A little preview of a song I'm working on. Note that the awkward Background singing is at it's best.

I had a little fun last night with the trending topic on twitter...(in case you don't twit -a company is giving away macbook pros.)

Have a look:



And a little pic: the moonfruit setting over chicago (ish) here

Yesterday at work I answered the phone: "blah blah blah This is Ssan how can I help you?"

"WHO?"

"Susan."

"Oh, is brain there?"

OK STOP.

Brian is a random customer who may be homeless. Nice guy, a little on the non-sequitur side. Why I gave him the phone, I don't know. I think it was because I was so surprised.

Anyway, the phone died in the middle of this fascinating conversation. So my co-worker answers the phone five minutes later, gets yelled at for the inconvenience, and is so shocked that SHE gives the phone to Brian too.

What? And why are you rude? I'm doing YOU a favor, remember?

Granted, both individuals are basically homeless, and pretty socially inept.

Here's the dilemma: When a customer (and I use that term loosely) calls because of an "emergency" multiple times, FOR ANOTHER CUSTOMER..... when do I say, "I'm not a phone service."Because they don't have phones, and all the pay phones in out area are broken. So do I make an ever widening exception? Or do I slap down the company policy? Is it really hurting me?

I don't know, but every day, it's something new....

Remeber the "Amazing cookie Jar" by Viska?Let me refresh your memory:



A t-shirt response to the works of greatness is in order. I give you:

The other day I had such a bad day that the parking meter told me I was a failure. Which was rude, by the way.

No, I'm serious. Got to work at about 4:30a, an all the street signs said no parking between 7a and 9a. So I was going to have to move the car at some point.

After searching , I found a metered parking lot. I needed about 3 hours. In went the coins. It then read:
FAIL!
FAIL!
FAIL!
FAIL!

What? Who is this stupid parking meter telling me I failed?
I hit it.

Then a man told me there was no fee for parking on sunday.

So I guess i did fail?

So at work today, doing a little cleaning outside and talking to a co-worker when this guy walks up and says, "Excuse me." He's an old hippie man wearing (literally) rose colored glasses. I'm assuming he wants something from me.

No.

He reaches past me to the brick wall, where from a crevice he pulls out A CIGAR. Apparently this is where he stores it overnight.

WHAT??

Really? I work in a suburb. Where are these people from? How do they find me? Why are they using my wall as a cigar box?

I discovered this music video the other day while scoping out some video's for my husband's music industry blog (you can check it out here: here.

Anyway, it starts a little slow, but it's amazing. It might even be t-shirt amazing.