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Wherein I over-emphasize

Zannah — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 21:36:39 +0000

So…I bought new yoga pants yesterday because I found a hole in my old pair. I’m sure the hole came from overuse and the fact that they were cheap pants and is NOT a commentary on my weight. I’m sure of it. (Me? Defensive? No…) Anyway, I was inspired to get rid of other old clothes – clothes I don’t wear, clothes that even if I could fit into them I wouldn’t wear, other clothes that are so old they also have holes in them. I went through every drawer in my dressers and filled one garbage bag with clothes to give away and another one with clothes (old socks, old underwear, a pair of sweatpants that has holes AND is covered in paint, etc.) to throw away. Okay, the trash bag of trash isn’t filled with clothes. I don’t have that many things that were so torn apart they had to be thrown away. Although I am throwing away the pair of red nylon running pants I ruined with a hot iron. I honestly can’t remember why I tried to iron those. Seriously, let’s think about this. For one thing, I HATE ironing. I do it when I have to, but usually I just ask to John to iron something of mine when he’s ironing his work shirts in the morning. For another thing, these pants are NYLON (or some other synthetic fabric that MELTS when it gets hot). I had that information before I tried to iron them, really I did. I knew what would happen, but obviously, my brain wasn’t present at the time. For one more thing, these were jogging pants. Why would I be ironing them? They don’t get wrinkled in the first place, and even if they did, who cares? Maybe, just maybe, the pants happened to be on the ironing board while I was in the midst of ironing other things (unlikely – see my first point), and I just happened to set the hot iron on one of the legs. But that doesn’t ring true. We might as well assume I’m an idiot. It would be closer to the truth.

How is that helpful?

Zannah — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 00:18:54 +0000

I’ve been having some problems with my cell phone lately. My wonderful was-state-of-the-art-almost-a-year-and-a-half-ago phone. That I still love. Except for these problems. I’m going to list them. Because I like lists. And choppy sentences.

My phone reboots when I’m using the Hulu or Netflix app to watch TV. I can get through about 20 minutes and then my phone turns itself off and takes forEVER to turn itself back on. Much longer than the usual startup time. And it’s not a battery problem – I usually have at least half the battery life left. Maybe it’s an overheating problem, but it doesn’t happen to John when he watches something for that long (or longer) on his phone. And once it reboots once, it’ll do it again within about five minutes. Irritating.
My battery only lasts about four hours, even when I’m barely using my phone. I don’t leave unnecessary or power-hungry apps running when they don’t need to be. I don’t know why I would see such a sudden change. Maybe my battery is going.
My phone can’t find the GPS satellite anymore. The last few times I’ve turned on the GPS…tracker..thingy, my phone says it’s searching for the satellite and never finds it.

So I called Sprint for help. Oh my god. It started out promising. The tech I talked to had a deep, calm, capable voice, and he was very nice, but it was all a lie. Well, not all. He was calm and his voice stayed deep. And he was nice. Not so capable, though. He was kind of an idiot, and he clearly didn’t understand how the phone works. The GPS thing completely threw him. But it was over half an hour before he gave up. He did absolutely nothing to help me. He couldn’t even give me an idea of what the problem might be. The next step is to take it to a repair center. I might try talking to HTC first, though. Actually, I think the very next step will be to put John’s battery in my phone and test my issues. He’s not having any of these problems. If that doesn’t work, I’ll call HTC. Then try the repair center.

I love three-day weekends

Zannah — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 13:33:27 +0000

I was looking over my list for the weekend and I realized I left off something important.

Do my homework (I have an assignment due for Data Modeling and Design)
Finish Faithful Place
Start The Hunger Games
Exercise
Grocery store
Blah blah other boring things
Oh, also SLEEP

Aren’t I forgetting something? Oh, yeah.

GET MY NAILS DONE

How could I forget about that? Something of such global importance? Silly me. I also don’t remember what the other boring things were (#6), so I’m considering them done. But look how productive I was! Homework, reading, and sleeping. Good for me. And the gym. Better for me. Poor John is still miserable (and he has to go to work today – poor John, indeed). He spent most of the weekend resting.

I am going to finish The Hunger Games before I tackle the rest of my busy day. OR…I could go to the store now and get my one chore out of the way early… Decisions, decisions.

I’d rather get my marching orders from a baby panda

Zannah — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 20:41:45 +0000

What’s worse than a work bathroom with terrible lighting? A work bathroom with terrible lighting and a flickering florescent bulb over one of the sinks. Come ON. You’re already unhappy because you’re at work. Then you look in the mirror and get depressed about the bags under your eyes and your death-warmed-over complexion, both caused by the sucky lighting (you hope). You start to lose patience with all things work-related, letting your anger boil up every once in a while (but only on the inside). THEN you realize that your increasing rage was created by the nonstop flickering of the light over the lefthand sink. Your self-awareness of the cause of your rage doesn’t diminish it – oh no. Your rage rockets to the sky because this light, this awful, headache-inducing, horror movie flickering light, has been flickering like this for MONTHS. You’ve reported it to the office staff several times, and you probably aren’t the only one. Have they fixed it? NO. I should get a medal (a raise would be better) for not going on a homicidal rampage. The light made me do it.

My eyes! My eyes!

Zannah — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 01:17:17 +0000

I wish I could unsee this. Seriously, I’m scared, so only follow this link if you are not easily freaked out. (You don’t have to read the comments – just click on the picture at the top.) Even John admitted it was pretty creepy. But, you know, I had to share. I can’t be the only person checking behind me every few seconds.

In not scary news, I know this guy! Kind of. He was a client at my last job. He moved to Vegas to play poker professionally. After winning a lot. Good for him. He was always nice to me.

I needed to scrub my brain after that eerie picture, so we watched an episode of Modern Family. I love that show. If you don’t watch it, you are missing out.

I had a dream my house was falling apart. But you don’t want to hear about that. Other people’s dreams aren’t interesting to anyone but the dreamer. And maybe the dreamer’s psychologist. I don’t have one of those, so I’m out of luck.

October is the prettiest month

Zannah — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 22:17:06 +0000

When it’s sunny. I like the color of the sky. And the leaves. And we’ve had so much rain that the grass is still green everywhere. I should take a picture.

Taken from my car window on the way home from work. I could crop the road out, but you get the idea.

Enough with the pretty – prepare for meanness ahead.

Here’s a tip you’ve heard a million times, but it’s important: If you want a job, PROOFREAD YOUR RESUME. I read a pretty bad one recently. If you’re not very good with that sort of thing, find a friend who is. I don’t have high expectations for this person because she apparently can’t punctuate her way out of kindergarten. Oh, let’s be generous. Elementary school. Also, she listed “Blackberry (Curve)” as one of her skills. I don’t even know what that means. Maybe she can program for that platform? Impressive! Then say so. She’s not a programmer, though, unless she REALLY doesn’t know how to present herself in her resume, so I’m assuming she means she knows how to use a Blackberry. That’s not a skill. My 6-year-old niece can find her way around a smart phone.

I’m not trying to say that I punctuate everything correctly all the time. (For instance, is it resume, resumé, or résumé? Does the accent depend on something or are there just multiple acceptable forms?) I do, however, tailor my writing style to my audience, and my resumé (I like this one best) is flawless. (I know. Arrogant, much?) It might not get me hired, but it won’t get me dismissed out of hand. Grammar is important, people!

/rant

Now, watch me post this with some hugely embarrassing typo I didn’t notice.

Too tired for coherence

Zannah — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 00:36:21 +0000

Oh, peoples, I’m tired. And full. But happy. Good weekend.

Back to normal (eating, exercising, etc) tomorrow.

Double espresso doesn’t hack it

Zannah — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 18:53:18 +0000

There is not enough caffeine in the world to make me alert today. Roxy had a seizure last night (right on schedule – it’s been a week and a half), so we got to bed late, and then I got up at 5:15 and was out the door by 6:20 (for the third day in a row), which is clearly not early enough because I was trying to be in DC by 8 and it was 8:30 before I got there. Traffic sucks. And it was raining, which only makes traffic worse. I stopped at Starbucks before I got on the highway, and then the barista handed me my coffee, and then she got this horrified look on her face (seriously, like the world was about to end) and said, “Oh no! I put TWO shots in your coffee!” “How many are there normally?” “Just one.” “Don’t worry about it. It might help.” It didn’t. I still had to sing along to the radio at the top of my lungs to stay awake on the GW Parkway.

Also, I think I’m over my usual Starbucks order. It hasn’t come out right for weeks now. Disappointing because when it’s right, it’s SO good.

I hurt in more places that I knew existed

Zannah — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 00:30:23 +0000

I’m in the middle of a long post about today, but I’m too tired to finish it tonight. Tomorrow is a new day, with fewer aches and pains. I hope.

So…..

Zannah — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 01:30:59 +0000

Um….it’s Friday night. Saw some old friends last night, had a good time. Had a busy day at work. Left with nothing to say right now. Which generally means I shouldn’t be here. Also, if I’m sticking to reasonable bed times so I’m rested for Sunday, well, I shouldn’t be here.

Tomorrow, babbling will ensue. Probably.