Remember this morning – when I said that I had a dream about a “Cat & Mouse” story – and then was all like “I’ll totally tell you the cat story later?” Well – I don’t remember the cat story – sooooooooo . . . here is this quicky.
Usually when I call someone – like a business – or a doctor’s office – or whatever – they will answer the phone saying “Name of Business” – to which I normally reply “Hiya (or Howdy – or some other silly derivative) ‘Name of Business’. How are you doing today?”
Seven times out of ten there is just dead silence followed by aggravation. The voice that comes over the phone is filled with annoyance because they can’t believe that I have just dared to push the bubble to ask how they are doing. I mean who am I anyway?! Just some guy on the phone – thats who.
Well – today the scenario went down with the silence and then the angst and the lady on the other side of the phone said something to the effect of “Why are you calling?” – which – in turn – annoyed me . . . it is such a simple and human question “How are you doing?” – and even though I do it mostly out of habit, I also lean towards wondering how the person that I am talking to is doing – because it basically lays out how the entire conversation is going to go – and whatnot.
I replied with this quick shot “Well – two things – I was just trying to be polite and also – I was trying to set up an appointment for my car to come in – because it is leaking.”
She murmured some sort of apology and then went to setting up the appointment . . . but never said how she was doing . . . how will I ever sleep through the night tonight with such an unanswered question floating around the ether?
Oh well – hopefully – I will make it through – and also more hopefully I didn’t annoy her so much that the wheels fall of of the car on the way home (“Ask me how I’m doing . . . will he?!?”).
By the by . . . how are you chickens – out there – doing . . . just curious . . .
[Bumpercar’s note: This is a test to see what happens if I “Digg” a post that I have seen. Maybe it will work – and maybe not . . . mostly I am just curious. It is a post that should tickle your fancy – if you have Leopard – and feel like sending out HTML emails . . . wish us luck with this new style. Punching out.]
One of the new features in Leopard’s Mail is that it includes a few dozen stationery templates for you to easily choose from to jazz up your emails. For the most part these templates are just plain ole’ fashioned HTML with a tiny bit of XML.
So really the only requirements for editing or creating your own stationery is that you know a small bit of HTML. Some design skills wouldn’t hurt if you’re creating your own from scratch.
Well – well – well . . . today is supposed to be a cat and mouse story kind of day – or at least that is what I dreamed – but now my noggin’ has gone screwy and skipped past the cat part of the equation.
So – I suppose that we will just do the unnatural and start with the mouse – even though no one ever starts with the mouse . . .
There I was. In a building – an office – an office building – walking towards the copy machine – my brain sponging over from hours and hours of hard work (mostly) – when – out of the blue – there was a grey streak – a furry grey shot in the dark. There was a mouse – and for a split second – it was on my foot.
My unfortunate reaction was that of a high pitched young girl – and it carried all the way to the department next to us – where I was deservedly mocked.
My only reaction – the only move that was left to me – was to jump on the pile. So I called out “But you guys don’t understand . . . that thing ran so fast – and so close to me that my skirt actually blew up . . .” At which point – in giving myself a good natured ribbing – I had paid my societal dues – and everyone moved on.
Everyone except me – that is. Now I am totally obsessed at finding the little guy . . . life in an office can get rough – sometimes – and I need all of the pals that I can get.
Thus ends the mouse section of our day – in theory – there will be a cat section to follow at a later time.
