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www.consumerist.com (shoppers bite back)

So delicious to hear about the countless others frustrated with Big Corporations out there and their inability to actually serve their customers.

But I just realized I should never ever EVER go to this site again.

As I read I can feel my blood pressure rising and my heart start pumping (just like when I’m on the phone with a customer service rep) and I’ve probably just shortened my life by 10 minutes.

Long, deep, cleansing breaths…

For those of you who don’t suffer from CSR hate (see American S*#tlines) like I do, feel free to revel in the misery of others.

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I can’t bear the thought of dirty teeth.

As though the fuzzies will come after me.

There are two things I ask myself when I wake up: Did I Brush My Teeth and Did I Go To Bed With An Empty Stomach?

If the answers to both are Yes, I breathe a sigh of relief and know I’m off to a good start.

It just feels different.

Purely psychosomatic, I know.

I used to like phones.

I was a typical teenager.

For my 15th birthday my cake was a phone. Every time the phone rang, Julius the parrot would say, “Danielle, come!”

So WTF happened?

Nowadays, a ringing phone sends a jolt through my heart, my arhythmia kicks in, paralysis strikes, no no no…

No time to prepare.

What do they want?

Too many unknowns.

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This is James Mally, N.D. performing ear candling on a patient.
http://www.abundanthealth.com/art-ec.html

Life is full of so many minor amusements that tend to delight.

I love the little things.

Most of the time I don’t share what they are with others. Frankly, I don’t think many people are as comfortable with their quirks as I am. That’s not to say they don’t have them.

Here are couple things that I’ve been in remiss in posting about but have given me great joy in the past few weeks:

1. So after two years of intermittent discussion, we finally bought ear candles. Not that the actual ear candling experience was that great. And from all accounts and our own powers of observation it was much ado about nothing. I couldn’t really tell you that my aura felt any cleaner. But now, I’ve done it, I can say I’ve done it, and I have an extra pair handy if the need ever arises. I luuuurve being prepared for the unexpected.

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So there’s no real good reason why I haven’t posted in 10 days.

And it’s not that I haven’t felt like or have nothing to post about. I probably have at least four posts at least 50% written swimming around in my head.

But you know how it is.

Laziness is self-perpetuating. And since completing the GMAT (650–not shabby, but nothing phenomenal, just about what I deserved for the time I put in, I would say) two weeks ago, I’ve had no compelling reason to be productive outside of the workplace, and so I’ve been reveling in inertia.

So there you have it.

Well, no more.

Now I have a new, delicious project to work on and I’m feeling fine

Only a few days ago I was worrying that I was having another one of those months and maybe I should just sleep it off  until September when I start b-school. (That’s right I’m in!!!)

So there I was, hoping for some outside force to come and rescue me (everyone needs a little push every now and then) and, for once, my prayers were answered.

More on my new, fun project later.

I’m so excited I can’t contain myself!

I be back.

Technorati Tags: b-school, inertia, laziness

My gut talks to me on a daily basis.

It tells me how I’m feeling. It acknowledges insults, picks up “bad vibes,” and generally tortures me into picking at what’s wrong in my life at any given moment.

I’m a big advocate of the gut.

Like today.

I’m taking the GMAT tomorrow and my conscious mind doesn’t seem too worried about it. Nevertheless, my tummy is in knots, clearly awaiting impending doom.

Or maybe I’m just hungry.

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Safety first, I always say.

I’m not what you would call a risk-taker. I’ve pretty much always taken the road more traveled. Self-preservation, I say.

Risk-averse–that’s me. Probably the most risky thing I’ve done is move to LA. Which for most people, I’m sure, doesn’t seem risky at all, but it was huuuuge for me–leaving a good job, my brother, my home for 7 years, for a place I’d never even visited and wasn’t too impressed by in the abstract. Huge. Anyway, it’s turned out better than I expected so I’m definitely not complaining.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is when it comes to that whole risk/reward argument, I tend to err on the side of caution.

Well, this weekend I ended up in a high-risk situation–not physical risk, though, more like risk to my fragile self-esteem and delicate equilibrium.

The potential reward was manifested in a monetary sum and a feather in my professional cap.

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I’m a very typical Scorpio.

One the good side: passionate, intuitive. forceful, emotional.

On the bad side: obsessive, compulsive, resentful.

In one phrase: A pretty smart bitch you don’t want to mess with.

That my sign fits me so well has lent some credence to the field of astrology, at least in my mind. Yes, I do read my horoscope everyday. In fact, I read two–a daily and extended daily.

And that’s where it all falls to shit. For the past few weeks, my horoscopes have been completely contradictory.

Check it out:

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Clearly, a good time was had by all–just not that kind of good time. Call me a prude but I doubt I’d call that “fun” in the first place.

See more pics here.

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“It’s a signal that you are on the cutting edge if you feel like you’re experiencing early onset Alzheimer’s”*

~ Jennifer James, PhD

The Adaptive Executive

IABC Conference, New Orleans, June 26, 2007

Take that, blundering blunders.

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