How many other people do you know that who wake up at 7:56 on the day class registration opens online, load up the class-add page at 7:59, click submit at 8:01, idly search for a sixth class but find that they’ve taken all of the ones that are offered, and are blissfully dreaming of their perfect winter schedule by 8:30?
Just wondering.
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Boston is currently fifty-five degrees, but it feels like forty-nine. Cords are back in the suitcase. I am neurotic.
No one other than my mother can be blamed for my inefficient packing skills. Not only is the woman a last minute packer, but she packs two whole suitcases and a carryon and a purse for five days down the shore. I kid you not. So, four t-shirts (two short-sleeved, two long), one polo shirt, two shirts for layering, one dress shirt, four pair of pants, two pair of pajama pants, one pair of shorts, an extra pair of shoes, six pair of socks and five pair of underwear isn’t overkill for two and a half days, right? Right??
Oh, just shut the hell up. I’ll be in the next room repacking.
Isn’t it sort of funny that after all that talk about net identity on Sunday i’ve had mine irrevocably altered? If i thought that anyone at America Online gave two cents or ten seconds of a care towards my screenname being hacked i wouldn’t have learned anything during my time on the internet, and since i have i know that the likelihood of seeing me on aolim as KrisisPM ever again is about as much as my suddenly resubscribing to the dreaded AOL service and blogging that my new email is krisispm@aol.com.
Would you believe that this kept me up last night? Wondering what kind of bored and awful person would just yank my name out from under me just because i was a potential target since i sent them a single IM. Some people hop from name to name and from website to website and from layout to layout, and that’s all well and good for them. However, i take my identity online very seriously after all of these years, and so i am a fan of permanence. The email that everything funnels past on the way to my school account is only the third email address i’ve ever had. This webpage is only the third primary incarnation of my web presence. And, i have only ever had exactly one im name.
I’m not sure what this is supposed to inspire me to do. Is it a message from above that’s it’s time to wean myself away from virtual conversations and back onto real ones? Maybe, but the folks above seem to be ignoring that some of my best friends are mostly virtual at this point. Or, is it instead a reminder to me that nothing is ever really permanent, and that i should have alternate plans for when something i was counting on disappears from my life.
I don’t know.
I love to do combat via voicemail. I have a purpose, i have a script, the beep happens, and i’m all over the situation. Phone messages from me are business-like and succint and to the point – they are the patriot missile of inter-personal communication. I have no casualties
In the last two weeks i’ve found that i time all of my important calls around when people will definitely not be near their phones. Calls to the Realtor-From-Hell are made either before work (because i know he never gets to the office early) or around lunch (when he has a clueless flunky to attempt to field my laser-fine inquiry; i do well with flunkies). The new realtor gets calls around lunch as well (since he’s out showing properties) (and because his business manner makes me flustered and repetitive when he catches me on the phone). Calling out from work, in an emergency, is 8:35 on most days or 9:15 on Mondays (we have staff meetings). Mom is anytime (because she is never home and i can always slip her a quick beep to let her know that there’s a message without her being able to track me down).
I have yet to determine the in and out schedule of the woman at FolkFestival, but i have a lovely script that i intend to deliver to her voicemail about my unfortunate situation and that i hope to be in attendance next year. I’m not too keen on phoning her repeatedly from each office cubical to triangulate when she might leave for a soda or some banjo playin’, but i’ll passive-aggressively put the duty off until i can be sure to not get her on the phone, yes indeedy.
I have toll-free voicemail at the office if you call my extension through our main 800 number, if you’d like to strike up a battle with me. 9 to 5 just check my away message and then dial away.