What's your policy on Columbus Day?

Welp...I quit my job in Logan yesterday. And with the economy the way it is and considering all my money goes to school, maybe it wasn't the most sound decision I've ever made but I feel pretty good about it. When I started there (we won't mention the company name) Lets just call it primpact layment rystems LLC. When I first started, it was great, fantastic in fact. It was good money, and as long as you stayed on task you could sneak a text, or read magazines, in my case do sketching for my classes. Well when I returned from spring break we couldn't have phones (which is understandable for work) and they put a no paper rule in effect. I mean not a single sheet of paper or a pen could be at your desk. Leaving me to stare at the phone for hours on end. And nothing's wrong with that for some people, but for myself I work better when I have something to do. I like to multi-task to feel like I'm accomplishing more things in my day. Each day I would sit there and dream of ways that would allow me to go home. I could "accidentally" knock over the 20 rows of cublicles, cut the phone lines with my nail file, spill a box of headsets entangling myslef tripping and spraining both wrists making it physically impossible to use the computer mouse, scream myself hoarse in the ladies restroom, or set off the fire alarm ruining everyone's papers.....oh wait we can't have papers at our desk.
So needless to say, I'm in the job market, and quiting my job was once of the most liberating things I've ever done. Im proud of myself for keeping with my philosophy of "If you hate your job so bad that you dread going there, Why do you do it?" Life is too damn short!
I just want to share with you some of my favorite moments working at a call center:
1. The answering machines of black people from mobile alabama. Usually consisted of one of three things: a slow groove r & b song, gospel revival, or soldier boy's "Kiss me through the phone." Followed by "Hey you've reached shanequantae, I can't come to the phone, leave me yo digits and I holla back atchu. Peace and Blessings, have a blessed day."
2. One time I was verifying a loan to a man from New Jersey. For the duration of the call, (I'm going to say anywhere between seven to ten minutes) the man was using the restroom. How could I tell you ask? Maybe it was the constant flushing or the wet fart sounds funneling through the reciever.
3. Here's a typical loan conversation: "Hi this is Jessica from.....I'm just calling about your loan application is that something I can set up for you? Great, well let me just get this finished up. Ok so you're only source of income is Social Security and Disability. How long have you been on that? Twelve years? ok fantastic. Well the apr is 890% on your $300 loan, and looks like you're scheduled to have that paid off in 2012. I'll be sending your loan documents to your e-mail."
4. The constant wrong number conversations. " This ain't trina's effing number no mo. She hasn't had this number for 2 years. stop callin my bleepity bleep bleep bleepin mother bleepin phone or else I'll find you and bleep bleep bleep your entire family then bleep bleep bleep your face." I would always reply with "Well you have a wonderful day mam, I'll call you back in a couple days."
5. The creative people who made my job more interesting. Jessica: Hi is Nicholas Taylor in today? Customer: No, this is brad bitt's assitant J: Really? Like THE Brad Pitt? C: Yes, THE Brad Pitt. J: Well, what a pleasant suprise, is Brad Pitt by chance in today or is he at lunch with Angelina? C: Yes, he just stepped out not that long ago. J: Shoot, I must have just missed him. Well when he's finished shooting Benjamin Button will you have him call Jessica from.....

Gonna need to look classy at my next interview

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Thought I'd give ya a sneak peak of what my list looks like so far
1. Start my own company
2. Start or be heavily involved in a charity organization
3. Start a club at USU for snowboarding to get girls stoked to ride
4. Flowride on every continent (where available of course)
5. Skate an empty pool
6. Learn to kayak
7. Write a letter to a stranger
8. Skydive
9. Surf and snowboard in the same day
10. Take the motorcycle class so I can one day (hopefully soon) own one
11. Swim in a waterfall
12. Have my artwork displayed in a museum
13. Go night swimming in the ocean
14. Kiss under the eiffel tower (a little cliche' I know, but I AM a girl)
15. Ride in a hot air balloon around the tetons
16. Camp on the beach
17. Scuba Dive
18. Learn a second language
19. Make a five course meal for someone
20. Learn the harmonica
21. Draw a tattoo for someone
22. Leave my handprints in freshly poured concrete
23. Exercise everyday for 30 days
24. Attend a professional wrestling match
25. Kiss underwater (harder than it looks)
26. Sneak into a pool at night
27. Plan a spontaneous trip
28. Write a message in a bottle
29. Break a Guinness World Record

I thought the rockies would be a little rockier than this....

#27 Plan a spontaneous trip. I know what you're thinking. To plan a trip doesn't sound so spontaneous. But planning a road trip, that involves more than one tank of gas needs some arrangements. Last week my friend from back home Eric Newby, (you might know him as Nubbs) asked if I'd like to go snowboarding. Our options were as follows: Tahoe, mam, big bear, and Colorado. Nubbs said he had some contacts at Keystone we could stay with so, with lodging being free. We packed our gear and headed for the great state of Colorado (not as great as Idaho, but high ranking on my list.) We were pretty hungry leaving PC so we stopped for some grub at the Dairy Keen in Heber City (not to be confused with Dairy Queen.) *Normally this wouldn't be important but it will come into play later. We arrived in Colorado at about 12:30 am. Eric called his friend, who come to find out they only knew each other from two seasons ago on an encounter at Brighton and exchanged phone numbers. So it was super generous of him to let two strangers stay at his condo. Which was covered in Bob Marley posters and drug paraphernalia. Anyway, we took the floor and the couch and dreamed of Keystone & Breckenridge's park. The next morning I woke up feeling not so well, and when I say not so well I mean that I threw up five times before we hit the mountain. We arrived at Keystone to discover that the price for a day ticket is $98. I'll admit not shocking but I didn't feel like getting raped at the ticket window (figuratively.) Please don't think less of me, but I take full advantage of the fact that I look 13 without makeup, so needless to say I bought a child's pass. Which was a financially smart decision since I wasn't feeling well. And after spending most of the day next to my porcelain friend I knew I was victim of Dairy Keen's revenge. We were going to travel to Denver the next day but decided that before we could blow anymore money on extremely expensive ski tickets we should high tail it home where I could throw up in the convenience of my own home. It was an adventure needless to say, and Eric is probably one of the only people that I can ride in the car with and not want to stab after four hours. It definitely won't be my last spontaneous trip...Few things I learned: Just because you love ranch doesn't mean you should get the ranch burger at Dairy Queen...I mean Keen, Bob Marley's 26 kids are making a killing off of posters alone, on the stretch of highway between Roosevelt and Dinosaur CO there are approximately 12.4 dinosaur statues, the state of Colorado's welcome sign is not easy to climb on (quite sharp actually), the bathroom in Gaylan's condo has 16 tiles, and Keystone is Ri-dic-ulous. Will be planning another spontaneous trip there in the future.

Leeeeetts get ready to suck Itttttt!"

Last saturday I had the opportunity to cross off number 24 on my buried list: Attend a professional wrestling match. Many of you might not know this about me but when I was in fourth grade I had a large obsession with wrestling. I'll admit it is odd for a 10 year old girl to love Stone Cold Steve Austin more than BSB (short accronym for backstreet boys.) But everyone has their quirks right? Some people like comic books, some like pogs, beanie babies, or in my case wrestling. (to be honest, I love all those things.) I remember times growing up where I think for about six years I tried to convince my Dad that wrestling was real. Bless his heart he played along and broke the news to me gently when I was sixteen. Anyway you can imagine the excitment I felt when my friend Gabe got us tickets on the seventh row. I'm not sure what was better: The actual wrestling, or the people sitting around us. Let me just paint you a little picture of the people who attend wrestling matches. And mind you, it's not like there were a few people there...no, it was an arena full of Batista, John Cena, Triple H loving maniacs! To my immediate left was a 400 pound man spilling into my seat snapping pictures as fast as he could on his camera phone. To our right were two seven year old boys with full face paint and wrestling merch head to toe. They were the experts filling us in on all the cool new wrestlers, and explaining such moves as the "killswitch." In front of us was a hispanic family boosting their kids into the air screaming "FINNIIISSSSHHH HIMMMM!!" And behind us two rows back were two teenage girls with braces, scrunchie pony tails, Triple H t-shirts holding hand made signs on lined notebook paper professing their love for Generatation DX. Gabe and I imaged the pre-show conversation, "Stacy, make sure you bring paper and markers so we can make signs while we're there." Needless to say, these girls screamed at decibels only heard by dogs and small animals for every match-up. We agreed that this was the one place where the scent of overpriced beer and popcorn really complimented the action. Match after match we anxiously awaited the six man final match up consisting of Triple H, Shawn Michaels, John Ceena, Batista, Sheamus, and Randy Orton. It really was the experience of a lifetime and a 10 year old girls fantasy come true. By the end I realized that Shawn Michaels is old close up, they are making a killing off of wrestling merchandise, I would marry John Cena tomorrow, the girl fights are funny and just as entertaining, I would gladly use a months salary to purchase a legit title belt, and after watching Shawn Michaels have a small seizure I'm back to the belief that.....Wrestling is REAL dad!!!