man, i have felt tired all day today, like i was going to fall asleep at any moment. i’d like to do a giant recap of the last month but i’m afraid that’ll only unfold one piece at a time. so much has happened in the past month, too: first derby bout, things going on at work, family events, crazy dreams, hilarious quotes and hanging out a lot with cynicalscribe. too bad you’ll have to get it bit by bit, though.

it’s customer service appreciation week at work this week. this means casual wear every day, and each day has a particular theme. i don’t know what the theme for today was, but we got bags of snacks and there was some drawing contest and a jeopardy game all about different products and services. tomorrow we get scratch-off tickets to win different prizes and there’s a few other things going on that i can’t remember. i can’t remember what we’re doing wednesday either (i think it’s “sports day with basketball games and double-dutch tournaments), thursday is “news” day (with a photojournalism contest — i think they just wanted an excuse to try to give me an award), and i don’t know what the plan is for friday other than we get a free lunch (yeah, yeah, TANSTAAFL, whatever).

if it were really customer service appreciation week i wouldn’t have to do anything. not that i really did anything today anyway… one of my supervisors and the manager of the phone team came to me with an escalation where a sales rep was meeting with her customer so they could port in 43 telephone numbers to replace some of their current telephone numbers, but i spent literally the entire day playing phone tag with this rep and walking her through the information she needed. and it was all common-sense stuff too! then i’d have to sit around and wait for her to call me back with more info, and after she’d hang up i’d realize she was missing something else. then i would call her and get her voicemail and leave a message for more info but wouldn’t hear back from her for an hour and a half… and even then i was on my lunch break and wasn’t going to be answering my phone even though she kept calling my cell every 2 minutes. i’ve been waiting all day for you to get back to me, lady – another 15 minutes is not going to kill you, especially when you should have just sent us an email with the transfer information in the first place. oh well, at least it gives me stuff to take my time on for a few hours tomorrow.

GODDAMN, this national league wild-card tiebreaker is DEFINITELY a tiebreaker! 13th inning now and the rockies just tied it back up from 8-6. holy crap! i really would prefer san diego to win over the rockies, but things aren’t looking good with men on first and third with no outs in the bottom of the 13th now. nevermind, rockies just won, imagine that.

amccrerey1 sent me an email today to see if i’d be interested in doing some photography for a project for the charm city roller girls, and i passed along itsonlyroknroll‘s info as well since he’s great at portraits and such too. i met a guy at hannahchan‘s going away / duckpin bowling party who works for the associated press, and when he saw my camera and heard of my photography interests he told me that they’re always looking for freelancers since their usual photographers keep going off to photograph weddings. i need to put together stuff to send to him so he can let whoever he needs to let know that i’m interested. too bad the photography bureau itself is in new york city, though – they’ve got a position open for a photo editor that i’d be qualified for.

tomorrow i’ve got my statistics class. my instructor reminds me a bit of my old high school english teacher mr. carroll — while mr. carroll had a habit of saying “nright” and “mmkay?”, my statistics instructor likes to say “what?” and then answer himself. for example, he might say “and the site this post is on is what? livejournal!” well, last week i figured i’d tally up the number of times he said “what?” where he could or did answer himself. in a class that lasted from 7 to 9:30 pm (150 minutes, including a 10 minute break where i wasn’t in the class), he said “what?” where he could answer himself 223 times! a “what?” about 1.5 times every minute! that doesn’t even include the number of times he might have said it during the 10 minute break when i wasn’t in the class! i thought i was being smooth by just sitting there and making my tally marks when he would say it, at least until the last 10 minutes of the class. i was making 4 rows of 25 tally marks each and then i’d draw a separating line for every 100 marks. in the last 10 minutes the guy sitting behind me tapped me on the shoulder and whispered “are you marking down each time he says ‘what?’??”, and i whispered back “yeah… *circled a section* …see that? that’s 100!” maybe i should tally it up in other class sections and make some statistics out of it for kicks. 😛