Love Thy Neighbour

I'm constantly learning lessons in life, some quicker than others. Today, I learned to keep my doors locked even if I'm home. Evidently nowadays one can't even enjoy a gorgeous summer day running in and out of the house at leisure and listening to tunes on the radio. While upstairs getting ready to head to the pool, I hear a knock on my door. I'm thinking to myself, "Oh crap, I wonder who that is" because I can't get to the door right now in my current state of dress (or not) as the case may be. Thinking after incessant knocking, this person would kindly cease attempt and walk away, I start to resume my pool plans. Then I hear the door open! I hear, "Hello!". I "hello" back hustling to find something to cover myself and I manage to find the corner of the wall at the landing at the top of my stairs. While I'm annoyed that my neighbour's kin takes the liberty to help herself to my house and all the while I'm trying to explain to her that I can't come to the door, she's loudly telling me to turn down my bass (apparently Lightning 100 is such a bass-booming station) because my neighbor is terminally ill and somehow because she hears "I'm Christian" that's supposed to make me walk downstairs partially naked and turn it down! Even the better in this episode is that in my fertive attempts to tell woman at my door why I can't come downstairs, she claims she can't hear me out of her left ear because my radio's too loud. Although my radio couldn't quite compare to the noise level at the last rock concert I attended, I did comply with her request because I'm not tacky like that. But, sheesh, the next time they have a request, I'd prefer them use the phone!

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Ode to Cold Storage

So, the delivery folks just brought my new fridge. After 5 years, the old one started its decline in the Spring and, myself in denial, I thought it would miraculously heal itself in time. Not a chance. So, I finally sucked it up and purchased one for roughly what it would have cost to contract a posse of fridge geeks to replace the compressor and other parts unknown to me. And in addition to the $50 delivery fee, I had to pay $20 because I have more than 6 steps to my house and this fridge wouldn't fit in the back door (2 steps). My continuous flirty banter and pottery barter didn't even work as payment either. Good to know I'm paying these fellas health and disability insurance when they blow a lumbar disc! Tonight, I'm celebrating cold storage with a trip to the grocery store for cookie dough ice cream!

Funeral Director?

Towards the end of my sophomore year of college with still an Undecided classification for a major, I took the Myers-Briggs personality inventory and the Strong career indicator. Of course, it told me the obvious--I'm a extrovertive, creative, artistic mind that would do best in jobs not related to anything mathematics or accounting and suggested I would make a good funeral director. Today, I randomly wondered if I took those tests again after 5 years experience in the "real world" if the results would be the same. I googled Myers-Briggs and took their online questions and I'm still an ESFP--extroverted, sensing, feeling, perceiving. I tried to take the online Strong, but at $80 just for the hell of it, no thanks. So, while I'm not at all surprised I'm an ESFP, I now wonder if I would still make a good funeral director like the test told me in 1996. In many ways it seems our generation has it a whole lot harder than previous generations with 80,000 occupations from which to choose. My parents went to college where the majors were education, nursing, and engineering. I went to college and took courses like mate selection, food and nutrition, organic gardening, and relationship competence. No wonder it takes more than 4 years to obtain a bachelors degree! And granted I have a very comfortable and accomodating cushy job right now that pays decent, funny how disability examiner never made it on the Top 5 what-do-you-want-to-be lists!