1. Put Your iTunes on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
*5. Tag at least X value friends.
*6. Anyone tagged has to do the same, because fun pointlessness spreads like a virus!
Okay Yay! Thanks Matt!
Here we go:
If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?
"What would you say" - Dave Matthews
(I love him. And that answer fits, I guess.)
How would you describe yourself?
"I Am I Said" - Niel Diamond
(Sweet Jesus I love that man.)
What do you like in a guy/girl?
"Drive"- Incubus
(I Do like for them to have transportation. I guess... The chorus does say "whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there with open hands and open eyes" so I guess that counts too. That works for me.)
How do you feel today?
"Incomplete" - The Backstreet Boys (SHUT UP)
(actually right now I'm feeling pretty complete. Hmm)
What is your life’s purpose?
"More than a Feelin" - Boston
(Life IS more than a feelin')
What is your motto?
"Hang Tough" - NKOTB!!!!
(I LOVE IT!!!!!!!)
What do your friends think of you?
"Mr. Roboto" - Styx
(that I'm an insane robot? Sweet!)
What do you think of your parents?
"Lovebug" - The Jonas Brothers
(well I do love them...)
What do you think about very often?
"Angel" - Ben Harper
(I do think of angels sometimes.)
What is 2 + 2?
"I will follow you into the dark" - Death Cab for Cutie
(um... I'm too stupid to know what 2 + 2 is so I'm going to search the dark until I find it? And someone's going to follow me?)
What do you think of your best friend?
"Volcano" - Damien Rice.
(This totally describes her.)
What do you think of the person you like?
"Aqueous Transmission" - Incubus
(well it sounds Asian, and he's half Asian, so this works!)
What is your life story?
"Beware! Criminal." - Incubus
(yeah, sounds about right)
What do you want to be when you grow up?
"Shot Through the Heart" - Bon Jovi
(NO!!! I DO NOT WANT TO BE SHOT THROUGH THE HEART WHEN I DIE!)
What do you think of when you see the person you like?
"Dirty Diana" - Michael Jackson
(I love him! But he's not dirty.)
What will you dance to at your wedding?
"7 AM" - Incubus
(Uh, no.)
What will they play at your funeral?
"Sledgehammer" - Peter Gabriel
(YES!!! I am FULLY on board with that idea!)
What is your hobby/interest?
"Down" - 311
(Wow that's dirty.)
What is your biggest fear?
"Badfish" - Weezer
(I did get sick once on some bad tuna so that works)
What is your biggest secret?
"Here in my room" - Incubus
(Why does Incubus keep coming up?! I have over 2000 songs and so far it's all Incubus. But yes, I keep secrets in my room!)
What do you think of your friends?
"Lola" - The Kinks
(I guess this means I think that all my friends are secret drag queens? SWEET!)
What will you post this as?
"Rehab" - Amy Winehouse
(Awesome.)
Friday, December 12, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
UGH
So it's been a while, guess I should update this thingy.
So, I just went to Lake Chelan with Becca, and we had SO much fun! We swam, played mini-golf, went out in a paddle boat, and, brace yourselves, "got our tans on." God I hate that phrase. Anyhow, we had SUCH a good time, coming back to reality was like a slap in the face, which I like to give, but hate to receive. Heh. Dirty.
Upon my return, I broke up with my boyfriend. Things hadn't been going so well, and I decided that a clean break was what I needed. So that happened, and that's really all I'm going to say about that.
I was also recently introduced to the author Jennifer Lancaster. I am now convinced that either I am her doppelganger (only Democratic, not Republican), or I am somehow magically related to her. Every time I read something of hers, I laugh out loud every thirty seconds. Not necessairily because of something she says, but how she says it. Exactly like I would! I think my favorite part of her is that in one of her books, she describes how she traded her lunch for a coach briefcase that a Hobo had. Basically, she convinced him that her lunch was going to be more beneficial to him than the Coach briefcase that was clearly "Hot" because her lunch had crack rocks in it. What were the crack rocks? you ask. Well, they were Hot Wasabi Peas. This is why I love her. She has a website that's http://www.jennsylvania.com/. Everyone should check it out.
I just found out I hit both of my branch goals, which doubled this month, for work today. Go me! Oh, and, I'm moving back to Downtown, and getting the hell out of Chinatown! Thank God! In two weeks I'll be back at 5th and Union! Woot!
If one more person tells me that I need to get them a checking account, I'm going to slap them; eg. Leonard. Leonard is the new teller at the International District. I want to slap him. He's very irritating, and he's late every day. He also went to Prep and commenced, which basically means that you take your senior year at Seattle University, and can graduate college a year early. It's the private school's equivalent of Runing start. Anyhow, when I told him that I did not do Matteo Ricci (the program that it's called), he basically looked down his nose at me, as did most of the kids who commenced. Here's the thing though: I know of only TWO people who successfully commenced from Prep to SU, and actually passed. My brother failed out, Leonard failed out, and many others failed out with the added pleasure of become drug addicts or having to go to rehab for one thing or another (what up class of 2002!). Seriously, I can only think of TWO people who made it through the program successfully. So Leonard, Bite Me.
So I'm starting to freak myself out. I'm actually missing school! Who woulda thunkit? I'm thinking of going back like, next quarter, and I'm really starting to worry myself. Who am I, and what have I done with myself? Although, I am really close to finishing my finance degree. We'll see though.
Lately I've been spending a lot of time with my brother, which has been really cool. We were never really close growing up, except from the ages of 1-8. He's two years older than me, and then there's the whole gay thing. He had his own life, I had mine. So we were never really that close. But it's really cool that we're hanging out so much lately. It makes me happy. Plus, he's a total different person when my parents aren't around. He's completely relaxed, and he's happy and actually fun! He gets so uptight when my parents are around, it's really wierd, like he's still trying to ask for forgiveness for being gay. At least, that's what I'm likening it to. And it's not even like my parents care anymore. They're founders of a gay advocacy group for Catholic parents. If that doesn't say "we love our gay son" than I don't know what does. Speaking of Gay, I got to walk in my first parade! Sure, it was the Gay Pride Parade, and everyone probably thought I was a lesbian, but still! I had so much fun! And walking with my brother was really fun too, because he's pretty much a celebrity in Seattle's Gay community. You ever find yourself in a gay bar, you just tell them you know Sister Faye, and you'll at least get one free drink, I promise. It may be fruity and pink, but damnit, you know a celebrity.
Okay, this is a really long post, so I'm going to wrap it up, but I'd like to part with one last gem of wisdom:
"You're the meaning in my life, you're the Inspiration!"
Thank you.
So, I just went to Lake Chelan with Becca, and we had SO much fun! We swam, played mini-golf, went out in a paddle boat, and, brace yourselves, "got our tans on." God I hate that phrase. Anyhow, we had SUCH a good time, coming back to reality was like a slap in the face, which I like to give, but hate to receive. Heh. Dirty.
Upon my return, I broke up with my boyfriend. Things hadn't been going so well, and I decided that a clean break was what I needed. So that happened, and that's really all I'm going to say about that.
I was also recently introduced to the author Jennifer Lancaster. I am now convinced that either I am her doppelganger (only Democratic, not Republican), or I am somehow magically related to her. Every time I read something of hers, I laugh out loud every thirty seconds. Not necessairily because of something she says, but how she says it. Exactly like I would! I think my favorite part of her is that in one of her books, she describes how she traded her lunch for a coach briefcase that a Hobo had. Basically, she convinced him that her lunch was going to be more beneficial to him than the Coach briefcase that was clearly "Hot" because her lunch had crack rocks in it. What were the crack rocks? you ask. Well, they were Hot Wasabi Peas. This is why I love her. She has a website that's http://www.jennsylvania.com/. Everyone should check it out.
I just found out I hit both of my branch goals, which doubled this month, for work today. Go me! Oh, and, I'm moving back to Downtown, and getting the hell out of Chinatown! Thank God! In two weeks I'll be back at 5th and Union! Woot!
If one more person tells me that I need to get them a checking account, I'm going to slap them; eg. Leonard. Leonard is the new teller at the International District. I want to slap him. He's very irritating, and he's late every day. He also went to Prep and commenced, which basically means that you take your senior year at Seattle University, and can graduate college a year early. It's the private school's equivalent of Runing start. Anyhow, when I told him that I did not do Matteo Ricci (the program that it's called), he basically looked down his nose at me, as did most of the kids who commenced. Here's the thing though: I know of only TWO people who successfully commenced from Prep to SU, and actually passed. My brother failed out, Leonard failed out, and many others failed out with the added pleasure of become drug addicts or having to go to rehab for one thing or another (what up class of 2002!). Seriously, I can only think of TWO people who made it through the program successfully. So Leonard, Bite Me.
So I'm starting to freak myself out. I'm actually missing school! Who woulda thunkit? I'm thinking of going back like, next quarter, and I'm really starting to worry myself. Who am I, and what have I done with myself? Although, I am really close to finishing my finance degree. We'll see though.
Lately I've been spending a lot of time with my brother, which has been really cool. We were never really close growing up, except from the ages of 1-8. He's two years older than me, and then there's the whole gay thing. He had his own life, I had mine. So we were never really that close. But it's really cool that we're hanging out so much lately. It makes me happy. Plus, he's a total different person when my parents aren't around. He's completely relaxed, and he's happy and actually fun! He gets so uptight when my parents are around, it's really wierd, like he's still trying to ask for forgiveness for being gay. At least, that's what I'm likening it to. And it's not even like my parents care anymore. They're founders of a gay advocacy group for Catholic parents. If that doesn't say "we love our gay son" than I don't know what does. Speaking of Gay, I got to walk in my first parade! Sure, it was the Gay Pride Parade, and everyone probably thought I was a lesbian, but still! I had so much fun! And walking with my brother was really fun too, because he's pretty much a celebrity in Seattle's Gay community. You ever find yourself in a gay bar, you just tell them you know Sister Faye, and you'll at least get one free drink, I promise. It may be fruity and pink, but damnit, you know a celebrity.
Okay, this is a really long post, so I'm going to wrap it up, but I'd like to part with one last gem of wisdom:
"You're the meaning in my life, you're the Inspiration!"
Thank you.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Recap, with value
So I had a pretty damn good weekend. Friday night I had a Sarah night and hung out with myself on the couch. I watched a few movies, then a few episodes of Beverly Hills 90210, and then went to bed at about 10:30. It was pretty much wicked cool.
Saturday I made some phone calls in the morning for work, worked on a few problems I was having, and basically had a chill evening. At night I went out with the boyfriend and we went and had Greek food at my favorite Greek place on the Ave, then we went and got Bubble Tea. Mmmm. We got home, and spent the rest of the evening watching Disney movies! It was pretty much a lot o' fun.
Sunday I woke up and went hiking East of North Bend. There's a fun hike out there that's called Twin Falls, and it's pretty cool. You go for about a mile, then you end up on this bridge overlooking a waterfall and mini-river. You can either go down to the water or continue on the hike which brings you to another waterfall that WAY bigger than the other one. It's BEAUTIFUL. It's probably one of the most calming things ever, and it's a REALLY peaceful thing to do. This past week was so frustrating due to my being sick and a WHOLE LOT of problems with a few of my loans, so it was really good for me to be in nature and calm myslef down.
Honestly, it's sometimes really frustrating being me. Most people think that I'm a total ditz most of the time, and I say really stupid things, but I don't necessairily perceive myself to be like that. I will admit that I play into a lot, but most of the time it's just easier for me to do that than to say something that people will question. When I'm on my own though, I can forget about all pretence and just be me. The only problem is, I'm finding myself heading closer and closer to the frigging quarter-life crisis so as of right now, I don't know who I am. But that's a whole other blog... Anyhow, my point was that as soon as I'm out in nature by myself, it has a hugely calming effect on me, and it's wonderful.
I had a great weekend, and it was filled with a lot of laughter, which is exactly what I needed.
Saturday I made some phone calls in the morning for work, worked on a few problems I was having, and basically had a chill evening. At night I went out with the boyfriend and we went and had Greek food at my favorite Greek place on the Ave, then we went and got Bubble Tea. Mmmm. We got home, and spent the rest of the evening watching Disney movies! It was pretty much a lot o' fun.
Sunday I woke up and went hiking East of North Bend. There's a fun hike out there that's called Twin Falls, and it's pretty cool. You go for about a mile, then you end up on this bridge overlooking a waterfall and mini-river. You can either go down to the water or continue on the hike which brings you to another waterfall that WAY bigger than the other one. It's BEAUTIFUL. It's probably one of the most calming things ever, and it's a REALLY peaceful thing to do. This past week was so frustrating due to my being sick and a WHOLE LOT of problems with a few of my loans, so it was really good for me to be in nature and calm myslef down.
Honestly, it's sometimes really frustrating being me. Most people think that I'm a total ditz most of the time, and I say really stupid things, but I don't necessairily perceive myself to be like that. I will admit that I play into a lot, but most of the time it's just easier for me to do that than to say something that people will question. When I'm on my own though, I can forget about all pretence and just be me. The only problem is, I'm finding myself heading closer and closer to the frigging quarter-life crisis so as of right now, I don't know who I am. But that's a whole other blog... Anyhow, my point was that as soon as I'm out in nature by myself, it has a hugely calming effect on me, and it's wonderful.
I had a great weekend, and it was filled with a lot of laughter, which is exactly what I needed.
Monday, March 3, 2008
I hate dentists and all that they stand for... and then there's Adam Sandler...
So today I went to the dentist where they drilled a hole into my gum so that they could inject me with a twenty foot needle full of medicine. Why? you ask? Well it was to bring down the SWELLING so that they can carve out my gums and give me a root canal tomorrow. Not just one, mind you, but two. Now all of this is because my idiotic OLD dentist filled two cavities and did a REALLY bad job and they fell out. Now, I am dying a slow and painful death (actually not that painful due to the copious amounts of Hydrocodone that I have ingested today, but that's not the point) and this wasn't even the bad part of the experience. Tomorrow is going to be even worse, so I'm really not looking forward to waking up :(.
Now, I would like to address the comments made by my dear friend, Sr. Matteo Moore. Matthew does not believe that I Now Pronounce you Chuck and Larry or Grandma's Boy are quality movies. Now Matty, I do believe I never said they were quality movies. I'm quite sure I said they were QUALI-TAY movies. Now let me explain the distinction: Quality movies are movies that you see in a theater and think, "oh yeah, that was a good movie, I'd enjoy seeing it again." Quali-TAY movies are movies where you see them in the theater, most likely when drunk or with other controlling substances are in your nervous system, and you think "Holy Mother of Ganja, that was the worst movie I've ever seen," yet you've just laughed through the majority of the movie. Then, when walking through the mighty aisles of Fred Meyer you come upon the $9.99 section of movies and see it, and you can't help but buy it because of the wonderful memories of that drunken/inebriated evening. That, my friend, is where Grandma's Boy finds itself. Though it is ridiculously stupid, it is also quite possibly one of the most ingenious movies of our time. I say this because when you think of the amount of people in our generation (and even generations after us) that like to... um... partake in the herbal refreshment, these movie people who put this film together were GENIOUS to cater to this type of movie. However I also believe it is one of those movies where when you're in a bad mood or just need a stupid laugh, you can pop it in (that's what she said) and feel better about yourself. Now as far as I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry goes, that movie is just plain funny. Any movie where Nick Swardson is dancing around like a fairy (both the gay and whimsical type at one time!) is A-okay by me. Plus, that big guy from King of Queens can actually be pretty funny at times, and he wasn't bad in this movie. AND, then you have Adam Sandler. I'm sorry Sr. Moore, but I LOVE ADAM SANDLER (except for Spanglish. That was a dark time for us all.) He is hilarious and that's pretty much all there is to it.
In closing, I stand by my decisions that those are two of my most favorite movies of all time.
Now that my high is wearing off, I am going to go to bed. But I hope I made my point clearly and concisely. Hidalgo, let me know what you think.
Gracias, y buenas noches.
Adios, y que te vayas bien.
*Please do not judge me by any spelling/grammatical errors. Thank you.
Now, I would like to address the comments made by my dear friend, Sr. Matteo Moore. Matthew does not believe that I Now Pronounce you Chuck and Larry or Grandma's Boy are quality movies. Now Matty, I do believe I never said they were quality movies. I'm quite sure I said they were QUALI-TAY movies. Now let me explain the distinction: Quality movies are movies that you see in a theater and think, "oh yeah, that was a good movie, I'd enjoy seeing it again." Quali-TAY movies are movies where you see them in the theater, most likely when drunk or with other controlling substances are in your nervous system, and you think "Holy Mother of Ganja, that was the worst movie I've ever seen," yet you've just laughed through the majority of the movie. Then, when walking through the mighty aisles of Fred Meyer you come upon the $9.99 section of movies and see it, and you can't help but buy it because of the wonderful memories of that drunken/inebriated evening. That, my friend, is where Grandma's Boy finds itself. Though it is ridiculously stupid, it is also quite possibly one of the most ingenious movies of our time. I say this because when you think of the amount of people in our generation (and even generations after us) that like to... um... partake in the herbal refreshment, these movie people who put this film together were GENIOUS to cater to this type of movie. However I also believe it is one of those movies where when you're in a bad mood or just need a stupid laugh, you can pop it in (that's what she said) and feel better about yourself. Now as far as I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry goes, that movie is just plain funny. Any movie where Nick Swardson is dancing around like a fairy (both the gay and whimsical type at one time!) is A-okay by me. Plus, that big guy from King of Queens can actually be pretty funny at times, and he wasn't bad in this movie. AND, then you have Adam Sandler. I'm sorry Sr. Moore, but I LOVE ADAM SANDLER (except for Spanglish. That was a dark time for us all.) He is hilarious and that's pretty much all there is to it.
In closing, I stand by my decisions that those are two of my most favorite movies of all time.
Now that my high is wearing off, I am going to go to bed. But I hope I made my point clearly and concisely. Hidalgo, let me know what you think.
Gracias, y buenas noches.
Adios, y que te vayas bien.
*Please do not judge me by any spelling/grammatical errors. Thank you.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Why ya gotta be like that TSG? Why???
Now, as we all can assume correctly that when it comes to technology, I'm pretty much useless. I hate it, it hates me, that's how we roll. I can barely turn a computer on, let alone plug it in. Thus, when I call our technology department at work with a problem or question, they normally do everything for me. This is how it's been for the past three years.
Recently, I was promoted, and in being so had to change many things about my computer. I had to order different programs (well, technically our office assistant did it for me...) and then get them set up. One of these programs is called a VPN, and this will allow me to access WaMu's internet network (or whatever the hell it is) from home. This, in turn, will give me the freedom and access to work from home if I become overwhelmed at work. Which would be amazing.
So yesterday I call the TSG department, or Technology Service Group or whatever they stand for so that I can have the access I need to work from home. I basically need to set up the VPN thingy that I recently obtained. So I call and talk to Sally (Read: Panamajarana), and she tells me that I need to call fom home to get everything set up. Fine. So I go home yesterday evening and call again from my house, and this time I get Bob (Read: Taj). So Bob tells me that I need to get my wireless card before I can do anything else. "Well what the hell's a wireless card?" I ask myself. Oh, wait, I know! It's something that you plug into your computer! I can handle that! So thinking that what "Bob" tells me makes sense, I give up and plan to call them when I get my wireless card.
So today I get my wireless internet card in the mail! "Hurray!" I think to myself, believing this nightmare of a computer set-up will soon be over. Far from it. I set up my wireless card according to directions, without even calling TSG (!) and everything's great. So I get home and plan on boarding this great loan and think about how everything's going to be swell when I get online from here. Not really... I call TSG because I can't connect to the network. "Oh yeah! I remember. I need to call to get my VPN set up." So I call. And talk to Meg (Read: I could barely hear her, so I can't come up with a good name, sorry peoples). And Meg tells me that I need to be connected to the network to have my VPN set up. At this point, I'm kind of deflating like a balloon, and I'm starting to get irritated. Why would they tell me to call from home, then tell me that I need to call when I'm connected at work. FINE.
So tomorrow I have to call when I'm connected to the network. And if it doesn't work, I might just have to take a flight out to Bangladesh.
Recently, I was promoted, and in being so had to change many things about my computer. I had to order different programs (well, technically our office assistant did it for me...) and then get them set up. One of these programs is called a VPN, and this will allow me to access WaMu's internet network (or whatever the hell it is) from home. This, in turn, will give me the freedom and access to work from home if I become overwhelmed at work. Which would be amazing.
So yesterday I call the TSG department, or Technology Service Group or whatever they stand for so that I can have the access I need to work from home. I basically need to set up the VPN thingy that I recently obtained. So I call and talk to Sally (Read: Panamajarana), and she tells me that I need to call fom home to get everything set up. Fine. So I go home yesterday evening and call again from my house, and this time I get Bob (Read: Taj). So Bob tells me that I need to get my wireless card before I can do anything else. "Well what the hell's a wireless card?" I ask myself. Oh, wait, I know! It's something that you plug into your computer! I can handle that! So thinking that what "Bob" tells me makes sense, I give up and plan to call them when I get my wireless card.
So today I get my wireless internet card in the mail! "Hurray!" I think to myself, believing this nightmare of a computer set-up will soon be over. Far from it. I set up my wireless card according to directions, without even calling TSG (!) and everything's great. So I get home and plan on boarding this great loan and think about how everything's going to be swell when I get online from here. Not really... I call TSG because I can't connect to the network. "Oh yeah! I remember. I need to call to get my VPN set up." So I call. And talk to Meg (Read: I could barely hear her, so I can't come up with a good name, sorry peoples). And Meg tells me that I need to be connected to the network to have my VPN set up. At this point, I'm kind of deflating like a balloon, and I'm starting to get irritated. Why would they tell me to call from home, then tell me that I need to call when I'm connected at work. FINE.
So tomorrow I have to call when I'm connected to the network. And if it doesn't work, I might just have to take a flight out to Bangladesh.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Finally
So I set up this blog about two weeks ago, and I'm just now getting to blog. Pathetic.
Anyhow, here are my topics of discussion:
1. Myspace
2. Washington Mutual's Technology Department
3. Chinatown
4. the Red Lego Suitcase
Myspace.
Honestly people, I'm over it. Myspace is so 2005, and I want to live in the now. So, I deleted my Myspace account. It's all fun and good if you're 13 and "like, totally want to mystalk this super cute guy with the bleached blonde hair and the blue eyes that's holding the really really really really really really really really really really really really cute puppy that I met at the mall last Friday night while we were waiting in line for tickets to the Hannah Montanna concert movie thing". Now, anything having to do with Myspace really irritates me. Sorry Tom, but your time has come. Now it's time to move on with your life, and perhaps create a dating website much like match.com or eharmony or whatever it is. I think you'd be good at that.
WaMu Technology People.
Dear TSG,
I hate you. You are slow, you are rude, and most of the time I can't understand what the hell you're saying because you don't speak into the phone. That causes a lot of frustration, especially because I'm already mostly deaf.
Also, in this day and age, why can't you be updated sooner? If you receive notice that a person's job is changing, why can't you update the system before the change so that they don't have to spend two hours with you on a Saturday being placed on hold, hung up on, placed back on hold, hung up on again, placed on hold for seventeen minutes (yes, I counted), then ultimately told that you can't do anything to help them even though it would take about thirty seconds to fix the problem?
Now, if it was just one time that you disappointed me, that would be a different subject altogether. But no, TSG, that is not the case. On the whole, you are awful. It is an inconvenience to get ahold of you, a bigger inconvenience once I do, and just a basic pain in the ass to get ONE thing accomplished with you.
My wish for 2008 is that you become user friendly. I would say more user friendly, but that would imply that there's something there to work with, which there clearly isn't. Either that, or you disappear completely.
The next time I call, do NOT place me on hold for seventeen minutes.
And another thing, stop lying to me and telling me your name is either Sam or Sally. Clearly, it's not. Even if I can't pronounce your name correctly,, it's very patronizing to me to hear you say in a VERY thick accent, "thank you for calling Washington Mutual's Technology Service Department, this is Bob, how can I help you?" YOUR NAME IS NOT BOB FOR PETE'S SAKE!
That is all for now,
Regards,
Sarah
Chinatown.
Holy cow this place is intense. It's one thing to go from the Home Loan Center in downtown back to a branch, but I'm in the International District inside the Uwajimaya. This branch is crazy. It's so busy, and has like five tellers. Oh, and it's an instore. Why do you need FIVE tellers in an instore? is what most people would thing. But that's the thing, they actually need more tellers than that because they're SO busy. Even now I'm looking out the doore and seeing like, twelve people in a single-file line! WOWZERS!!! It's intense people, it's intense. But it's also a lot of fun! I never thought I'd be missing the branch, but I'm actually glad to be back here! It's awesome, someone tries to come up to me and say, "hello, i'd like to open an account" and I get to direct them to someone else! I LOVE it! I'm pretty glad I'm a BLC.
The Red Lego Suitcase.
So I was driving throught Downtown on Friday, and I saw this guy carrying a red Lego Suitcase. What it is is this plastic suitcase with two snaps that is bring red. Inside? A plethora of Lego pieces for your fun and entertainment. And if you were me, lunch. I had a Freudian complex and couldn't keep the pieces out of my mouth... Anyways, as soon as I saw this wonder, I was hit with a HUGE wave of nostalgia, because peoples, I had the same suitcase. It was like a blast from the past seeing it. This caused me to wonder what exactly happened to my red Lego suitcase. After further inquisition to my mother, it appears that this wonderful toy of goodness disappeared from my house around the same time my brother was shipped off to summer camp at Camp Don Bosco. So this is my theory: The stupid camp people at the stupid CYO (Catholic Youth Organization: yes people, my brother and I went to Catholic camp; different than Church camp, but just as political) camp confiscated the beautiful toy and used the pieces to create some sort of force field wall around the camp so that the unfortunate that were trapped inside (such as myself and Patrick) had little chance for escape. I don't think you understand people, this delightful red suitcase had a never-ending bottom. It was ALWAYS full, no matter how many things you built with the pieces stored inside it. It truly was Christlike...
Thus concludes my pondering pontifications for the day. Thank you for your time.
Anyhow, here are my topics of discussion:
1. Myspace
2. Washington Mutual's Technology Department
3. Chinatown
4. the Red Lego Suitcase
Myspace.
Honestly people, I'm over it. Myspace is so 2005, and I want to live in the now. So, I deleted my Myspace account. It's all fun and good if you're 13 and "like, totally want to mystalk this super cute guy with the bleached blonde hair and the blue eyes that's holding the really really really really really really really really really really really really cute puppy that I met at the mall last Friday night while we were waiting in line for tickets to the Hannah Montanna concert movie thing". Now, anything having to do with Myspace really irritates me. Sorry Tom, but your time has come. Now it's time to move on with your life, and perhaps create a dating website much like match.com or eharmony or whatever it is. I think you'd be good at that.
WaMu Technology People.
Dear TSG,
I hate you. You are slow, you are rude, and most of the time I can't understand what the hell you're saying because you don't speak into the phone. That causes a lot of frustration, especially because I'm already mostly deaf.
Also, in this day and age, why can't you be updated sooner? If you receive notice that a person's job is changing, why can't you update the system before the change so that they don't have to spend two hours with you on a Saturday being placed on hold, hung up on, placed back on hold, hung up on again, placed on hold for seventeen minutes (yes, I counted), then ultimately told that you can't do anything to help them even though it would take about thirty seconds to fix the problem?
Now, if it was just one time that you disappointed me, that would be a different subject altogether. But no, TSG, that is not the case. On the whole, you are awful. It is an inconvenience to get ahold of you, a bigger inconvenience once I do, and just a basic pain in the ass to get ONE thing accomplished with you.
My wish for 2008 is that you become user friendly. I would say more user friendly, but that would imply that there's something there to work with, which there clearly isn't. Either that, or you disappear completely.
The next time I call, do NOT place me on hold for seventeen minutes.
And another thing, stop lying to me and telling me your name is either Sam or Sally. Clearly, it's not. Even if I can't pronounce your name correctly,, it's very patronizing to me to hear you say in a VERY thick accent, "thank you for calling Washington Mutual's Technology Service Department, this is Bob, how can I help you?" YOUR NAME IS NOT BOB FOR PETE'S SAKE!
That is all for now,
Regards,
Sarah
Chinatown.
Holy cow this place is intense. It's one thing to go from the Home Loan Center in downtown back to a branch, but I'm in the International District inside the Uwajimaya. This branch is crazy. It's so busy, and has like five tellers. Oh, and it's an instore. Why do you need FIVE tellers in an instore? is what most people would thing. But that's the thing, they actually need more tellers than that because they're SO busy. Even now I'm looking out the doore and seeing like, twelve people in a single-file line! WOWZERS!!! It's intense people, it's intense. But it's also a lot of fun! I never thought I'd be missing the branch, but I'm actually glad to be back here! It's awesome, someone tries to come up to me and say, "hello, i'd like to open an account" and I get to direct them to someone else! I LOVE it! I'm pretty glad I'm a BLC.
The Red Lego Suitcase.
So I was driving throught Downtown on Friday, and I saw this guy carrying a red Lego Suitcase. What it is is this plastic suitcase with two snaps that is bring red. Inside? A plethora of Lego pieces for your fun and entertainment. And if you were me, lunch. I had a Freudian complex and couldn't keep the pieces out of my mouth... Anyways, as soon as I saw this wonder, I was hit with a HUGE wave of nostalgia, because peoples, I had the same suitcase. It was like a blast from the past seeing it. This caused me to wonder what exactly happened to my red Lego suitcase. After further inquisition to my mother, it appears that this wonderful toy of goodness disappeared from my house around the same time my brother was shipped off to summer camp at Camp Don Bosco. So this is my theory: The stupid camp people at the stupid CYO (Catholic Youth Organization: yes people, my brother and I went to Catholic camp; different than Church camp, but just as political) camp confiscated the beautiful toy and used the pieces to create some sort of force field wall around the camp so that the unfortunate that were trapped inside (such as myself and Patrick) had little chance for escape. I don't think you understand people, this delightful red suitcase had a never-ending bottom. It was ALWAYS full, no matter how many things you built with the pieces stored inside it. It truly was Christlike...
Thus concludes my pondering pontifications for the day. Thank you for your time.
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