Customer Service: on hold

Yes, I know there is a high influx of calls at this moment, and I will have to wait. I get that.

But couldn't you tell me what number I am and what number you have gotten to so I know if I can go take a shower within the 40 minutes I'm put on hold or I could just call back at a different time? I am about to change this aspect of every company's customer service.

And the music. Please, no music. The speakers are killing my ears. How about a beep every 10 seconds?

confession | challenge

Travis will help me through my accounting project. Here's to Calcium deficiency and chipped nails. It's 48 degrees in May, and I'm without a jacket.

Gargoyle bookends are supporting only 2 books now. If you can guess one of the books, I'll let you toss a coin into the fountain with me. If you can guess both, I'll let you toss me into the fountain.*

*temperature must be above 90°F
*challenge expires May 16, 2014

Third Wheel

Whoever invented the wheel, yet alone the third one. Geez.

A windy day's mind

What is it? What is it? that troubles you now -
the pale on your face, that furrowing brow.
Still, on the outside, for you are not here.
Into another world, your mind, it peers.

Wake up, wake up, the bluebirds are chirping.
Chirp for you, nature's symphonic beckoning.
See the view, its display for you to see,
And maybe once in awhile, you'll think of me?

Mailer Demon

Fitting how you receive a Mailer Daemon notification whenever your email doesn't send through.
I always read it as Mailer DEMON.
Because that's what it is, of course.

Broken glass in the laundry

As I hurried to the laundry room in the wee hours of the morn in hopes that my day's schedule not be filled with finding free washers, I was just throwing my last sock in, and that's when it happened. That's when I stepped on a piece of glass that lodged itself deep into my big toe. The resistance accompanied with dislodging it was quite remarkable, and the crimson blob about the size of a silver dollar was the most deeply romantic color I had ever seen.

Did I clean up the mess I had just made? No, I left my pool of blood in plain sight on the floor as a reminder to all that they should clean up their shattered messes before they go about leaving shards for innocent bystanders.

And then I'll wear my shoes next time.

I returned, and my pool of pride had been nonchalantly smeared as a halfhearted effort of someone's ponder about what had transpired in that particular laundry room.

Follow through is the key.

April is over

"Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."

The Sensible Thing
F. Scott Fitzgerald

This is probably the most depressing short story I've read in awhile.

Another month has passed, and the passing of time is still not over. We can never let go of the things which we love the most. No matter the time, distance, or distractions, or even more distractions.

I expect May will pass just the same. April is over.