About This Blog
A blog about my life, universe, etc. At any given time you might find something endlessly interesting or just me ruminating on something else, which no one (not even myself) finds interesting. That's the way blogs go, I suppose. Anyway, I was eleventh in line, and you weren't. Hah!
Scripture of the Moment 2 Nephi 2:27 Wherefore, men are free according to the flesh; and all things are given them which are expedient unto man. And they are free to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the captivity and power of the devil; for he seeketh that all men might be miserable like unto himself.
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-- If I mention something that's been published and is still available on the Internet, I will link to it. Well, if I know it's there, anyway.
-- Once I've posted something, I will not make substantive changes to the body of the post. Any changes will be noted with an "EDIT" tag at the bottom of the post in question, or will be noted in a subsequent post. Typos, stylistic errors, and link updates will occur, without time limit (though if it's been a while, I'll let you know). If I really really regret a post, it's likely I'll post about cats or something for a while in pennance. You've been warned.
-- If I find something through the efforts of another blogger (in fact, of anyone I can link to), I'll credit them with a link (the style of such a link is pretty much up to my mood, so don't expect consistency in that area).
-- My comment policy is listed below.
I like comments, and I'll keep them activated. HOWEVER, if you want to start a flamewar, go somewhere else. If you want to get me to start arguing with you about Ohio State vs. Michigan, whether Mormons are Christian, how stupid being spoiler free is, or pretty much anything else inflamatory (inflamatory is in the eye of me in this case -- if you don't trust my judgement, too bad), go somewhere else. All links to pornography, all instances of vulgar language, and anything else I don't think is appropriate for my sisters, brother, neice, and nephew to see (ages 1-18), or quite frankly appropriate for ME to see, will be edited as I see fit (probably with links to something else, or alternate words, or what have you). All spam comments, including blatant off-topic self-promotion, will be deleted. If you've been banned, feel free to email me; if you're uncivil, please know that I'm interested in finding out exactly how many people I can add to my killfile without bringing my processer speed to zero, and don't mind using your address in my experiments. I reserve the right to delete and/or ban anyone I want. If you need to say it that badly, go get your own blog. They're free, you know.
A Note About Chatting and Emails
I'm not what you would call an extremely social or extraverted person. As a matter of fact, I tend to test 100% introvert on Myer-Briggs and other personality profile tests. Therefore, please be aware that most of the time, if I don't already know you (either in person or through weeks/months/years of email contact) the chances are I won't be very talkative if you IM me. I like having a long time to consider what I say, and that goes double for what I say to total strangers. Please don't think me scary, rude, hateful, or even just someone in a perpetual bad mood, if chat efforts are unsuccessful. Quite frankly, it's probably better for you to go find someone else to chat with, unless you have something significant to say. And if it's that important, you should probably email me. Which reminds me to let you know now that if you do choose to email me, it might be days, weeks, months, years, or never before I email you back. It takes a lot of energy for me to come up with replies to random inquiries from strangers, and most of the time there's something I'd rather be doing instead. Your understanding is appreciated. I'm not saying don't try, I'm just saying -- have minimal expectations, okay? Thanks. Oh, and if you DO know me, don't treat this statement as an excellent excuse not to talk to me. You know who you are.
Okay, so I tried writing a few articles. You know, because I said I would. And the absolute LAST thing I'd expect, happened -- they're too short. Seriously, both are about 650 words long. I need them (and their future bretheren) to be at least 1500 words long. I'm going to let them set aside and ferment for a few days, try again after Grad Nite.
In other news, I forgot to mention that I finally spotted my first Customer! Actually there were two of them. They were teenagers, I think, both female. Not sure of nationality or anything. They were standing over by the candy in the Gag Factory and they kept looking at me. It was creepy. Then they moved their bags so that they were right in front of their stomachs, and put their hands on the stuff in front of them (and positioned themselves so that the candy rack was between me and them) and looking at me! I swear, they just would NOT look at their hands or bags at all. It was incredibly suspicious to me, so I alerted one of my fellow CMs. She Guest Serviced them, they split up, then tried to reform over by the Toy Story merchandise and art supplies. And continued looking at me. I was beginning to think maybe I just had something in my hair... anyway, they told her they were looking for felt tipped pens, even though they were ignoring three different packs of felt tipped pens right by their hands. We basically Guest Serviced them out of the store. But honestly, how foolish can you be, acting like that in a store with almost no other guests in it? And looking at the Cast Members... if I hadn't been so nervous, I would have laughed out loud.
Oh! That reminds me. I've gotten three gratutious compliments from managers in the last few days. First, at the Gag Factory, the leads/manager said they were looking for a 100% Mystery Guest score from me because they know I always do all the stuff I'm supposed to. Then later on a different manager said that I was doing everything really well. And tonight in Frontierland, a manager said that she thought I was really good, and that I ought to apply for stock (it's a premium shift) training because they really need good stockers (she had had me straightening and folding garments).
Last, but not least at all, I got to do the parade today. There was a glitch, and the parade was delayed for a while (I got back to my post in Frontierland 5 minutes after I was supposed to have walked away, to go home -- they ended out giving me an extra hour of work since I was already going to be extended), which was fun. I had to tell four or five families not to let their children sit on the trash cans. It's not like the things are bolted down. At least no adults were standing on them (that happens sometimes, too). Honestly, folks, the parade isn't special enough to risk needing stitches in your head.
I wonder if my line "the ladies at First Aid are really nice, but it's not nearly as much fun as the Matterhorn" is rude. I thought it was a cute way of reminding kids why they shouldn't swing on the ropes (and sit on the trash cans), but my dad thinks it's rude. posted by Sarah at 6:04 AM. |