This week, while Jason and I were running errands, I took my watch in to get the battery changed. When we came back to pick it up, the salesgirl told us that she was able to change the battery, but she couldn’t wind it because the winder was stuck. So, daintyfingers that I am, I tried to pry the winder out and broke the damn thing.
I have a Skagen. I LOVE my watch. I’ve had it for eight years, and am more in love with it now than I was when I got it. I love my watch. I almost cried when it broke. The sales chick told me (and I knew this) that Skagen has a lifetime guarantee. So, I can return it to get fixed and they’ll send it back to me, voila!
Jason tried to return it while I was gone this week, but didn’t have enough time. So last night, I called to find out if I could do this without my original receipt (the website said it had to be registered with the original receipt) and spoke to a very nice man who said, sure, no problem, send it in. Then he asked what the problem was. I told him I broke the winder off an 8 year old watch. He said, oh, there’s your problem. It’s 8 years old. We may not have the parts for that.
BUT!!! So, if they don’t have the parts, and can’t fix it, I get a certificate good for any other Skagen watch I want.
Whoop!
I’d really rather have my watch back, though. But, if they can’t do it, I want this one.
I am right now blogging while drinking my morning coffee and eating my bowl of cereal from my kitchen. The love of my life got me a wireless router and set us up with a wireless network so I can blog while in the bedroom, if I want. It’s great!
Jason’s been doing all sorts of neato boyfriendy stuff while I’ve been traveling recently. He cleaned my kitchen, for example. He mowed the lawn. He put up a new shelf in the bathroom (which Ansel, I believe, promptly got on and shattered one of the glass shelves) I love having him here. It’s great. On days when he’s here and I’m actually in the office, when I come home, he’s here! On days when I’m traveling and he’s here, he takes care of my kids.
He cooks, too. He grills like it’s going out of style.
I’m so spoiled. Oh my gosh I love it.
This morning I was all set to get my butt on down to the DE DMV to get a new Driver’s license and register my car when I found out….
The DMV isn’t open on Saturdays!!!
Suck! I was so spoiled living in MD, I do have to say. Those MD MVA people know their stuff, they do! Open on Saturdays!
Dang it! Hot Pot of Coffee! But now I don’t have to get a shower for a little while longer, which is good.
Due to the proddings of one of my faithful readers, I’ve come out of my work-induced hibernation to post.
So for the past few days I’ve been up in my company’s PA office. The pharma study I’m on is not going well, and they’ve asked the people on my study to convene in the PA office (my corporate head office) to be surrounded by VP’s and directors and the like to talk about how to get this puppy back on track.
I’m ready to drink cyanide laced kool-aid, folks. This just isn’t fun. I received an email on Monday morning from a VP up here saying it was mandatory that I attend this pow wow from Tuesday till Friday.
Also Monday morning, Jason showed up at 7am, having just gotten off work. He couldn’t come with, as he had to go back to work on Weds night, and I didn’t want to be subjected to 3 hour plus travel time home fighting Philly traffic. So I stayed up here while Jason got to play with my kids.
Suck!
So, I’ve been at the office for 9-10 hour plus days, no breaks, meetings galore. Yucky. What’s really great is every fifteen minutes I get a pep talk where someone invariably tells me “you’re doing a great job, but you can try harder, can’t you?”
ARRRRRRGGGH.
I’ll post more after this weekend. Next week, I think there’s a pretty good chance the love of my life will come with me to a site visit in New York. That’s exciting!
In listening to Here and Now one afternoon last week, I heard one of the announcers state that there are two proposed movies about 9/11 coming out soon.
At first I didn’t know how to feel about it, but I’ve since gotten a clue.
One stars Nicolas Cage as one of the Port Authority workers that got stuck in the rubble of 9/11 with Oliver Stone set to direct. On the one hand, the two PA workers they’re featuring are still alive, and will have input about what the movie will feature, so it won’t be just a blatant “This is what I think happened on 9/11 no matter what the footage says”. On the other hand, it’s an Oliver Stone movie. I mean, come on.
The second movie is about the plane that crashed in PA. Other than the cell phone calls, no one really knows what happened on that plane. The guy that directed the Bourne Supremacy will be directing this particular movie and I’m more concerned about how this one will turn out than the Oliver Stone one. It apparently is going to be made documentary style. This bothers me. No one was there.
Couldn’t these guys wait a while before making movies about this? I know that I’m not the only one who feels this way. Does anyone really want to see a dramatization of one of the single most dramatic events to occur in the United States? We’ve already seen it happen. We saw it on 9/11, we saw it every day after for a while. Can’t we leave those affected with their memories about the event alone without making box-office thrillers about it? This seems very sacreligious somehow. I mean, the nerve. This just doesn’t sit right with me.
Sadly, I seem to find myself one cat short. This weekend, Lucy, the part feral black kitten I inherited last winter, decided to hide in a loveseat in my basement. This particular loveseat was going to be heading to my friend Carl’s house on Saturday, and when Carl came to pick it up, I made sure to shoo Lucy out from underneath it.
Unfortutenatly, she got back in and I didn’t notice. So, Jason and Carl wrangled the sofa up the stairs and out into the truck, and the couch stayed in there all night long. When Carl went to open up the truck the next day, Lucy popped out and ran for cover. So she’s somewhere in Carl’s neighborhood at the moment. Carl called on Sunday afternoon, and I promptly went into hysterics and headed for Cheryl’s house where she has a havahart trap. So we set the trap by the garage of one of Carl’s neighbors, where Lucy ran.
This is awful. I’m so worried about her. I know the chances of me getting her back are very slim, but right now that’s what I want most in the world. She’s so small. The only good thing about this whole situation is that she had just been spayed, so if she doesn’t come back, she won’t be able to have babies.
Oh, suck.
While listening to Morning Edition this morning on NPR, I was heartbroken to hear the stories of loss and devastation coming from Louisiana and Mississippi, like this one. Those poor people. So, I’m reneging on my vow from yesterday to leave the compassion pleas to my girlfriends.
I made my donation this morning to Salavtion Army. Would anyone else care to join me?
So in line with my friends Stationery Queen and Texas Biscut, I too am disheartened and saddened by the devastation caused by Katrina.
However, I’ll leave it to my girlfriends above to post about the losses and heartaches. Myself, I’m sickened by President Bush’s proclomation that “…I’m not expecting much from foreign nations because we haven’t asked for it….this country’s gonna rise up and take care of it…you know we’d love help, but we’re gonna take care of our own business as well, and there’s no doubt in my mind that we’ll succeed.”
How pompus. Can we say stubborn? The hurricane victims need more aid than we in the US are able to give right now, and if there are other countries willing to help out, there’s no shame in saying we’d appriciate a helping hand.
Oh, that man makes me sick.
