Here It Is

Here's the first of three videos:

Edit:  Thanks to my wonderful husband for taking care of all the embedding issues while I was at work today.

Busy, Busy, Busy

Ok, so I had planned on having the "big video" that I'm uploading tomorrow be just that:  one, big video.  However, now it's going to be too large to fit into one upload.  So I've decided to split it up into three videos.  The first topic will be presented tomorrow; the second, on Saturday; and the third, on Sunday.  It's going to kick off with ron's topic, which ended up being about 5 minutes all by itself.  I guess I'm a little more wordy than I thought or I just have too many horrible impressions.

Saturday will be Tam's topic, which I can hopefully get the necessary props for today. 
Sunday will be Katie's topic.  I'm hoping Pepsi will cooperate for the filming.  She hasn't been feeling too hot lately, but if worse comes to worse, it'll just be a montage.

I hope you guys will enjoy these as they're my first videos, and I've put a lot of work into them (just ask my husband).  That's probably why this blog is so incredibly short, as well.

All The Women Wanted to Get Naked, and Picard Said, "Make It So"

I've already shared with you Daniel Radcliffe's appearance on the British comedy, Extras, but I was able to find a whole collection of shows on YouTube.  Everyone from Ian McKellen and Orlando Bloom to David Bowie and Kate Winslet have made appearances on the show.  My personal favorite, however, is Patrick Stewart's appearance.  I'll never look at Picard the same way again.  Make it so...

Just Call Me Gimpy or Pokey

I did something incredibly stupid at work yesterday.  It was far worse than the usual because I'm quite the idiot around there.  I always seem to find ways of injuring myself on a daily basis.  Yesterday was no exception.  It's a wonder I'm still alive.

I needed someone to carry out a crib and combo that I sold last night, so I was trying to figure out what guys we had.  I was told Shane was working, so I paged him.  I didn't realize he was on lunch until I saw him walk by a few minutes later, so I asked if he could do a carryout when he came back from clocking in.

In the meantime, I decided to put some things away, which ended up being bad because I got stopped by someone who needed help.  Luckily, it wasn't anything major, so I was able to walk away pretty quickly.
I started walking towards the desk, and my department manager told me that Shane was looking for me in the backroom.  Worrying that I might lose him, I started to run towards the back.  That was a huge mistake.

My first step into my run had all my weight thrown into it, and my foot didn't support it, so it buckled underneath me, and my foot went sideways and inward.  Not wanting to look like a complete idiot, I continued to run anyway; even though I was in excruciating pain at that point.  I even walked it off when I found him in the backroom and directed him to the furniture, but as soon as I walked out to the floor, I was tearing up over the pain.

For the rest of the night, I continued to walk on it, and the pain subsided a little bit, but as soon as I got home and took my shoes off, it was over with.  I couldn't walk.  My poor husband had to carry me around the house like Pollyanna for the remainder of the evening.

Today I was walking with a limp, and I felt like an idiot.  I got so many stares.  Olga tried picking up some sort of a brace at the dollar store, but they didn't have one for ankles, so I had to tough it out.  However, she said she had one at home in her basement that I could use, so I went over to her house and picked that up, and it seems to be helping a little bit.  It still hurts to walk, but at least I have a couple days off to heal.

I'm not sure if I just twisted it or if it's a sprain, but whatever it is, it hurts like a beeotch.

I Really Have No Life

The comments section of my last blog and Tam's blog are proof of that.  I lead a shallow existence that consists of sitting in this seat and typing random, bizarre comments on people's sites in hopes that someone will laugh at my expense.  It's sad, but I have fun, nonetheless.

I have to count myself lucky that I have a couple partners in crime that make me feel as if I'm actually funny.  Tam and "ron" (I've jumped on the bandwagon of lowercasing your name) are probably the only ones to comment on almost every blog (aside from my husband).  Even when I think that no one is reading it because I'm not getting feedback, they make me feel better when they comment; even if one of them has nothing better to say than call me a "racist, heartless bitch."  At least it's an honest post.

I sometimes feel like I don't have any cool people to hang out with anymore because they've either all gone out to college and don't live nearby or they don't know how to do anything else but go out and get trashed every night.  In case you weren't aware, that's not my thing.  My husband has a couple friends that he gets to hang out with on occasion, and everytime he does go out with them, I feel out of the loop. 

I was always more of a homebody, but I did like hanging out with people, and I did more of it.  Now I've felt confined to the house a lot.  It's kind of depressing, actually; especially in the winter.

However, Tam and ron have been making me feel a lot better lately.  I can't quite explain, but I feel like there are cool people out there to hang out with that don't want to go out and get trashed all the time.  On top of that, they have the same bizarre humor as I do, and we can accuse one of having a "pencil-sized monkey," and it's all in good fun.  What's even cooler is that I met both of them through doing what I love:  blogging.

The feeling is great.  Thanks for giving me some hope and being a support system for me during this rocky spot.  I appreciate it.

I Like Yu-Gi-Oh

God bless foreign people.  Really.  I love them.  They could keep me entertained for hours.  I especially love my foreign customers.  They're the greatest.

It was around 5:20 this evening when I walked to our desk to find three different people standing around it:  a woman looking at a magazine and an Asian couple.  I asked if anyone needed help.  The woman looked up and said, "No, thank you."  The Asian couple looked at eachother first before shaking their heads simultaneously.  Ok, fair enough.  I'll just continue on with what I'm doing.

I wrote down my work schedule, and I started to walk away from the desk when the Asian guy started following me.  Feeling him behind me, I turned and asked if he needed help.  He gave a faint, "yes" answer.
"What can I help you with today?"
"We need registry," he replied.
Unsure of whether he wanted a list printed out or if he wanted his wife to register, I asked, "You want a print-out of a registry?"
He uneasily answered, "Uh, no.  Uh, she need to do registry."
To affirm I understood correctly, I asked, "She wants to start a registry?"
"Uh...yeah."
"Ok, just have a seat and fill this out," I answered as I handed her the registry form to fill out.

She filled the entire thing out, I typed her information into the computer, and I handed her a gun.  I explained to her how to use the gun and the entire scanning process.  She interupted me mid-explanation.
"When I scan item, do I carry with me?"
Um...why are you asking that?  Why would you need to carry it with you?
She's foreign, Rachel.  Bear with her.
"Nope.  Just scan it, punch in the number of what you want, and hit enter.  Then you can go onto the next item."
She seemed unsure of what I meant, but she went along with it anyway.

About two minutes later, she came back with the gun...
Phew, that was quick.
...and she had two items with her.
What is she doing?
"All finished?"
"Yeah."

I brought her registry list up on the computer to find two items on it.  Guess she didn't put much effort into this.  I printed out a copy for her, and I handed it to her.  She was utterly confused.  She looked at one item on the list that was priced as $34.90, but the item itself was tagged $15.00.
"Is this original price?"
"Yes, but if someone were to buy it, they would pay $15.00."
"So this price I pay?"
Wait, something's wrong here...
My mind started putting things together, so I asked, "Did you want to register for a baby shower?  You know, for people to buy gifts off your list or are you buying those items?"
"I buy," was her reply.
"Ohhh.  I'm sorry.  I thought you wanted to register for a baby shower.  You just wanted to pay for these items?"
"Yeah.  I not understand.  We have different culture."

It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud.  All this time she spent filling out that form and scanning items was for nothing.  All she wanted was a frickin' cash register.  Ah, the joys of misunderstanding people.  See what it produces?

One Shoe, Two Shoe

I hate to say it, but I'm very particular about what kind of shoes I wear these days.  I've been a boots fan for the past few years now, and I can't see myself wearing anything else.  The only problem is that I go through them like a baby and disposable diapers (for lack of a better parallel).  The pair that I just bought at Kohl's a few months back was wearing down already.  The heel in the right boot is almost completely off.  I wasn't sure if I was going to make it through the day today as Saturdays usually require a lot of walking due to how busy the store is.

I know I must walk funny because my last pair of boots had the same problem in the same side shoe.  Only this time, the heel came off completely while I was walking on it.  Thankfully, I was walking to my car after work late at night.  I caught my heel on a pothole, and it snapped it right off [See?  Potholes are wrecking more than cars these days.].

Tonight, my husband and I went out to get myself some new shoes.  I really loathe shoe shopping, and I especially hate it when I'm tired out from work.  I tend to settle with whatever, and then I'm unhappy later on because of my laziness.

Our first stop was D.S.W., and I was really disappointed because I couldn't seem to find anything that fit right.  Oh, well, I thought, we'll just head over to Kohl's instead.
What was over at Kohl's?  Jack crap.  All the boots that they had left were a size 10.  Who the hell wears size 10, and why do they have so many?  I thought the average woman was somewhere around a size 7, but I guess they're trying to accomodate for Hewoman.  I suppose if my feet were as big as Stephen Hawking's brain, they'd fit just fine, but I guess I'll have to cut my losses and try somewhere else.

We then went over to WalMart since it was nearby.  They didn't have any boots.  Arrrgh.
Is there a reason why women's shoes are seasonal but men's aren't?  A man could go in and buy whatever kind of shoe he wanted at any time of the year, but a woman...oh, no.  She can't buy certain kinds of shoes because they're "off-season," and stores honor that.  What the hell?  I know it's almost summer, but I want my boots.  If I were a hooker, how would I manage?

We decided to head back to D.S.W. again since they seemed to have the best selection of any of the places we went.  I actually found a pair that fit, and I think they'll last longer.  I decided to go with a pair that didn't have a separate heel but was all connected throughout the bottom of the shoe.  This way I won't break the heel off and do an emergency run to a shoe store to find a new pair.

Now I'm content and tired.