Stratford Hall

I need to get the word out. I've have put up with too much. My firm has been trying to get Christmas cards sent out, you know, before Christmas, and Statford Hall, the company we ordered them from has given us nothing but grief. They were slow with our order, so after many emails we discovered they needed confirmation. So we gave them an email confirmation and they sent us one back saying they recieved it and our order would be able to be printed and would get here on Tuesday. Then Monday, we checked the progress, and they hadn't even started printing yet because they hadn't recieved confirmation. So we got the office manager to take care of it for us after sending them everything they had already sent us. She got them to promise that they'd be ready in 48 hours and get to us by Thursday.

We found out yesterday that they were printed and on there way, so yes, they would be here Thursday, today, in the morning. Well, here it is noon and no cards. So we called again and they were received at 9 this morning by someone, but definitely not us. So after all this grief they can't even get our address right. And now we have to track down these cards so we can get them out by Friday. But when they get here it's not like we can just stuff envelopes and send them out, we have to get the attorney's to sign them first. That's 1,000 cards.

So don't ever purchase anything from Startford Hall. And don't let your friends either. Let's boycott, people, please!

Regrets

Have you ever just wanted to do something over? If you're like me, it's all the time. Anyway, we had a work party last night and I just wasn't my usual socially charming self. I don't know why. I was a little nervous, a little lost being there by myself, and overly eager. Isn't it strange how the more you want to impress people the less you do. Well I didn't really relax, and said some stupid stuff. Not really insulting, I hope, but just stupid. I was going for charming and I ended up looking like a goof and a spaz. Which is a shame since I was hoping to be able to hang out with some of the people outside of work. But that might not happen. My husband normally reigns in my subconscious desire to freak people out, but he was gone, and I didn't do so good on my own. Let's redo this one . . . please. Some of these people could fire me and all of them I still have to work with. Why do we even have work parties? At least the food was good.

iPOD ranting

You know how when you were walking down the street a few years ago the only people wearing headphones were people out jogging or exercising, and now everyone wears them . . . yeah that's annoying.

I really don't like iPODs. And those Blue Tooth cell phone head sets either for that matter. What's wrong with using walking time to be able to think. I think we're afraid of reflection. Heaven forbid we should know any more about ourselves. We live in a world were you can live without any human contact--we text message on phones more than actually hearing someone's voice, which is the closest to human contact we get some days, we have instant messagers that let us survive relationships with roommates because we don't actually have to talk to them, and we can do all our shopping online, which cuts out the brief contact with clerks in stores--and yet, with all this time we spend "alone", we are not really alone because will fill that emptiness with so much noise that we can't think. What are we so afraid of?

And we we are at home and not surfing the web, there's always TV because books require too much brain power. We have to imagine scenarios and we might actually relate to a character that could give us insight into ourselves.

Now, lets be honest, though I'm not a hypocrite with the iPODs (I don't own one), I do watch TV, probably more than I should. But I read a novel a week on average, so I don't feel unentitled to my little rant. Thanks for reading.

Mouse Problems

So there's mice in my house. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but they're mostly in the basement. They have come up to the main floor a few times, but when my husband had to scare one away that got too close to us while we were watching tv, that's when I decided that getting a cat might not be a bad idea. True, both of us would prefer to get a dog, but a cat will be good with us not being home like ever. It won't hate us, and will appreciate it's independence and house-ownership.

But it just gets worse . . . the other day, I came home went to get some dinner, opened the silverware drawer to get a fork, and noticed that the chopsticks and toothpicks that I keep in there were shreaded and splintered. Then, I noticed the mouse droppings in my measuring spoons. Gross!! So a mouse with a taste for wood apparently found a way to climb into the top drawer right below the counter and eat and poop! Needless to say, we thoroughly washed everything in the drawer, threw out the wood, and cleaned it. But we are getting a cat before Christmas. An orange cat named Guido.