the world according to bu-ree-toe
* It amuses me when I see people in San Diego wearing full sweaters, sherpa jackets, scarves and beanies... and it's 75 degrees outside. Hello people, as much as you want to live in the glossy world of LL Bean, you don't. You live where the sun is shining in December, and you just look silly. And hot. And not in the va-va-voom way, either.
* Why would you call up a Customer Service line to inquire about your account and not have your account number handy? Why would you then also make yourself into a bigger fool by saying something like "Oh, I didn't know you would need that." or "Can't you look me up by my zip code?". And exactly how do I come across as offensive when you say "Where would 'that' be on this?", I say "Well, sir/ma'am, where are you looking?"
* Sensei likes to mess with my head, this time in the form of saying "you're testing" about 1 hour and 1 day before the paperwork is due. Keep in mind that a) you're supposed to get approved and signed off by 2 black belts before you're eligible, 2) they hadn't signed anyone yet, and III) you're not supposed to talk back. (Well, 2 outta 3 ain't bad...) My reaction to the ominous words of "you're testing" was, naturally, "says who?!"... {{shocked look blankets Sensei's face}} ..."I mean besides that whole 'I'm Sensei and what I say goes' thing." Yeah, they love me in that group.