I wanted a snack. Preferably a sweet treat. This is odd for me, I rarely crave anything sweet. But every once in awhile I do. Sometimes, not very often, I even get a hankering for chocolate. But this night, I just wanted to satisfy my sweet tooth.
The problem: I don’t stock up on goodies because I don’t eat them fast enough.
Last summer I posted a blog about my possessed Toyota. It’s called Trevor Christine if you need to catch up. It occurred to me that some people may doubt the validity of my story. So I decided to prove it. The proof quest took some time because, well, I kept forgetting to document the odd behavior until I was driving. Or maybe Trevor Christine knew what I was up to and foiled my attempts? Hmmm. Continue reading
Every single Monday
should be a holiday.
Then nobody
would dread a Monday.
Of course,
the evil day
would then be
those darn Tuesdays.
Coworkers
would ask you –
is it a case
of the Tuesday blues?
And I’m sure
we would get greedy –
four days off
sound better than just three.
So why not
include Friday?
Yeah, the weekend will be
Friday through Monday.
And Tuesdays
will have the Tuesday blues.
A three day work schedule
for me – how about you?
And that my friend
is why every Monday
cannot always be
a blessed holiday.
© 2013 ck’s days
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I’m not into the Olympics. This will become painfully obvious the more you read this post.
I’m barely aware of the fact the Winter Olympics will soon start in Russia. I’ll become aware of it when the games start to preempt my television shows.
So when NyQuil started running commercials featuring Ted Ligety I giggled.
When did the Olympics begin allowing Dr. Seuss characters to compete? How many times will announcers say something such as “Ligety lickety-split!”? Or “Ligety – lookity him go!”?
Surely, it’s not just me.
It’s probably just me, isnt’ it?
Sometimes ignorance provides the most fun.
On November 17, I received a different calling in church. Callings are responsibilities and assignments. It’s our opportunity to serve in church. I found out about the change on October 25 – right before I left town for the weekend. It was a long drive to Manti. To eliminate gossip I couldn’t tell anyone the news quite yet. And I didn’t. It about killed me. Okay, not really. Just being dramatic.
I’m not a good secret keeper and if anyone paid attention to my Facebook fan page they would have known the secret.
First, I served in my old calling for 4.5 years. I’m a little disappointed I didn’t make a full 5 years. This was the first inclination change was a coming for little old me. I felt sad to leave my girls.
I told you I’m dramatic.
As I waited for it all to become official, I had many mixed emotions. Sad to be leaving. Excited to be starting. Nervous to be doing. That kind of thing.
That’s when I reshared this gem. To be honest though, I’ve shared this one before so this may have been overlooked as a secret slip.
That has been my theme song. You know, in a religious sense. I felt I had done all I could do. There was nothing more to give. I could detect some backsliding happening. For the benefit of the young women, it was time for me to move on.
So, my last post reflected the future. The unknown. What soon approached.
Okay, not all of this song applies to me. I kind of had to change it to “Journey coming to pass” to make it a little more applicable. But that first line kept ringing through my head. I needed courage. I still need courage because I’m not a very courageous person.
So, I’m not the best secret keeper. Luckily nobody cracked my sophisticated code.
It started with this commercial:
played ad nauseam. Until finally I noticed and thought, “Hmm, a stuffed nacho? That sounds kinda good. I think I want to try it.”
Only $1.29? I can afford to share the deliciousness.
Attempt number one. I pulled up to the drive thru window and ordered.
“I’m sorry,” came the reply, “we are all out of our ingredients to make this until tomorrow.” This occurred about 4:00pm.
Fine. I backed out. I really wanted a Stuft Nacho so I’d be back. And I didn’t want to suffer TBS (Taco Bell Syndrome) twice. Plus, I’m too smart to fall for the old bait and switch. I went to Taco Time instead and spent $15 for dinner.
Attempt number two happened two days later at five pm with the same results. Luckily, I was able to back out again. I spent another $15 at Wendy’s for dinner.
This quest for the $1.29 nacho was going to bankrupt me.
How does a place that makes tacos run out of ingredients during suppertime? The nachos are made of meat, cheese, and all the stuff that should be found in a place with the word taco in the title. How does a place like that run out of ingredients for its main industry?
I went to work lamenting my situation. A co-worker took pity on me and stopped at Taco Bell while she was at lunch at 11:00am. And? And? Success on attempt number three.
How was it? Very good. Tasty. I’d order another one but it’s really too much of a hassle. Besides that, I’m broke.
Do I recommend it? Sure. If you can get one.
Have you seen the Domino’s commercial demonstrating the travails of phone ordering?
Hmm. Is it really that complicated to order a pizza via phone? Are these the same people that have a hard time figuring out blankets?
I think so.
The last time I ordered a pizza online I paid extra. Being the fiscally retentive soul that I am, that turned me off from online ordering. So, I went back to using the old fashioned phone. Plus, using the phone is quicker unless I’m willing to download an app to my phone to make ordering quick and convenient. I’m not.
Then the commercials started.
Last month, I tried ordering a pizza and was told there would be an hour-and-a-half wait. Yuck. Disconnect.
I ordered a pizza today. The employee put me on hold first off. I waited. He got back on the phone and thanked me for waiting in a most insincere voice. I’m going to call this employee Rudy McRudster because he was not pleasant to speak to. Rudy took my order. I had a hard time hearing him. It all seemed… planned. As if Domino’s is purposely sabotaging the phone experience to force us to use their online service.
By the way, I ordered the best pizza ever invented. Thin crust, extra sauce, jalapenos and mushroom. Yummm.
To be fair, when all was said and done, er, eaten, I checked online. The price would have been similar to what I paid by ordering over the phone.
But is it really that complicated to use the phone? Are we really wanting an interaction-less society? I see us as heading toward becoming a totally socially inept society. The next thing you’re going to tell me is we won’t need servers worth $15 an hour working at fast food joints. It will all be automated.
http://jobs.aol.com/articles/2013/07/17/robots-fast-food-jobs/
Oh.
I finally realize
that I can’t believe my eyes
when I’m looking in the mirror
the image ain’t always clearer.
ck's days 