This is AWESOME. If you like rap at all this is totally worth the 3 minutes. It's so funny to hear a rapper talking about "the man" and "regulating" but in a totally different context.
(h/t Greg Mankiw)
Friday, October 30, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Costa Rica Driving
Oh, poor Costa Rica. In case you didn't have enough traffic accidents already...
Don't worry if you don't read Spanish the picture in this article says it all
Don't worry if you don't read Spanish the picture in this article says it all
Monday, October 26, 2009
I'm Sleepy!
I have had the hardest time getting out of bed for the past couple weeks!! I keep almost thinking that I'm coming down with something, but then once I'm up and running I am OK.
So... it occurs to me that it might be the weather here. At first I thought, well that doesn't make much sense because I've been living here for over 3 years now, so why now all of the sudden would I start having those problems?
But here's my theory. (Of course no blog post is complete without a theory, right?) I think that during the past few years, the dark mornings didn't bother me because I was in grad school and therefore could wake up more or less whenever. I think I'm fine with a reduced amount of daylight, as long as I don't have to consistently wake up in the dark. But now that I have a 'real' job and I have to get my butt out of bed at 7:30am every day, it is so rough.
Luckily I'll be heading to Hawaii for 2 weeks for my luna de miel , so I will get lots of sun, sand, and surf!! Can't wait!!!
So... it occurs to me that it might be the weather here. At first I thought, well that doesn't make much sense because I've been living here for over 3 years now, so why now all of the sudden would I start having those problems?
But here's my theory. (Of course no blog post is complete without a theory, right?) I think that during the past few years, the dark mornings didn't bother me because I was in grad school and therefore could wake up more or less whenever. I think I'm fine with a reduced amount of daylight, as long as I don't have to consistently wake up in the dark. But now that I have a 'real' job and I have to get my butt out of bed at 7:30am every day, it is so rough.
Luckily I'll be heading to Hawaii for 2 weeks for my luna de miel , so I will get lots of sun, sand, and surf!! Can't wait!!!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Desperate Salespeople
Well, I don't know if the economy is recovering or not (mostly because I don't go to Chipotle very often anymore so I can't use the Chipotle-line-test to gauge growth/contraction) but I do know one thing. I am so glad I'm not in sales right now!
When I started my current job, I learned that there are many fascinating things about being a receptionist. For example, one aspect of the job is to protect your boss from people who want to waste his/her time. The first time two guys in suits walked in and wanted to talk to my boss, I thought "OMG they're with the FBI." I went in the back and had a conversation something like this:
Me: "There are 2 guys here who want to see you."
Boss: "Well, who are they?"
Me: "I don't know. But they're wearing suits."
Boss: "Of course I'm not going to see them. Tell them to go away."
I politely told the suits that my boss was not in, and they tried to chat with me about what phone system we used (I think I told them that my phone is black with lots of buttons... how's that for being helpful?!) and then they left their business card. Voila, my first experience shoo-ing away salespeople.
Nowadays, I just laugh (inside, only!) when someone wants to talk to my boss. Let's just say my boss's name is Bob. Yesterday a lady called and said "Bob please" when I answered. Ummm.... really? Is that how that works? Like, can I call Microsoft and say "Bill please" in a crabby tone of voice and expect to be transferred to him? Cause that'd be cool.
The most desperate of all the salespeople in my opinion are the ones selling copier services. We've had probably half a dozen people offer to buy out the rest of our lease on our Xerox equipment. These poor people! I feel bad for them.
In happier news, the Chipotle near my house will soon open, at which time I can resume my economic analysis.
When I started my current job, I learned that there are many fascinating things about being a receptionist. For example, one aspect of the job is to protect your boss from people who want to waste his/her time. The first time two guys in suits walked in and wanted to talk to my boss, I thought "OMG they're with the FBI." I went in the back and had a conversation something like this:
Me: "There are 2 guys here who want to see you."
Boss: "Well, who are they?"
Me: "I don't know. But they're wearing suits."
Boss: "Of course I'm not going to see them. Tell them to go away."
I politely told the suits that my boss was not in, and they tried to chat with me about what phone system we used (I think I told them that my phone is black with lots of buttons... how's that for being helpful?!) and then they left their business card. Voila, my first experience shoo-ing away salespeople.
Nowadays, I just laugh (inside, only!) when someone wants to talk to my boss. Let's just say my boss's name is Bob. Yesterday a lady called and said "Bob please" when I answered. Ummm.... really? Is that how that works? Like, can I call Microsoft and say "Bill please" in a crabby tone of voice and expect to be transferred to him? Cause that'd be cool.
The most desperate of all the salespeople in my opinion are the ones selling copier services. We've had probably half a dozen people offer to buy out the rest of our lease on our Xerox equipment. These poor people! I feel bad for them.
In happier news, the Chipotle near my house will soon open, at which time I can resume my economic analysis.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Amy is Welcomed Back to Seattle by Professional Dryers
Yesterday at about 2pm I returned home from my long weekend trip to Tucson. I was excited to have the rest of the afternoon off to get some errands done and see a couple friends. But of course before starting the errands I had to go to the bathroom, and what do I hear? The sound of dripping water.
I called our building manager and the poor guy probably had to go into a dozen units before finding the source of the leak... a toilet overflow 3 stories above us. Supposedly their insurance will cover us. I have my fingers crossed on that because if not, I can only imagine how much this will cost:
I called our building manager and the poor guy probably had to go into a dozen units before finding the source of the leak... a toilet overflow 3 stories above us. Supposedly their insurance will cover us. I have my fingers crossed on that because if not, I can only imagine how much this will cost:
Monday, October 5, 2009
Lending Club Update #9
Check it out! I am quoted in The Oregonian!
(That's a newspaper in Oregon - our beautiful anti-self-gas-pumping neighbor to the south.)
(That's a newspaper in Oregon - our beautiful anti-self-gas-pumping neighbor to the south.)
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Oregon Trail
I should be going to bed right now but I'm totally worked up because I'm telling Sean about how no one at my work today had heard of the Oregon Trail computer game. Someone made a joke about someone having cholora (no one really has cholora... just a dark-humor joke!) and I laughed and said something like "Ha ha, Jane has cholora. It's just like the Oregon Trail." And everyone was like, "what are you talking about?"
I can't get over this. It's like saying "Who's Michael Jackson?" or "Who's the pope?" or "what's apple pie?" It just doesn't make any sense!!!!
I have a serious concern here. All of the people at work were older than me, so maybe they can be excused somehow, but does anyone born in 1980 or later not know what Oregon Trail is? Also anyone who has kids born in 1980 or later must know what it is. Only some weird pocket of childless people in their late 30s and 40s, or people from foreign countries don't know what it is.
For those of you real Americans out there, Wikipedia has a nice treatment of the Oregon Trail. Just the picture brings back such memories!! The hunting - oh, the agony when you finally kill that bison and then realize that you can only bring back 100 pounds to your wagon!! And the debate over how to cross the river! Of course you never have money for the ferry so do you risk walking across or do you caulk your wagon and try to float it? Back me up here guys! :)
I can't get over this. It's like saying "Who's Michael Jackson?" or "Who's the pope?" or "what's apple pie?" It just doesn't make any sense!!!!
I have a serious concern here. All of the people at work were older than me, so maybe they can be excused somehow, but does anyone born in 1980 or later not know what Oregon Trail is? Also anyone who has kids born in 1980 or later must know what it is. Only some weird pocket of childless people in their late 30s and 40s, or people from foreign countries don't know what it is.
For those of you real Americans out there, Wikipedia has a nice treatment of the Oregon Trail. Just the picture brings back such memories!! The hunting - oh, the agony when you finally kill that bison and then realize that you can only bring back 100 pounds to your wagon!! And the debate over how to cross the river! Of course you never have money for the ferry so do you risk walking across or do you caulk your wagon and try to float it? Back me up here guys! :)
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