Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
paper mooning it
Upon learning that my little iPod (Lucky, 11 months old, white 60GB video) was sick, I promptly wrapped him up and brought him in to Costco for a full refund. I used my winnings to buy a brand new black 80GB iPod (which I have named Moesha. I'm still deciding whether or not that's hilarious and clever, or just a little racist.)
And, since iPods have gone down in price since I bought Lucky (who, since we're being totally honest, was a trade in from a 60 GB photo) a year ago, so now, not only did I walk out with a brand new iPod, but with $70 in Costco credit that I put towards a gorgeous new 22" flatscreen monitor (My 6-year-old 15" CRT monitor is sitting sadly on my bedroom floor, awaiting his fate.)
I have totally got this whole Costco thing figured out.
And, since iPods have gone down in price since I bought Lucky (who, since we're being totally honest, was a trade in from a 60 GB photo) a year ago, so now, not only did I walk out with a brand new iPod, but with $70 in Costco credit that I put towards a gorgeous new 22" flatscreen monitor (My 6-year-old 15" CRT monitor is sitting sadly on my bedroom floor, awaiting his fate.)
I have totally got this whole Costco thing figured out.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
It's beautiful outside, from what I can tell in here
Anyone have a job so terrible that it reminds you why you chose to pursue post-secondary school?
I do. Enter Melissa's Summer Job, 2007. Hell for $12 an hour.
Okay, so it's not really that bad. A lot of my friends are doing things that are much worse, but a few of the tasks I've been given are so terribly boring I have actually started to blank out for an hour or two at a time. This makes me nervous.
Also, I've spent the last two weeks or so arranging by hand thumbnail sheets of about a zillion Illustrator files, and only today learned Photoshop can do this for me. I have three sheets left. Grrr.
I do. Enter Melissa's Summer Job, 2007. Hell for $12 an hour.
Okay, so it's not really that bad. A lot of my friends are doing things that are much worse, but a few of the tasks I've been given are so terribly boring I have actually started to blank out for an hour or two at a time. This makes me nervous.
Also, I've spent the last two weeks or so arranging by hand thumbnail sheets of about a zillion Illustrator files, and only today learned Photoshop can do this for me. I have three sheets left. Grrr.
Friday, May 11, 2007
childhood
For the first time in about a decade, the ice cream truck drove down my street, ringing its bell.
My sister and I got sprang into action, grabbed some change and ran outside like we did when we were kids to get some ice cream. Sure, we had ice cream in the freezer, but it's by far inferior to any ice cream that comes from a truck with a bell.
We reached the driveway grinning like idiots and watched the woman driving the truck look at us, smile at us, wave, and continue driving despite our attempts to mime "Yes, we want ice cream!"
We saw her a few blocks away, selling ice cream to some little kids. The moment has passed.
It was more disappointing than the time I mistook the knife sharpening truck for the ice cream truck. (sidenote: only ice cream selling vehicles should be allowed to ring a bell in the summer.)
My sister and I got sprang into action, grabbed some change and ran outside like we did when we were kids to get some ice cream. Sure, we had ice cream in the freezer, but it's by far inferior to any ice cream that comes from a truck with a bell.
We reached the driveway grinning like idiots and watched the woman driving the truck look at us, smile at us, wave, and continue driving despite our attempts to mime "Yes, we want ice cream!"
We saw her a few blocks away, selling ice cream to some little kids. The moment has passed.
It was more disappointing than the time I mistook the knife sharpening truck for the ice cream truck. (sidenote: only ice cream selling vehicles should be allowed to ring a bell in the summer.)
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