I finally decided that I will hand in the required form for the Webmaster position on the Milwaukee HOG chapter board.
Reasons to volunteer:
I seem to operate on a day-to-day basis better when I have to manage my time with multiple projects.
I don't like their website so I should put my money where my mouth is.
I like that the chapter's favored charity is the JDRF.
I could use the web design experience.
I like being part of a team.
I might get the opportunity to voice my opinion within the chapter.
Reasons not to volunteer:
The dedication of my time.
Seems like an obvious decision when I write it all down.
I took my iPod back to Best Buy tonight. I started in customer service before I was sent to the Geek Squad window. I explained to the resident Geek that my iPod wouldn't turn off. I went through the entire saga giving him the entire history since the problem started last Friday. It was sort of a catch-22. Since it wouldn't turn off, the battery was dead. The Geek got out a charger and plugged it in. He turns it on and off. Gee, I could have done that. I told him take it off the charger and then try it. He looked at me with an odd expression on his face. I sensed the man was thinking 'you dumb blonde'. I added to my original saga that since I work in an IT environment, not only did I run the device through every percievable (futile) exercise that Apple's support site had to offer, I asked my work Geeks if they had any ideas. I think my respectability went up at least one notch at that point. But since I was a little irritated, I asked him if he wanted me to take it home, charge it up and then bring it back so he can see it won't turn off. By then it charged a little, he removed it from the connection and agreed that it wouldn't turn off. Phew.
So he takes it in the back room. Now I'm feeling like I'm at the car dealership where they pretend to check with their manager whether or not it's OK to make the deal. He comes back out without the iPod and asks for my paperwork and if I had the extended warranty. I'm thinking to myself, what difference does the extended warranty make...it's not old enough for the original warranty to have expired. I handed him the paperwork and he barely glanced at it, so I don't know what that was all about.
Then a young guy came in with his broken iPod. I'm thinking gee, what a surprise! So I'm trying to listen to his story as Resident Geek takes the iPod in the back. At the same time Jeff is concerned that they now have both iPods back there. He asks me if the serial number is on the device. I told him not to worry, it's clearly marked and since I have the box we can match it up if necessary. Resident Geek comes out with my iPod in hand, gives it to me and says take it over to customer service and they will get you a new one.
We walk the ten steps back to the customer service representative and tell him I need a new iPod. He sends me over the to the sales floor. Of course (like last time) they didn't have my model in stock at this time. BUT the prices of iPods have dropped so I could trade my 2G for a 4G for $20. I hemmed and hawed then decided to take the bite. I just couldn't imagine a day without the damn thing. Now the tough part, picking a color. There was silver, black, pink, green. I thought and thought. Jeff wondered why I didn't just grab the pink one. I explained it's a bright, ugly pink and I don't like it. I chose the silver one. Plain and simple. Truth is, I kinda liked the green one. As the salesman takes the silver one out, he says the most popular one was the green. I told him I can see why, it's the one I was debating.
I went back to the service desk to complete the transaction. I explained how troubled I was over choosing a color, the clerk says 'speak now'. I asked Jeff to go get the green one and handed him the silver one. He comes back and says that the clerk said 'I knew it!'. Perceptive guy. I got out my credit card, and the clerk says no charge, they are even up. Wow....I'm thinking hurry, let's get out of here before they realize their mistake.
As I sat in the car reviewing the receipt I realized it wasn't a mistake, I did pay the same amout for my old iPod. It's just that I got a discount after the original price, so the clerk took the same original discount off the new one. How nice. It felt better knowing I didn't get away with something bad. I don't like guilt.
The new iPod is cool. I am happy with Best Buy. I just wish I could say I'm happy with Apple products.
I've replaced my iPod for the third time. It's getting ridiculous. Thank goodness for Best Buy's extended warranty. I've had it with these things.
So he takes it in the back room. Now I'm feeling like I'm at the car dealership where they pretend to check with their manager whether or not it's OK to make the deal. He comes back out without the iPod and asks for my paperwork and if I had the extended warranty. I'm thinking to myself, what difference does the extended warranty make...it's not old enough for the original warranty to have expired. I handed him the paperwork and he barely glanced at it, so I don't know what that was all about.
Then a young guy came in with his broken iPod. I'm thinking gee, what a surprise! So I'm trying to listen to his story as Resident Geek takes the iPod in the back. At the same time Jeff is concerned that they now have both iPods back there. He asks me if the serial number is on the device. I told him not to worry, it's clearly marked and since I have the box we can match it up if necessary. Resident Geek comes out with my iPod in hand, gives it to me and says take it over to customer service and they will get you a new one.
We walk the ten steps back to the customer service representative and tell him I need a new iPod. He sends me over the to the sales floor. Of course (like last time) they didn't have my model in stock at this time. BUT the prices of iPods have dropped so I could trade my 2G for a 4G for $20. I hemmed and hawed then decided to take the bite. I just couldn't imagine a day without the damn thing. Now the tough part, picking a color. There was silver, black, pink, green. I thought and thought. Jeff wondered why I didn't just grab the pink one. I explained it's a bright, ugly pink and I don't like it. I chose the silver one. Plain and simple. Truth is, I kinda liked the green one. As the salesman takes the silver one out, he says the most popular one was the green. I told him I can see why, it's the one I was debating.
I went back to the service desk to complete the transaction. I explained how troubled I was over choosing a color, the clerk says 'speak now'. I asked Jeff to go get the green one and handed him the silver one. He comes back and says that the clerk said 'I knew it!'. Perceptive guy. I got out my credit card, and the clerk says no charge, they are even up. Wow....I'm thinking hurry, let's get out of here before they realize their mistake.
As I sat in the car reviewing the receipt I realized it wasn't a mistake, I did pay the same amout for my old iPod. It's just that I got a discount after the original price, so the clerk took the same original discount off the new one. How nice. It felt better knowing I didn't get away with something bad. I don't like guilt.
The new iPod is cool. I am happy with Best Buy. I just wish I could say I'm happy with Apple products.
I've replaced my iPod for the third time. It's getting ridiculous. Thank goodness for Best Buy's extended warranty. I've had it with these things.
My iPod doesn't work....again.
This is my second one. I cannot believe this is happening to me. I've spent a fortune on these damn things and I can't afford to have it break. Why me? Why can't something go right? I rely on this stupid little device more than I should but exercise wouldn't ever be the same without it. And exercise is difficult enough without my little crutch. Arrrggghhhh!
This is my second one. I cannot believe this is happening to me. I've spent a fortune on these damn things and I can't afford to have it break. Why me? Why can't something go right? I rely on this stupid little device more than I should but exercise wouldn't ever be the same without it. And exercise is difficult enough without my little crutch. Arrrggghhhh!
I did something totally out of character last night. I attended an all-night "crop" at the local scrapbooking store. This is an event where you take your photos and all your scrapbooking supplies and show up to hang out with a bunch of ladies doing the same thing. The beauty of these events is that if you run out of something or need something, it's all right there in the store. It's also a way to get new and fresh ideas and designs. And you get all your photos catalogued and presented in a nice photo album to share with others. I do love artsy things so I like the whole idea of scrapbooking I'm just not fond of hanging out with others.
I'm not comfortable in these settings with all the small talk about stuff I don't really care about. Hanging out with old ladies whose idea of a good time is spending weekends at their "cabin" where they can get away from it all by living with dead deer heads hanging on the wall and taking photos of their family members sitting at a picnic table in the yard. 30 years of photos at the same cabin and the same yard. I guess I just prefer the adventures found in new and interesting places that I've never been to before even though I do have a small collection of those same cabin photos. I just don't want to be defined by them.
The young women aren't much better, having to run to the bathroom to use their breast pumps. When they aren't in the bathroom they are comparing stories about playgroups and husbands who don't always help with the kids. All their photos involve the birthing process or some phase of drooling, squirming, cutesey, big eyed babies framed in pink or blue accordingly. I have some of these photos too, but not enough to be able to make an entire photo album about a 6-month old child. Maybe I was just a bad mom for not carrying a camera everywhere I went.
I have absolutely nothing in common with these people.
To me, the old ladies are boring, and the young ones are, well, boring. Where are the women who travel, have more than one decade worth of kid photos, and enjoy more in life than Christmas dinners and watching the grandchildren? I really want to put all my travel photos in albums but I think from now on, I'm on my own. The people I interacted with were nice (well, the young ones were) but I can't get into it as I'd hoped I would.
Maybe I will try again before I totally write this off. I did learn some cool things.
I'm not comfortable in these settings with all the small talk about stuff I don't really care about. Hanging out with old ladies whose idea of a good time is spending weekends at their "cabin" where they can get away from it all by living with dead deer heads hanging on the wall and taking photos of their family members sitting at a picnic table in the yard. 30 years of photos at the same cabin and the same yard. I guess I just prefer the adventures found in new and interesting places that I've never been to before even though I do have a small collection of those same cabin photos. I just don't want to be defined by them.
The young women aren't much better, having to run to the bathroom to use their breast pumps. When they aren't in the bathroom they are comparing stories about playgroups and husbands who don't always help with the kids. All their photos involve the birthing process or some phase of drooling, squirming, cutesey, big eyed babies framed in pink or blue accordingly. I have some of these photos too, but not enough to be able to make an entire photo album about a 6-month old child. Maybe I was just a bad mom for not carrying a camera everywhere I went.
I have absolutely nothing in common with these people.
To me, the old ladies are boring, and the young ones are, well, boring. Where are the women who travel, have more than one decade worth of kid photos, and enjoy more in life than Christmas dinners and watching the grandchildren? I really want to put all my travel photos in albums but I think from now on, I'm on my own. The people I interacted with were nice (well, the young ones were) but I can't get into it as I'd hoped I would.
Maybe I will try again before I totally write this off. I did learn some cool things.
As Election Day gets closer I started to review my voting choices. I needed to understand how to interpret the marriage amendment. After reading posts at the site onmilwaukee.com from really stupid people who thought yes meant no and no meant yes I had to make sure the verbiage was clear to me. In my pursuit of local political data, knowing very well that most information on the Internet is total crap (either worthless opinions or non-scholarly half truths) I came across this blog that had Dimity on it. After perusing this guy’s site, I realized that this was no average redneck half witted Republican, this was an all out full fledged alien believing God fearing moron who goes by the name Milwaukee idiot (how fitting). I bet he is fat too. Nothing like a little gluttony, since there’s no such thing as global warming, maybe there’s no such thing as bad cholesterol either. Actually I bet he lives on high fructose corn syrup, a product of our government that I'm sure this guy agrees with, as long as you don't make fuel for our cars out of it. After I stopped gagging over the Dimwitty comments (I thought I would spell something wrong so I wouldn’t look too much smarter than this guy with his horrible spelling, grammar, and stupid remarks), I found this joke he posted:
Paris Hilton and Welfare Rats
Q: What do Paris and Welfare Rats have in common??
A: Neither one has any clue what the worth of a dollar is since they have never had to earn that dollar.
He forgot the other thing they have in common…they are all Republicans! Funny thing is the joke is on him. Apparently he doesn’t know that Dimity wouldn’t know what the dollar is worth either since she didn’t earn her lottery winnings. People are so stupid. That’s one blog I will never read again.
Paris Hilton and Welfare Rats
Q: What do Paris and Welfare Rats have in common??
A: Neither one has any clue what the worth of a dollar is since they have never had to earn that dollar.
He forgot the other thing they have in common…they are all Republicans! Funny thing is the joke is on him. Apparently he doesn’t know that Dimity wouldn’t know what the dollar is worth either since she didn’t earn her lottery winnings. People are so stupid. That’s one blog I will never read again.
We spent yesterday at Great America which is why I didn't go to work today. I knew I would be exhausted so I scheduled the extra day off. Going to Great America after a 5-year hiatus felt a little off. I really love the thrill rides. Spending every moment either in line for the ride or actually on the ride is all I want to do. No shows, no food, no stopping for games or souvenirs. Nothing but rides. And the weather was perfect. Sunny, in the 70's, not a cloud in the sky.
We started with the familiar Batman. I insisted we go to the first row. Being at the lead with nothing to block your view of everything coming at you is a pretty incredible feeling. It did lengthen the amount of time spent in line, so this became a one time thing for the day. After the Batman we went our usual route, Iron Wolf, American Eagle, the Viper, and finally the best ride, the Raging Bull. We initially skipped the new Superman ride, mostly because we like the familiarity of our route around the park.
Most rides had a waiting time of 20 minutes. I think the only ride that took longer was the American Eagle. At least that was until we got to the Superman. We waited 50 minutes to get on that one. I had mixed feeling about whether it was worth it. The ride was fantastic, there was no doubt about that, but it was short. And the long wait in line didn't make me like it any better. The thrill was without a doubt amazing, but I didn't like my legs being locked down. The ride tips you into a position where you simuate flying like Superman (obviously) but in the process your legs are buckled in.
Once we finished with that ride we had spent pretty much most of the day. It was after 4 and the park closed at 6. So we decided to head back to the favorite, the Raging Bull. The Viper happened to come between us and the Raging Bull so we got in line there first. I live the Viper for the constant dips. As soon as you get past one, another one comes up. It's pretty cool.
One last ride on the Raging Bull and we were done. We headed out to a sports bar for some food and relaxation before the ride home. We took the motorcycle and it was getting dark, so the ride home was a little chilly.
For some reason the whole experience wasn't as exciting as it used to be. I do love the rides but it just didn't seem as big of a deal as it used to be. Maybe I've outgrown the amusement park thing. Maybe it was that I'm just getting older and just don't need this kind of thing anymore, nah-that can't be it. Maybe I will just have to try again. After all, I did have a great time.
We started with the familiar Batman. I insisted we go to the first row. Being at the lead with nothing to block your view of everything coming at you is a pretty incredible feeling. It did lengthen the amount of time spent in line, so this became a one time thing for the day. After the Batman we went our usual route, Iron Wolf, American Eagle, the Viper, and finally the best ride, the Raging Bull. We initially skipped the new Superman ride, mostly because we like the familiarity of our route around the park.
Most rides had a waiting time of 20 minutes. I think the only ride that took longer was the American Eagle. At least that was until we got to the Superman. We waited 50 minutes to get on that one. I had mixed feeling about whether it was worth it. The ride was fantastic, there was no doubt about that, but it was short. And the long wait in line didn't make me like it any better. The thrill was without a doubt amazing, but I didn't like my legs being locked down. The ride tips you into a position where you simuate flying like Superman (obviously) but in the process your legs are buckled in.
Once we finished with that ride we had spent pretty much most of the day. It was after 4 and the park closed at 6. So we decided to head back to the favorite, the Raging Bull. The Viper happened to come between us and the Raging Bull so we got in line there first. I live the Viper for the constant dips. As soon as you get past one, another one comes up. It's pretty cool.
One last ride on the Raging Bull and we were done. We headed out to a sports bar for some food and relaxation before the ride home. We took the motorcycle and it was getting dark, so the ride home was a little chilly.
For some reason the whole experience wasn't as exciting as it used to be. I do love the rides but it just didn't seem as big of a deal as it used to be. Maybe I've outgrown the amusement park thing. Maybe it was that I'm just getting older and just don't need this kind of thing anymore, nah-that can't be it. Maybe I will just have to try again. After all, I did have a great time.
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