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elvendoll...i am going to be more vocal...
it hasn't been a pretty day.
a customer really pissed me off. the thing is, even though this guy did the three major pet peeves i have for customers (1. was told to email in files, sent them, and called back 10 mins later for a solution 2. lied to tech support 3. contacted someone else in support & did not inform them that someone else was already working on the same problem), i got pretty angry right away. given that his insistance that i stay ont he phone with him while he does stupid things he can/should do on his own didn't help, i usually don't react to customers this strongly/personally - this guy had me fuirous! and i can't figure out how much was me letting it get to him, and how much was the guy being an ass.
but yeah, that didn't make the day go well... and i've been just angsty/frustrated/moody anyways.
so now i am home.
was in absolutely no mood or physical state to go to the gym, as i had a very late and heavy lunch that is still tumbling around in my belly. its one of those days i wish i had a walking buddy, because its pretty damn nice out.
though curling up under the blankets & reading sounds nice, too - i've neglected my book for the past week or so.
a poll i have seen around -
one year ago, october 2000
i was living where i curently am, with bill, scuba and max. bill and i had gone through a tough period in the summer, but it seemed like things were looking up for us. scuba had told me that he wanted to move out, and that bothered me a lot. i was not dealing with school, skipping classes, feeling like shit, and in a way, buckling into stress and SAD - this lead to me dropping out of school again, and having another tumor. on the other hand, i also have wonderful memories of spending time with bill in salem on the weekends - these memories have actually helped me deal with the change in season this time around.
two years ago, october 1999
i was living on prospect st, with amy and adrian, starting up school again after woking at TIAC for a year and working in the (boring) school computer labs. bill and i were in our honeymoon stage, while jedi & i started being friends again after a jelous stunt he pulled. i remember being very excited and hopeful at this point in my life - the trip i took to london in august of that year revved up my creative spirits and made me realize how much i missed actually living life...
five years ago, october 1996
junior year of high school. miserable and depressed is an understatement for that period in my life. my clinical depression started about a year ago this time, but having good friends and fun times in california kept it from fully blossoming... the move back to NJ nearly crippled me. memories include lots of despair, angst and time spent on the phone long distance. a key memory is blasting punk music through the house, and when my mom told me to turn it down, yelling at her that she took most of my life away by forcing me to move, and that i would not let her take away what little i had left (ie, the music) (no, not something i am proud of). thinking back, it may have also been in 1996 that kira came to boston with her family, and i trekked down from NJ to see her - which would have also made it my first time seeing/exploring boston ever (yes, i know its a pretty bad/small pic, but its what i'd chosen to post back then) (despite the fact that my father lived in worcester - he never took me into the city).
ten years ago, october 1991
i was in seventh grade, living in south orange, nj, and attending a public school in america for the first time ever. i was trying really hard to fit in, and within months it would start to become painfully obvious that i was failing. debbie was only a few months old, and i believe my great-aunt had just moved in with us, so it was a beginning of an unpleasant aspect of my life.
ttwenty years ago, october 1981
i was 2 - my parents had recently gotten divorced and my paternal aunt & unlce had just left for america - but i have no clue if/how either of these affected me. ha!
it feels really odd to be able to count decades.
(and i think i just ran out of steam)
it hasn't been a pretty day.
a customer really pissed me off. the thing is, even though this guy did the three major pet peeves i have for customers (1. was told to email in files, sent them, and called back 10 mins later for a solution 2. lied to tech support 3. contacted someone else in support & did not inform them that someone else was already working on the same problem), i got pretty angry right away. given that his insistance that i stay ont he phone with him while he does stupid things he can/should do on his own didn't help, i usually don't react to customers this strongly/personally - this guy had me fuirous! and i can't figure out how much was me letting it get to him, and how much was the guy being an ass.
but yeah, that didn't make the day go well... and i've been just angsty/frustrated/moody anyways.
so now i am home.
was in absolutely no mood or physical state to go to the gym, as i had a very late and heavy lunch that is still tumbling around in my belly. its one of those days i wish i had a walking buddy, because its pretty damn nice out.
though curling up under the blankets & reading sounds nice, too - i've neglected my book for the past week or so.
a poll i have seen around -
one year ago, october 2000
i was living where i curently am, with bill, scuba and max. bill and i had gone through a tough period in the summer, but it seemed like things were looking up for us. scuba had told me that he wanted to move out, and that bothered me a lot. i was not dealing with school, skipping classes, feeling like shit, and in a way, buckling into stress and SAD - this lead to me dropping out of school again, and having another tumor. on the other hand, i also have wonderful memories of spending time with bill in salem on the weekends - these memories have actually helped me deal with the change in season this time around.
two years ago, october 1999
i was living on prospect st, with amy and adrian, starting up school again after woking at TIAC for a year and working in the (boring) school computer labs. bill and i were in our honeymoon stage, while jedi & i started being friends again after a jelous stunt he pulled. i remember being very excited and hopeful at this point in my life - the trip i took to london in august of that year revved up my creative spirits and made me realize how much i missed actually living life...
five years ago, october 1996
junior year of high school. miserable and depressed is an understatement for that period in my life. my clinical depression started about a year ago this time, but having good friends and fun times in california kept it from fully blossoming... the move back to NJ nearly crippled me. memories include lots of despair, angst and time spent on the phone long distance. a key memory is blasting punk music through the house, and when my mom told me to turn it down, yelling at her that she took most of my life away by forcing me to move, and that i would not let her take away what little i had left (ie, the music) (no, not something i am proud of). thinking back, it may have also been in 1996 that kira came to boston with her family, and i trekked down from NJ to see her - which would have also made it my first time seeing/exploring boston ever (yes, i know its a pretty bad/small pic, but its what i'd chosen to post back then) (despite the fact that my father lived in worcester - he never took me into the city).
ten years ago, october 1991
i was in seventh grade, living in south orange, nj, and attending a public school in america for the first time ever. i was trying really hard to fit in, and within months it would start to become painfully obvious that i was failing. debbie was only a few months old, and i believe my great-aunt had just moved in with us, so it was a beginning of an unpleasant aspect of my life.
ttwenty years ago, october 1981
i was 2 - my parents had recently gotten divorced and my paternal aunt & unlce had just left for america - but i have no clue if/how either of these affected me. ha!
it feels really odd to be able to count decades.
(and i think i just ran out of steam)
