With all of our advances in technology one of the things I appreciate, and miss, is a live customer service person when I call a company or a store. Lately I have had to make ALOT of phone calls to different companies and stores looking for various products. As an example, August has us searching the country for Hershey’s Candy Cane kisses. We have visited several grocery stores, candy stores, and drug stores looking for them only to strike out everywhere. Finally, we went to the Hershey’s website, and although they show a picture on their website, you can’t buy them directly. (As a side note, we’re looking for them because August wants to make Choco Mint Blossoms out of our 100 cookies magazine we bought several weeks ago. Far be it for me to say “No” when he makes such an eloquent request.) So I sent an email to Hershey explaining our problem and asking them for advice on where I can buy them. Then today, after not getting back a response, I thought I would call them. I was thankful to find out how easy it was to get a live person to speak with. However, they couldn’t help me. They could only suggest that we look at Target or Wal*Mart (neither of which are in SF, and since we don’t own a car these options are out for us). But hey, at least I got to speak with someone. (more…)
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Only one more day to go for the soap opera that has been around since the early 1970′s. Erica Kane will soon fade from memories, and the next generation of children will probably never know what the word “soap opera” or “All My Children” means. That’s probably for the best. (more…)
I had a friend from out of town come interview for a job at my old company once. He wasn’t my best friend or anything, but we did enjoy some good banter on a regular basis. When he came to town, I hadn’t seen him for five years. He flew in the night before his interview came to our office at 9am and it was over by lunch time. His flight back to Ohio was scheduled for 4pm that same day. Once he was done interviewing, I went down to the lobby and escorted him to the train back in to San Francisco (my office was in Oakland across the bay). (more…)
One of my biggest pet peeves are people who ramble on, and on, and on. You ask them a simple question like “How’s the weather where you are?” and they go on for twenty minutes beginning with a discussion about their car and how they just washed it, and they had to wash it again, the pool cover wasn’t on, and so now the pool has to get cleaned, and then the discussion moves to how there’s too much chlorine in their pool and they think it’s stinging their eyes, and it just goes on from here. All I asked was “how’s the weather?”. A simple answer of “it rained last night” would suffice. I was really only making conversation to begin with, and I didn’t even care what the weather was like. My fault. I should have never asked. (more…)
Since my “retirement” began, I decided to start getting back in shape by running every morning with August. Well, not every morning, but I am going to try to do it every Monday – Thursday. That way if I don’t run over the weekend, at least I’ve gone more than half the week. Anyhow, this morning I wasn’t feeling up to it. I mean it is quite a chore. I have to get August fed, dressed and out the door before I change my mind, which for me is before 10am. That part isn’t too bad, but what does make it mentally challenging are the San Francisco HILLS.
I’ve selected the flattest route possible in our neighborhood, but even that has eight hills (round trip). Albeit, they are small ones but they are still there, and they only make it mentally and physically more challenging. This morning, these hills made me miss New York City. Last time I was there, I was shocked how ridiculously flat that island is. It’s amazing, I could walk that city forever and never get tired. This one? Well, you pick the wrong direction, make a bad turn, get a little lost, and you could be talking a hill so big that from far away it looks like a humongous wave coming towards you off in the distance and if you’re not careful you will get pummelled. August’s book says this city was built on forty-two hills, “you drive down the hill, you drive up the hill, but walking is the hardest”. So this morning, while I’m pushing 30-40 pounds of weight (the stroller plus August’s 26 lbs) up and down those eight hills, I kept thinking how lucky runners in New York have it. I guess what we have over them is that we’re never going to experience 100 degree weather in the summer. Pretty sure that I’ll take the hills over that any day. But it still doesn’t make me miss New York City any less.
Before we lived in San Francisco, we were living in the suburbs of Detroit, Michigan. I had left good old Hoboken/New York City with my Toyota Celica, to shack up with Brent in Michigan while he finished up Graduate School. I knew it was only a temporary location, so I figured it was fine for a year or two. A very LONG two years later we finally made up our minds to leave Michigan. We were not certain where we wanted to go, however. What we did know was that we didn’t want to live in the middle of the country anymore - we wanted to see the ocean from time to time. Brent didn’t want snow to be a major character in our lives anymore, and we both wanted mass transportation. After living in Michigan for two years(Brent did it for three), we didn’t want to have to rely on our cars anymore. New York and Boston were off the table because we had already lived there, so that left Seattle, Chicago, and San Francisco. Chicago is rumored to have very bad weather. Seattle is a tad too rainy, and our friends who lived there own cars, so we were afraid that didn’t meet our mass transportation rule. That left San Francisco, and after visiting once in July of 2004, I knew I could live here. It was the most beautiful United States city I had ever seen. San Francisco is also very European looking, which makes it even more alluring to me. It was near the ocean, the weather is pretty much the same all year round, and it has mass transportation. (more…)
Last night I turned on the TV for the first time all day, only to find that the news had interrupted what I was expecting to see on TV with these crowds of people rejoicing in the streets. By the looks of it, I assumed that it was leftover celebration from the Royal Wedding. As my husband and I tuned in longer to find out what it was about, we discovered that the rejoicing was over the death of a man. Okay, he’s not just any man, but still a man, a human being, and we as Americans were rejoicing. The death was Osama Bin Laden. (more…)