Are you Debra [my last name]?
Yes, I am.
Really?! Are you McKenna’s mom? McKenna is in the same class as my son.
Um, no. Are you sure McKenna’s last name is [my last name]?
Yes, McKenna [one letter different than my last name].
Well, there you go. My name is [this], McKenna’s name is [that].
Are you sure you’re not McKenna’s mom?
Yeah…I think I would remember something like that.
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This afternoon, I had a VERY lengthy conversation with one of our suppliers, which at one point required me to give him my first and last names (I normally stick to just Debra on these types of calls. Like Cher. Or Brangelina.) and company email address so he could forward an email to me that he received from someone else at the company.
To me, the call was frustrating and tiring. But, being the good corporate soldier that I am, I kept my cool and treated the guy with a perfect combination of professionalism and friendliness. Two hours after hanging up, the guy found me on IM and asked for my phone number. I gave him our Help Desk number because duh, if you need help that’s what you call. No, he wanted MY number.
I closed the window and blocked him from my IM. This soldier is now MIA. Damn my sexy phone voice.
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I’ve been doing the 30 Day Shred workouts for a little over a week now. If you’re on the blogosphere, you probably have read other people’s accounts of this as well. It is B-R-U-T-A-L. And, I am convinced that Jillian is evil. Anyone who says things like, “I want you to be gargling your heart by the time this is over.” is not a nice person. I’m just saying. I call this the Catholic Mass of workout videos. It is 20 minutes of up-down, stand-squat, hit the ground-get back up craziness.
And I’m kind of sick because I love it.
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Every morning, while eating my breakfast, I logon to check my email, read blogs, and maybe send a tweet or two. This morning, my broadband was down. I don’t even want to admit to the level of panic that shot through me. To top it off, my cell phone, from which I normally tweet and check blogs during the day, wasn’t working either. I was thisclose to hyperventilating and ending up on the floor under my desk in a fetal position.
The amount of hysteria I felt welling up in me was incredibly disturbing. I felt completely and utterly cut off from everyone. All of a sudden, I had this overwhelming desire to talk to each and every one of you. I HAD to talk to you because how could I get through the day without knowing how you were? God forbid something big happen in your life TODAY and I wouldn’t hear about it until TOMORROW. The horror!
So I’m making the offer — if anyone wants to exchange phone numbers and actually have a phone conversation (that’s still a thing, right?), I would love it. Or, you know, we wouldn’t even have to talk other than emergencies but I could at least have someone to call to say, “Dude! My internet is down! Send valium and whatever you do, don’t do anything tweetable until it comes back up!”
How annoying/incredible is it that we can feel so connected to people we’ve never met? Or is that just incredibly annoying?
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And, lastly, knowing what I know now…how am I ever going to be able to cross off #24 from my 100 Things list? I will have to be in a coma. Or alone with Vincent D’Onofrio. These are my only options.











