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!”?
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.
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.
The crowd: a group of newly minted 7th graders sitting on the bleachers.
The time: first day of gym class in the big pond known as junior high.
The main actor: the gym teacher.
Gym teacher: (paraphrase) Listen, you aren’t in grade school anymore. You’re getting older. You have to start taking care of yourself. You have to shower after each gym class. (verbatim) Because the only one who can’t smell your body odor is…you.
On Monday (seems like a year ago) I shared my secret childhood career goal. Actually, I shared two.
Today I will share my adult career goal. It also contains a warning or a word of wisdom to the younger generation.
My dream job would to be a part of the Mythbuster family. How cool would that be? Show up to work and try to debunk modern myths? Coolest. Job. Ever.
There’s just one small problem. One little hiccup in the get-up. I stink at science. This leads to the word of wisdom to you young-uns: Science can lead to cool careers. Pay attention in school. Learn stuff. The boring stuff. The stuff you don’t think will come in handy later. It does. And it pays better than (oh say) data entry jobs where you are stuck in front of a computer all day while your soul is sucked out bit by bit into the monitor. Just sayin.
It’s kinda too late for me. If I had a job at Mythbusters I could smile and nod at the explanation. But when they start describing how they are going to test the theory, well, that’s where I get a bit lost. I still could smile and nod, mind you, but that’s about it. In other words, if Mythbusters decided to hire me today I’d be nothing more than eye candy. A smile. A nod. And I’d be impressed with every trick they pulled out from their sleeve.
So, if they are looking for a Vanna – I’m that girl. If they are looking for a smarty pants to actually explain science stuff – eh. Guess it will be me and data entry for the rest of my life.
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