On this Thursday of a short work week, I find myself incapable of stringing together a cohesive idea for a blog post. So, here are the thoughts running through my head:
I hate staples. I'm not talking about the mega office supply store. I'm talking about the metal fasteners that people use to keep papers together. When a Short Sale client hands me pages upon pages of financial documents that are stapled in smaller bundles, I want to scream. Staples don't go through a scanner or fax machine and removing them is a pain. I love BIG paper clips.
Whoever thought customer servie call centers in foreign lands was a good idea, I would like to smack the crap out of. I've spent two days on the phone with Siruis XM Radio trying to "consolidate" our three household radios. Apparently, the definition of consolidate is different overseas than it is here. I want one bill. "That is impossible because the RAD-e-os are on different billing cycles." Precisely the reason I would like to consolidate the accounts. Not only can they NOT truly consolidate my accounts, but they screwed up my premium subscription so I was unable to listen to Opie & Anthony today. Grrrr.
If you have bad news relating to a shared real estate transaction, give it to me. Don't hide it from me. Don't avoid me. I'm a professional. I can handle it. And if you don't tell me, it doesn't mean I'm not going to find out anyway. Bad news never gets better with time. And allowing me to find out elsewhere just makes you look bad.
If you don't have a Fujitsu ScanSnap, you don't know what you are missing.
If you are afraid of dumpster divers getting your personal financial information, SHRED IT BEFORE IT GETS TO THE CURB. It's easier than catching a dumpster diver.
I hate playing leap frog with Cindy Jones on the Active Rain Leader Board. I feel guilty every time I pass her because I truly like and respect her.
How can a woman FORGET that her two year old son was in the minivan when she parked it on a hot summer day? It happened to a woman who is a local veterinarian in my area and her son died from exposure to heat after being in the car for about eight hours. Thankfully, my pets don't go to her practice. If that's how she is with her own child, I'd hate to see what she forgets to do with animals in her care.
All right. It's time for dinner. Who's cooking? Oh! I am? Better get on that....