Beware ebay

My mother has recently discovered the joy of ebaying.  Each day I come home expecting there to be a ginormous box of something my mother purchased from the online auction site.  Usually, the boxes contain statues or dolls from various European designers/companies, and I am continuously berated and deemed an ignoramus for not knowing what a Hummel/Goebel doll is.  So sue me.

 The other day my sister came over, and I went through the house showing her the numerous new editions to my mom’s collection.  We stopped by the fireplace, and I noticed something that I hadn’t seen before.  It was a porcelain container on a small stand with with a lid.  The handles of the lid were anchored by small porcelain angels. 

My sister prompty screamed in horror and said, “Oh my god, it’s an urn!”

Short but sweet

I think I sprained my foot.

Yesterday, as I walking down the stairs of the house where I’ve lived for almost 20 years, I slipped and almost rolled most ungraciously the rest of the way down the stairs. Somehow during the fall, the last three toes of my right foot were bent in such a way as to cause me immense pain. DAMMIT. I rubbed my foot and went to bed thinking the pain would eventually go away.

No such luck. Why me?

Professional doofus

Somehow, I ended up with the task of screening potential interview candidates for our department over the phone and scheduling interviews with them. I don’t know how this happened since I have no experience in that line of work whatsoever and it seems to me that there could be some very heavy legal ramifications if I slip up (I’m constantly pestering the people in the recruiting/HR department with questions in order to ensure that I don’t say or do something that will give someone cause to sue us.), but there it is.

Anyway, I don’t think I do such a great job on this task in terms of seeming professional — what with the total lack of experience and all. I stammer a bit and say, “Um” quite a bit, but I think in general I do an OK job.

Today, however, I hit an all-time low. I called a candidate to schedule an interview with her, and as I was waiting for her to pick up, I was struck by sudden bout of hiccups. I was about to hang up when she answered the phone. For a brief, panicked moment, I thought of hanging up, but I had called her cell phone, which meant she probably had caller ID. I debated whether it would be more unprofessional to hang up on a caller or to try to talk to someone while hiccuping, but decided to try to soldier through.

I made the wrong choice. Thank goodness it was a rather brief conversation. I had to apologize profusely for my hiccuping, and it was all in all, quite an embarassing phone call. My hiccups were bad and my attempts to control them only made them come out as high-pitched squeaking noises. Next time, I’m hanging up and making up an excuse if the person happens to call back. I really can’t think of a more inopportune time for hiccups to strike. And, of course, as soon as I got off the phone with her, they stopped.

Oh and she’s coming in tomorrow for a face-to-face interview.

WTF

I ordered some CDs on Amazon (am I the only person who still buys CDs? Probably.), and I was eagerly anticipating their arrival all week. The shipping guy delivered them to me today at my desk and I was soooo excited. Unfortunately, he delivered the package right before lunch and I had to wait until after lunch to open them.

I got back to my desk — quite anxious, mind you — checked my email, and found a slew of emails. Doh. After dispatching those suckers, I finally sat down to try to open my CDs. I got one open but it was an EP, so there weren’t very many songs on it. After again being distracted by guests and whatnot and having to listen to the same songs repeat about 6 times since I was unable to change the CD on my computer, I finally tried to open the other CD I wanted to listen to.

Now, I simply cannot understand why they shrink wrap CDs and DVDs in such an impossibly difficult-to-open manner.  I mean, really, I have clawed futiley at enough CDs and DVDs to know that there MUST be a better way!! Maybe I should write a letter …

Anway, after much clawing, careful use of scissors, and venting of my frustration to Grace, I finally got the damn thing unwrapped …

… only to discover that CD case was fucking cracked. WTF man! WTF?!?!?!?!??!!! The worst part is that I don’t know if it came like that, or if in my eager efforts to open the damn thing, I somehow managed to crack the case.

AAARGH!

Stupid

I am stupid.  This is why I can never succeed in life.  I just spent a good 30 minutes (if not more), listing all the email addresses for the people in my group at work for someone in another department.  I just realized there is a feature that allows me to email everyone in my group, effectively listing all the emails in the “To” box in Outlook for me.

Why didn’t I notice this feature until after I had emailed my self-compiled list out?  Because I am one dumb mofo.