well, I'm up to 4 pages of comments, so I thought it'd be a good idea to update.
Going to see the folks this weekend for the Easter holiday, where I'll no doubt be fending off the mother figure who will insist I need a haircut, and just may take the clippers to my head while I'm asleep.
*mental note: lock the door to the guest room.*
Speaking of my hair, I've recently started wearing it tied back into a ponytail for work to keep it out of my eyes. No doubt I've received many nicknames in the past few weeks, among them Steven Seagal, Lorenzo Llamas, Val Kilmer. In fact today, one of the sales folks said I was going for a "John Travolta from Pulp Fiction" look. It's either I put up with this, or go with "Jim Morrison" and "John Lennon" when I wear it down. Sometimes I just want to scream at them: "I LOOK LIKE ME!!" Oi vey. Co-workers and their nicknames. I guess I can just look at it as a gesture of affection and leave it at that.
We received a piece of correspondence from one of our customers via fax today that just had to be seen to be believed. I use the term "correspondence" loosely, for this thing was hardly that. First off, it was a blank sheet of paper (no letterheads or company logos, etc) with a barely legible handwritten scrawl demanding that we cancel all our services with this company. What got me was the use of the word "sweet" instead of "suite" to indicate our address. My friend Franz and I laughed about that for a few minutes until we read further down and noticed that whoever wrote this pulitzer-winning piece got confused and put in our company name as the city in his own address.
Then he/she/it spent 5 lines saying the same thing 5 different ways "My Bussiniss can't afford your services. I am broke. Cancel my services with you. I have no money. I'm living off state assistance." After reading through it, I felt a bit sorry for the guy 1) because he's broke, and 2) because he needs a good english tutor. I'd say this was an oddity, but in my line of work we seem to get all the whackos. I've even seen cancellation requests written in crayon before. Le Yipe! My customers don't really give me much confidence in the human race. I'm just glad most of them stay at least a phone call away from me. 
See all you lovely people in a few days.
Going to see the folks this weekend for the Easter holiday, where I'll no doubt be fending off the mother figure who will insist I need a haircut, and just may take the clippers to my head while I'm asleep.
*mental note: lock the door to the guest room.*
Speaking of my hair, I've recently started wearing it tied back into a ponytail for work to keep it out of my eyes. No doubt I've received many nicknames in the past few weeks, among them Steven Seagal, Lorenzo Llamas, Val Kilmer. In fact today, one of the sales folks said I was going for a "John Travolta from Pulp Fiction" look. It's either I put up with this, or go with "Jim Morrison" and "John Lennon" when I wear it down. Sometimes I just want to scream at them: "I LOOK LIKE ME!!" Oi vey. Co-workers and their nicknames. I guess I can just look at it as a gesture of affection and leave it at that.
We received a piece of correspondence from one of our customers via fax today that just had to be seen to be believed. I use the term "correspondence" loosely, for this thing was hardly that. First off, it was a blank sheet of paper (no letterheads or company logos, etc) with a barely legible handwritten scrawl demanding that we cancel all our services with this company. What got me was the use of the word "sweet" instead of "suite" to indicate our address. My friend Franz and I laughed about that for a few minutes until we read further down and noticed that whoever wrote this pulitzer-winning piece got confused and put in our company name as the city in his own address.
Then he/she/it spent 5 lines saying the same thing 5 different ways "My Bussiniss can't afford your services. I am broke. Cancel my services with you. I have no money. I'm living off state assistance." After reading through it, I felt a bit sorry for the guy 1) because he's broke, and 2) because he needs a good english tutor. I'd say this was an oddity, but in my line of work we seem to get all the whackos. I've even seen cancellation requests written in crayon before. Le Yipe! My customers don't really give me much confidence in the human race. I'm just glad most of them stay at least a phone call away from me.
See all you lovely people in a few days.
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At work I get called "Old Fart." Wonderful that.