add a Canadian touch to words like "about." It made no sense. Nearly two years in due South fandom, with all the Canadian TV shows and movies that seemed to accompany it, hadn't done it. Spending a week in Toronto in September hadn't done it. Why now? It left me ( Read more... )

Work has been so repetitive lately that we've gone insane and been forced to amuse ourselves. I could never begin to explain why having someone say "halibut" now reduces us to giggles.

Actually, I've been rereading all of my entries and thinking I sound like the human embodiment of a mood swing. It's probably due to the various things swarming through my brain: losing a friend, having my birthday, getting stuff together for my brother's birthday this week, getting stuff together for his fiancee's shower two weeks hence, starting ( Read more... )

Sometimes it's really hard to maintain our composure while on the phone at this job. One editor, asking for the new year's update, said that last year's figure was five-two-one-three, to which the woman he was talking to immediately protested, "That's wrong! Nobody pays $52,123 for room and board!" I had one school tell me that it doesn't report ( Read more... )

I am utterly booked. I'm going to be a total tourist in New Orleans. I know some folks in my subculture think that being cool means never showing any enthusiasm over anything, but I'd rather live before I die. So....

Thursday
11 a.m. Kayaking for three hours on Bayou St. John.

Friday10 a.m. Super City Tour ( Read more... )

My day:

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Well, my luck holds true to form. I'm going to be in town for the Jazz Fest, so just about every hotel's sold out or exorbitantly expensive. I don't care much for jazz, but since I'll be around anyway, maybe it'll change my mind. Anyway, after calling ten hotels that are among the less expensive ones in the French Quarter, the only two listings I ( Read more... )

I'm hoping the mouse (or mice) we have at work survive the exterminator. I had one of them on my desk twice this week, and he's actually very cute. Fast, clever, just out to make a living. Nice break in the monotony for me. Fellow editor, Stan, named it "Mousemont," though I also call it "Stewart Little," which drives another fellow editor, Stewart ( Read more... )