Tuesday, April 13, 2010


So, I have to share this story about my friend, Ashley. Normally, I wouldn't want to share her name without her permission for the story, but seeing as I have about 25 friends named Ashley, I figure it's safe. :)

Now Ashley is beautiful, intelligent, and one of the sweetest, kindest people you could ever hope to meet. She is currently single, as she waits for the one God has for her.

However, her brother decided to help her with her single state. Tells her he has someone she should go on a date with. He tells her good things about this guy. Says they will have a good time, and that he lives a clean lifestyle. So, she figures "Why not?" and agrees to let her brother play matchmaker.

After agreeing to go out with him, she finds out that he has FOUR children!!!!!! FOUR!!!! She is 23 years old, not 33 years old, so this is quite a few children! She also finds out his nickname is Buck, which is kinda funny, but not as shocking as the 4 children.

So by this point, she's thinking she doesn't want to go out with him. But she doesn't really want to back out. Well, this morning she got a text that will prevent her from having to back out. The police are helping her with that. Yes, the police. Her brother sent her a text saying "This was a bad idea. Buck was arrested last night, and we don't know why!"

Being the ever helpful friend I am, I looked up all sorts of information on prison weddings for her and sent them to her. Somehow, some of the links may have even ended up on her facebook wall. I don't know how that happened. ;)

Then she decided to look on the county website and see if she could find his mug shot. She was successful. It's tempting to post it here, but I'll refrain. Then I decided I would do like Andy in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and make composites of what Ashley and Buck's children would look like. But if I posted them, she might just kill me. I still will do it later and send them to her.

I laughed SO HARD!


So, yesterday at work was a terribly stressful day. It was one of those days that just kept getting worse and worse as it progressed. The type of day that is found primarily during tax season, but then other non-tax issues are added to its wretchedness.

After an extremely stressful morning and afternoon, at around 4:30, I was trying to get an answer from a certain insurance company, and the guy was making NO SENSE! This was making me more and more frustrated. Usually, I am able to continue being nice to the customer service reps even when they're being idiots, but I was having trouble yesterday! I didn't yell. I didn't raise my voice. But, as the guy told me he couldn't do something their company has done approximately 10,000 times since I've worked here (6 months) I was getting upset. It was running a report for me, not breaking any procedures, making exceptions, etc. As I'm being not-very-nice to the guy and saying things like "I'm speechless. The new customer service policy is so ridiculous that I don't even know what to say" along with "Why would you change your policy to something that is the complete opposite of what it has always been?" and "I really don't understand why something that is so simple is now so complicated. You're telling me there is NO WAY for you to find out the values in the client's accounts and give them to me?" my co-worker leans out of his office and whispers "Is that (fill in the name of a certain insurance company)?" I nod. "Hang up. You called the wrong number!!!"

Yes, I had called the wrong number. Once I got off the phone with the guy, who I think was so confused, my co-worker said "Didn't you hear me call them a few minutes ago?" I sort of had, but it didn't really register. "Yeah, I did the same thing. Got all upset then realized they switched departments and you have to select another option. The guy you were just talking to has NO idea what you were talking about."

Quite embarrassed, I call again, press the correct option and had what I needed a mere 3 minutes later. But now, I'm afraid to call that company at all.

I guess restraint is a good thing....

Thursday, April 1, 2010

My mind is a scary place at times.....

My mind is a truly scary place at times.

Case in point, I was teaching a piano lesson this afternoon. Out of nowhere, I thought "Hmmm.... you would need different fingering if you had 6 fingers. I wonder what the best way to play F scale with 6 fingers would be." Then, my mind immediately flashed to

And he was saying, to the man with 6 fingers "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

For this to flash through my mind took about 3 seconds. I almost laughed out loud. Then I realized that my student may have noticed that. And may, in fact, have thought I was laughing at her inability to play F scale at that moment.

So I explained.

Puzzled silence followed. After that, laughter. Can't say I was surprised. She found the whole thing quite amusing. Or was laughing because that appeases crazy people. Who knows?