Oct 31 2003
Today is going to be dedicated to learning more voice stuff. I can hardly wait. I would love to post the diagram of a voice network that I made yesterday, but I don’t know if that would violate my company’s big secrecy laws; I don’t know how much of this is standard stuff and how much of the terminology is ours. But the only reason I would post it anyways is so that everyone can share in just how much confusion I’m feeling right now. And let’s be honest: no one cares except me. I can live with that.
In other work-related news, today is “Mismatch Day” of spirit week. Oh, how I longed to come in dressed as Alicia Silverstone, but I wouldn’t exactly know how to pull that off. I’d have to explain the outfit all day and plus dressing as a divorce lawyer would kind of negate the whole reason of playing along in the first place, which is to have a casual day. Instead I mismatched my earrings. Both of my ears are triple-pierced and I put a different earring in each one. So devious of me. I participated and therefore got to dress casually, but I don’t have to walk around looking like an idiot who can’t dress herself.
Last night I played Wind Waker for awhile, then we decided to go check out the new Subway that our town finally got. (Obscure and only slightly relevant fact: I once worked at a Subway) So we cruise three blocks to this happening fast food joint and place our orders. The lady who was helping us (if you can call it that) was not exactly the sharpest knife in the utensil tray. First of all, she had none of the bread I wanted. This ALWAYS annoys me. Bake the damn bread! You can see when you’re getting low, make more! Christ. She had no Honey Oat and no Wheat. Then, she asked me if I wanted my Subway Melt heated or not. Now, is it just me, or does the name “Subway MELT” indicate that at some point heat enters into the equation somewhere? So I gave her the “Bitch, you crazy” look and said “Yes, I’d like that heated”. So, she slaps my sandwich together with the meat on one side and the cheese on the other laying directly on the bread and sticks it in the microwave. At this point I had to take a quick walk around the store to stop from killing her. Why would you place the cheese directly on the bread and not over top of the meat so that everything MELTS together the way the name of the stupid sandwich indicates that it should? EVERY Subway I’ve ever been to puts the cheese on top of the meat and then heats it but this lady apparently thought that I would like my cheese melted directly into my bread so as to not be able to taste it at all. The final straw is that she made us buy a 21 ounce drink to take advantage of the “After 4″ discount, and then charged us full price for our stuff anyways.
Needless to say, I did not enjoy my Subway experience as much as I thought I would. I wanted to jump behind the counter and make not only our stuff, but also help the three lost souls who had wandered in after us and had been waiting for 10 minutes while the stupid Subway lady figured out the complex art of sandwich making.
Important discovery made this morning: The World’s Worst Web CamTM takes slightly better pictures when using natural light. In the morning time, light comes in the window that my computer faces, so I can play with the exposure a bit more and get a less fuzzy and (slightly) more detailed picture.