Everyone feels the need to yell at me these days. I just don't get it. So, I just started yelling back.
Situation 1: The gym
I discover I was being double charged by my gym. I call and inquire about this. Two years ago, I signed up at one branch of the gym, but I actually work out at another branch that is closer to work. The original branch just became independent and appeared to be charging me. The gym manager was going to talk to them and figure this out.
I get a call out of the blue from a woman at the independent gym. She was a very Texas woman. She wanted to know what my issue was. I belonged to their gym. I said no, I joined there but I really didn't want to go to that branch. She just went off on me about this that and the other. Finally, I just stopped her. I just said "look your upsetting me. All I want is for someone to stop double charging me. I don't want to go to your gym. Deal with it."
Situation 2: Turbo Tax
When I completed my tax return this year, I paid extra for Turbo Tax to review my return. I was supposed to get a professional review. I paid for it because I had noticed an issue with it last year, counting my contribution to my HSA as taxable income. I specifically asked them to review this.
The response I got, Turbo Tax is calculating this correctly.
So, I email and request a refund. This morning I get a call from a very gruff man in New York. He just starts going off on me. When I start to explain how his report does not walk me through anything, he interrupts me. I go off on how he is being incredibly rude. Next thing I know he is hanging up the phone on me and saying he will send me my refund.
I was in shock. If someone starts talking over me and doesn't listen to me, I'm going to go off on them about their rudeness. I'm not going to fight someone who doesn't listen to a word I say. I'm going to call them out. I guess they have no time for that.
Ug. Rude people.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Life Update
I used to be so good about blogging everyday, but I fear the intense need I used to have to write a book based on my ramblings has subsided.
But, if anyone wants to use the great idea I used to have for a book, your more then welcome to. I wanted to call it Regina and have it be a book of short stories that all relate in some way to the this girl who plays Freddie Mercury in a traveling Queen cover band. Each chapter would be titled the name of a city the group stops in for the night.
Just a thought.
Anyway, it took me over a week to recuperate from Vietnam and my last minute work trip to Minneapolis. I had a wonderful night with Jane and her family there. I can't believe how adorable her daughter is. And such a good girl. I had one of those life moments where I sat back and thought, maybe I am a breeder.
And then it was back to real life this week. I showed up for running class on Monday. I was feeling ok. I think I had been back on a normal sleep schedule for a day and the mini cold I had had over the weekend seemed to have dissapated. We started running and I was ok. By 25 minutes into it, I just wanted to hurt someone. I made the three miles we had scheduled to run, but my coach had to run beside me and talk me through the last block. It was not pretty.
To push myself, I signed up for a 5k at the end of the month, the Butterfly Boogie. I think I might try to sign up for a 5k a month, in order to have some sort of self directed goals set up.
Anyway, I was supposed to run Wednesday night with Elizabeth, but it was raining. I know you can still run in the rain, but I personally am not into it when its 37 degrees outside. Elizabeth was still gung ho about doing it, but she called me from the office. She had forgot to bring pants. Damn! We had to meet for dinner instead.
It was a night at Victor Tangos. That place still isn't busy and the ahi tuna nachos and deep fried green beans with wasabi aoli are my current craving. I heard its awful on a Saturday night, but I don't really do Knox/Henderson on a Saturday night.
And then last night was class again. We met at the Cooper Center for a fitness lecture. My coach didn't show. So we were lumped into another training group with this older male coach. He said we would be running an easy 25 minutes. My version of easy is a 12:30 mile. I'm just a baby runner you know. He was having us run 10:50. Obviously people have different definitions of easy...
And then there was the usual family drama this week. I have a large family and the phone tree can take hours to get through. I had one of those life moments where I sat back and thought, maybe I don't really want to pass on my genetic code.
But, if anyone wants to use the great idea I used to have for a book, your more then welcome to. I wanted to call it Regina and have it be a book of short stories that all relate in some way to the this girl who plays Freddie Mercury in a traveling Queen cover band. Each chapter would be titled the name of a city the group stops in for the night.
Just a thought.
Anyway, it took me over a week to recuperate from Vietnam and my last minute work trip to Minneapolis. I had a wonderful night with Jane and her family there. I can't believe how adorable her daughter is. And such a good girl. I had one of those life moments where I sat back and thought, maybe I am a breeder.
And then it was back to real life this week. I showed up for running class on Monday. I was feeling ok. I think I had been back on a normal sleep schedule for a day and the mini cold I had had over the weekend seemed to have dissapated. We started running and I was ok. By 25 minutes into it, I just wanted to hurt someone. I made the three miles we had scheduled to run, but my coach had to run beside me and talk me through the last block. It was not pretty.
To push myself, I signed up for a 5k at the end of the month, the Butterfly Boogie. I think I might try to sign up for a 5k a month, in order to have some sort of self directed goals set up.
Anyway, I was supposed to run Wednesday night with Elizabeth, but it was raining. I know you can still run in the rain, but I personally am not into it when its 37 degrees outside. Elizabeth was still gung ho about doing it, but she called me from the office. She had forgot to bring pants. Damn! We had to meet for dinner instead.
It was a night at Victor Tangos. That place still isn't busy and the ahi tuna nachos and deep fried green beans with wasabi aoli are my current craving. I heard its awful on a Saturday night, but I don't really do Knox/Henderson on a Saturday night.
And then last night was class again. We met at the Cooper Center for a fitness lecture. My coach didn't show. So we were lumped into another training group with this older male coach. He said we would be running an easy 25 minutes. My version of easy is a 12:30 mile. I'm just a baby runner you know. He was having us run 10:50. Obviously people have different definitions of easy...
And then there was the usual family drama this week. I have a large family and the phone tree can take hours to get through. I had one of those life moments where I sat back and thought, maybe I don't really want to pass on my genetic code.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Award for worst blogger ever
Ok, there was internet in Vietnam, but it was kind of sketchy and in and out, and I didn't want to spend all my time on the computer.
Let me just say, I know people have certain perscpectives about this world and the places in it. I think I'm a better person for really going out there and exploring. Life is more then my little corner of Richardson. Life is:
- trusting in others, especially complete strangers
- learning how to adjust and go with the flow
- opening your eyes to the beauty in things that are different
I seriously believe that everyone, EVERYONE, needs to visit Halong Bay before they pass away. It is the most amazing place I have ever been. My new happy place is on a slow moving boat in the fog that meanders through its rocks.
Sadly, I give it all five years. Five years before its completely over-run with multiple boats and people, and the caves have huge railing and plastic steps and the fishing villagers hock "hand-made" pillow cases. I say go NOW!!
Let me just say, I know people have certain perscpectives about this world and the places in it. I think I'm a better person for really going out there and exploring. Life is more then my little corner of Richardson. Life is:
- trusting in others, especially complete strangers
- learning how to adjust and go with the flow
- opening your eyes to the beauty in things that are different
I seriously believe that everyone, EVERYONE, needs to visit Halong Bay before they pass away. It is the most amazing place I have ever been. My new happy place is on a slow moving boat in the fog that meanders through its rocks.
Sadly, I give it all five years. Five years before its completely over-run with multiple boats and people, and the caves have huge railing and plastic steps and the fishing villagers hock "hand-made" pillow cases. I say go NOW!!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Lets start at the beginning
This morning, I appear to be suffering from a now mild case of jetlag and thought what a better time to actually type down what has happened. I believe I have about 20 minutes before the propoganda starts going out over the loudspeakers. I'm not sure propoganda is the right word. I've never lived anywhere that had daily announcements over loudspeakers. Kind of fascinating. Kind of animal farmish too...
Anyway, FRIDAY
I get up at 4 am to finish packing and get to the airport for my 6:30 am flight to San Francisco with Elizabeth. Very uneventful. We meet Kristine at the airport and trudge over to our 12 hour Asina flight to Seoul. Its going to be long. It was long.
The only thing that kept me going was food time. You had the choice of American or Korean. Of course I picked Korean. I had bi bim bap while flying over Anchorage. No one wanted to play travel scrabble with me. I kept thinking it would be different if Jane or Jen was on the trip.
SATURDAY
We get into Seoul haggard and barely moving and zombiewalk through transfer over to our flight to Hanoi. We get on the plane, and I proceed to completely conk out for the next 5 hours. Finally, Hanoi.
We slowly, ever so slowly weave our way through customs, get our luggage, and meet our driver. I knew that after that long of a flight, I was gonna need a ride. Ta da! He gradually introduced us to driving in Hanoi. It's a free for all. That is all I can say. Luckily I was too asleep to realize how many people, besides us, he almost killed.
After 20 minutes, we got to the hotel, Hanoi Elegance 2, a tiny storfront in the old quarter. I couldn't take everything in because of the dark and my exhaustion. We made our way in, signed the paperwork, got to our room and crashed.
SUNDAY
We decided to take today easy and just fly by the seat of our pants. We made our way downstairs early, and over breakfast at the hotel saw that Ho Chi Mins mausoleum was closed after 11 am. So, we just hightailed it over there.
BUT FIRST, the hotel insisted on gettng our taxi. Taxis are the biggest scam in town, even to natives. You have to watch out for them.
We get to the mausoleum complex and we see the line going out the door, and around the corner and down the street about half a mile and then around another corner. The driver drops us off and waves us good luck. And we get in line.
We are the only white people. I thought surely there would be more, but Kristine pointed out that others were probably not as excited as me to see the body of a communist leader who died in 1969.
We get through the first security and promise them we are not carrying knives, and the line keeps going. We get through the second security and hand over our cameras. No pictures allowed.
Side note, no shorts, exposed shoulders, or hands in pockets allowed either.
They line us up two by two, and we shuffle in. It was mind blowing. Honestly. We walked through the communist complex with the permanent grandstands to the gray stone tomb. Its silent. Not a word. Not a giggle. The two lines just keep moving. We go up the stairs and into the room. You walk around him. He lies there in a patch of lovely yellow light with the hammer and sickle and vietnamese star behind him.
And then you walk out into the hot sun.
Just very surreal.
After viewing him and seeing his little house on stilts, you go to the museum to discover his life. FYI, we aren't even mentioned, but the French were not portrayed very well. I believe the word tyranny was bandied about a bit.
Oh damn, gotta shower. They are picking us up for Halong Bay soon.
Anyway, FRIDAY
I get up at 4 am to finish packing and get to the airport for my 6:30 am flight to San Francisco with Elizabeth. Very uneventful. We meet Kristine at the airport and trudge over to our 12 hour Asina flight to Seoul. Its going to be long. It was long.
The only thing that kept me going was food time. You had the choice of American or Korean. Of course I picked Korean. I had bi bim bap while flying over Anchorage. No one wanted to play travel scrabble with me. I kept thinking it would be different if Jane or Jen was on the trip.
SATURDAY
We get into Seoul haggard and barely moving and zombiewalk through transfer over to our flight to Hanoi. We get on the plane, and I proceed to completely conk out for the next 5 hours. Finally, Hanoi.
We slowly, ever so slowly weave our way through customs, get our luggage, and meet our driver. I knew that after that long of a flight, I was gonna need a ride. Ta da! He gradually introduced us to driving in Hanoi. It's a free for all. That is all I can say. Luckily I was too asleep to realize how many people, besides us, he almost killed.
After 20 minutes, we got to the hotel, Hanoi Elegance 2, a tiny storfront in the old quarter. I couldn't take everything in because of the dark and my exhaustion. We made our way in, signed the paperwork, got to our room and crashed.
SUNDAY
We decided to take today easy and just fly by the seat of our pants. We made our way downstairs early, and over breakfast at the hotel saw that Ho Chi Mins mausoleum was closed after 11 am. So, we just hightailed it over there.
BUT FIRST, the hotel insisted on gettng our taxi. Taxis are the biggest scam in town, even to natives. You have to watch out for them.
We get to the mausoleum complex and we see the line going out the door, and around the corner and down the street about half a mile and then around another corner. The driver drops us off and waves us good luck. And we get in line.
We are the only white people. I thought surely there would be more, but Kristine pointed out that others were probably not as excited as me to see the body of a communist leader who died in 1969.
We get through the first security and promise them we are not carrying knives, and the line keeps going. We get through the second security and hand over our cameras. No pictures allowed.
Side note, no shorts, exposed shoulders, or hands in pockets allowed either.
They line us up two by two, and we shuffle in. It was mind blowing. Honestly. We walked through the communist complex with the permanent grandstands to the gray stone tomb. Its silent. Not a word. Not a giggle. The two lines just keep moving. We go up the stairs and into the room. You walk around him. He lies there in a patch of lovely yellow light with the hammer and sickle and vietnamese star behind him.
And then you walk out into the hot sun.
Just very surreal.
After viewing him and seeing his little house on stilts, you go to the museum to discover his life. FYI, we aren't even mentioned, but the French were not portrayed very well. I believe the word tyranny was bandied about a bit.
Oh damn, gotta shower. They are picking us up for Halong Bay soon.
Where in the world
Alas, I have been awful lately. After a horrible business trip in Houston followed by a rotten cold, I barely had anytime to deal with life before I left for my vacation.
Soooo, I am finally writing from my hotel room in Hanoi.
Seriously, its kind of surreal. Something I've been planning since June actually is happening. We bought the ticket and arranged some hotel rooms, but other then that, we decided to come over here and wing it.
I'm half asleep after a day of street food and cheap vietnamese beer, but I thought I would put a little list together of quick things I discovered:
1) Scooters. Scooters. Scooters. They can fit whole families on them. Mom, dad, and two kids plus 3 boxes, 5 baskets, and a chicken.
2) Frogger is not just a video game. Its a way of life.
3) Being a minority.
4) A lot of white people don't want to see a dead Ho Chi Min (I personally found it to be very cool experience)
5) 4 stools on the side of an intersection and a charcoal grill = amazing food
6) I have chia hair, it grows in water
7) Vietnamese winter = Houston summer
8) I never want to experience a Vietnamese summer
9) There are no trash cans for street food. You can just drop the stick.
10) People are nice. No matter where you go.
Soooo, I am finally writing from my hotel room in Hanoi.
Seriously, its kind of surreal. Something I've been planning since June actually is happening. We bought the ticket and arranged some hotel rooms, but other then that, we decided to come over here and wing it.
I'm half asleep after a day of street food and cheap vietnamese beer, but I thought I would put a little list together of quick things I discovered:
1) Scooters. Scooters. Scooters. They can fit whole families on them. Mom, dad, and two kids plus 3 boxes, 5 baskets, and a chicken.
2) Frogger is not just a video game. Its a way of life.
3) Being a minority.
4) A lot of white people don't want to see a dead Ho Chi Min (I personally found it to be very cool experience)
5) 4 stools on the side of an intersection and a charcoal grill = amazing food
6) I have chia hair, it grows in water
7) Vietnamese winter = Houston summer
8) I never want to experience a Vietnamese summer
9) There are no trash cans for street food. You can just drop the stick.
10) People are nice. No matter where you go.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
What is love
Last night in bookclub, we had a bit of fight.
Let me put a back story on this first. My friend Tammy and I have different thoughts on love. She thinks you should follow it and do what it dictates, and I believe you need to have it, but not let it rule your life.
I think it stems from our upbringing and our mothers. Doesn't it always come back to your family? They are the ones who screw you up.
Anyway, I was telling a story about a guy I know. He has had a girlfriend for a while, and she sat him down a little while ago and said she "loved" him, but she knew that he "loved" her more. She didn't feel the relationship was fair, and she broke up with him. I don't think he could take it, and soon enough, he convinced her to come back. And now they are dating again.
So I was saying, I just think the whole situation is a mess. While she isn't blameless, I stated that he has no respect for himself. Someone has just told him they don't "love" him enough. And yet, he goes back to them.
Tammy didn't agree with me. She said he was in love. When your in love you do things like that, and I just didn't understand love.
Ok, don't tell me I don't understand love. I get love, but I understand loving someone else, and I understand loving yourself.
Hmmm. Oh well. I think there has to be a happy medium, but I just don't get setting yourself up for a fall. I guess some people love being in love.
Let me put a back story on this first. My friend Tammy and I have different thoughts on love. She thinks you should follow it and do what it dictates, and I believe you need to have it, but not let it rule your life.
I think it stems from our upbringing and our mothers. Doesn't it always come back to your family? They are the ones who screw you up.
Anyway, I was telling a story about a guy I know. He has had a girlfriend for a while, and she sat him down a little while ago and said she "loved" him, but she knew that he "loved" her more. She didn't feel the relationship was fair, and she broke up with him. I don't think he could take it, and soon enough, he convinced her to come back. And now they are dating again.
So I was saying, I just think the whole situation is a mess. While she isn't blameless, I stated that he has no respect for himself. Someone has just told him they don't "love" him enough. And yet, he goes back to them.
Tammy didn't agree with me. She said he was in love. When your in love you do things like that, and I just didn't understand love.
Ok, don't tell me I don't understand love. I get love, but I understand loving someone else, and I understand loving yourself.
Hmmm. Oh well. I think there has to be a happy medium, but I just don't get setting yourself up for a fall. I guess some people love being in love.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Expectations
I am not atheltic. This has been drilled into me from childhood.
So how come I ran 3 miles last night, after a week off because of a cold, with no problems. Not even a blister on my foot. My expectations of myself are way too low.
Who was the one who decided I wasn't athletic? It certainly wasn't me. I think the problem was I just tried out for the wrong sports. T-ball was probably not the right choice for me.
T-ball. Oh how I can't stand t-ball. Seriously, I used to strike out all the time at t-ball. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?? I think I got on base once in the 2 years my mom signed me up for it.
Last night though, I just kept running. I knew we had gone pretty far for pretty long. My coach wanted to prove to us that we could run a 5k without even trying. And we can.
I guess my paradigm is shifting. Maybe I'm not just artsy.
So how come I ran 3 miles last night, after a week off because of a cold, with no problems. Not even a blister on my foot. My expectations of myself are way too low.
Who was the one who decided I wasn't athletic? It certainly wasn't me. I think the problem was I just tried out for the wrong sports. T-ball was probably not the right choice for me.
T-ball. Oh how I can't stand t-ball. Seriously, I used to strike out all the time at t-ball. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?? I think I got on base once in the 2 years my mom signed me up for it.
Last night though, I just kept running. I knew we had gone pretty far for pretty long. My coach wanted to prove to us that we could run a 5k without even trying. And we can.
I guess my paradigm is shifting. Maybe I'm not just artsy.
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