Mar. 1st, 2007
Call hold hell
Mar. 1st, 2007 09:37 amI have been on hold with my soon to be ex-mortgage company for twenty minutes now.
I don't care how many times they tell me how important my call is to them. It isn't true because I'm no longer a customer. And the more the recording says it, the less I believe it. Instead, it only increases my urge to disembowel with a dull spork the hapless customer service person who eventually picks up the phone.
*Stabstabstabbitystab*
Oh my god. Now they just managed to cut off the phone call.
I don't care how many times they tell me how important my call is to them. It isn't true because I'm no longer a customer. And the more the recording says it, the less I believe it. Instead, it only increases my urge to disembowel with a dull spork the hapless customer service person who eventually picks up the phone.
*Stabstabstabbitystab*
Oh my god. Now they just managed to cut off the phone call.
This is something that
kijjohnson did last week and I liked it and want to try it, too. She did it because she was feeling a little isolated. As for me, I'm feeling a bit too self-absorbed, and I'd like to shake myself out of that.
Tell me something, some little detail of life lately. Lurkers, too.
Tell me something, some little detail of life lately. Lurkers, too.
The taste of pesto
Mar. 1st, 2007 08:07 pmcoming in and shedding coat boots gloves
reddened cheeks runny nose
chunks of snow melting into puddles on the kitchen floor
it is pleasant
to pull the pesto from the freezer
put up in the summertime
two minutes in the microwave
pour it over pasta
and there it is immediately
garlic and basil and olive oil and parmesan
the sun hot on the shoulders
the smell of vine-ripened tomatoes
the red of the geraniums spilling over the white edge of the planter
warm earth curling between bare toes
the humming of bees over the coneflowers