So, my company just moved to a new location and I'm now sitting next to someone who's in high demand. My job involves being on the phone much of my day with clients. She knows this. Why does she insist on holding these impromptu meetings at her desk and the overflow of folks congregate at MY desk. They're laughing and talking and reaching behind me to drop their trash in my garbage can. I've given him the "stink eye" once already. Now his coffee cup is sitting on my desk. How dare he invade my personal space.
I also have an issue with people who ask me questions or attempt to talk to me when they see me on the phone. How hard is it to observe a person in conversation, then walk away? Why would you just hang around and mouth a silent conversation with me while I'm on the phone, just to accommodate your own needs? These people don't even interrupt with a courteous "excuse me". They just go into mouthing and the hand jiving as if they're remaking a silent movie. At least Charlie Chan was funny when he did it. These folks are just annoying. I have an open door policy but they are really testing my patience.
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Monday, April 18, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Relaxing Vacation...NOT
This weekend I went to Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, just to get away and relax. I had been looking forward to this for some time now as I hadn't been on vacation since September and was in need of a short break. We'd reserved a one bedroom villa, which included a jucuzzi tub, fireplace, and a full kitchen. It was going to be sweet.
Famous. Last. Words.
Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and saw the bed. Right there! Next to a window, no less. And this window, it faces directly onto the walkway outside our door. The bedding, floral. Upon walking down the hall, I come upon the living room and "full kitchen". And by full kitchen, I mean microwave, mini bar, and sink. That beautiful fireplace, yeah, it's not working.
I immediately get on the phone to call the front desk who can't help because I didn't book through them. But while trying to get a new room, I realize that I'm having a hard time hearing the front desk agent. The kids both above and next to my room, have been dialed up to ten and the knob has been broken.
I always thought I was so fortunate not to have kids. I could come and go as I pleased. I didn't have to share. I could watch R rated movies whenever I liked. However, if I'd had kids, I would've realized that spring break season had started.
I was able to get the front desk to move me to a different room after 45 minutes of complaining and having them tell me that nothing else was available. And for what it's worth, I could have stayed in the original room since the noise level was basically the same. The room was just more modern.
I normally check hotel reviews at tripadvisor.com before booking any hotel room. I don't consider the good reviews, I always check the negative ones. Those are the ones that matter. Had I checked, I would have seen the review stating that the walls are paper thin. I also would have seen that several people had been duped by the description of the room. They didn't get what they were promised via the resorts website. I also would have seen the reviw posted last week referring to the noisy teens who were there for spring break.
I understand this is there time to cut loose and be free and have fun. However, at 2:00AM? Really?! Is it asking too much of the parents to still extend common courtesy to their neighbors and have the kids keep it down? How about the running in the halls at 11:00PM? Is that OK? I don't believe so. What happened to "inside voices"? I'm starting to believe that "inside voices" are urban legend. Did they ever exist? Or common courtesy for that matter.
I'm now in need of a vacation, from my mini vacation.
Famous. Last. Words.
Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and saw the bed. Right there! Next to a window, no less. And this window, it faces directly onto the walkway outside our door. The bedding, floral. Upon walking down the hall, I come upon the living room and "full kitchen". And by full kitchen, I mean microwave, mini bar, and sink. That beautiful fireplace, yeah, it's not working.
I immediately get on the phone to call the front desk who can't help because I didn't book through them. But while trying to get a new room, I realize that I'm having a hard time hearing the front desk agent. The kids both above and next to my room, have been dialed up to ten and the knob has been broken.
I always thought I was so fortunate not to have kids. I could come and go as I pleased. I didn't have to share. I could watch R rated movies whenever I liked. However, if I'd had kids, I would've realized that spring break season had started.
I was able to get the front desk to move me to a different room after 45 minutes of complaining and having them tell me that nothing else was available. And for what it's worth, I could have stayed in the original room since the noise level was basically the same. The room was just more modern.
I normally check hotel reviews at tripadvisor.com before booking any hotel room. I don't consider the good reviews, I always check the negative ones. Those are the ones that matter. Had I checked, I would have seen the review stating that the walls are paper thin. I also would have seen that several people had been duped by the description of the room. They didn't get what they were promised via the resorts website. I also would have seen the reviw posted last week referring to the noisy teens who were there for spring break.
I understand this is there time to cut loose and be free and have fun. However, at 2:00AM? Really?! Is it asking too much of the parents to still extend common courtesy to their neighbors and have the kids keep it down? How about the running in the halls at 11:00PM? Is that OK? I don't believe so. What happened to "inside voices"? I'm starting to believe that "inside voices" are urban legend. Did they ever exist? Or common courtesy for that matter.
I'm now in need of a vacation, from my mini vacation.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
My comments on other blogs
I've commented on DLECHER's blog.
http://dlechnar.blogspot.com/2011/02/student-blog-comment.html#comments
and Jacki J's blog.
http://jackijohnson.blogspot.com/2011/02/commenting-on-fellow-classmates.html
http://dlechnar.blogspot.com/2011/02/student-blog-comment.html#comments
and Jacki J's blog.
http://jackijohnson.blogspot.com/2011/02/commenting-on-fellow-classmates.html
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Thank you for your...inconsideration
Is it just me or are people becoming increasingly rude and inconsiderate? I ride the train to and from work every day and have witnessed this.
First, there are the smokers. I believe the mind of a smoker tells them to walk just fast enough so that the nonsmoker behind them can't pass him/her. This same mind has a smoker blocking the entry to the Walgreens Pharmacy that I'm entering to get my asthma medication. Might you let me get over my asthma before allowing me the courtesy of contacting emphysema? Should my lungs collapse, I’d like for it to be from some new disease, not from an old hand-me-down, like secondhand smoke!
And lets hear it for those other inconsiderate folks who, unlike my four-year-old niece, like to cough without covering their mouths. Isn’t this learned the first week in preschool, along with the color blue? While the swine flu may leave a great taste in your mouth, how about you keep it there.
And don’t think the people changing lanes without signaling are off the hook. You do realize that you paid for the signal when you purchased the car, right? You won’t be charged for each instance of signal usage. So go ahead, get your money’s worth. Use it even if you’re not changing lanes. Just use it.
I just don't understand people who don't grasp or practice common courtesy or use common since. How about I walk ahead of a smoker, all the while spraying a can of Raid insect spray (the one for outdoor use), as if it was Chanel No.5? (And yes, I seriously consider this Every. Single. Day.).
I so want to like you, but you're making it hard for me.
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