I’m a huge reduce, reuse and recycle fan. I might even be militant. Sometimes when I see a toilet paper roll in the bathroom trash my head turns red and I almost pop. Then I remember that I live with other people with different priorities and that I’m lucky to have a house at all. So many people don’t.
I save all envelopes for reuse. Some companies are really nice and leave the front mostly blank except for their address; that’s easy–just stick a label on top of their address and boom! One small fraction of a tree is saved.
It is not so easy with window envelopes. First of all, why are there so many damn types of window envelopes? It’s like businesses think they’ll stand out by having their address in a unique place. Looking through my stack of window envelopes just now I had like fourteen different kinds, none of which easily fit my IRS tax payment form (which was obviously made for a window envelope).
A full five minutes later I’d managed to fold my tax payment form a bunch of different ways and position the IRS’ address in the window meant for some bank statement. But what an ordeal! Those are five minutes I’ll never get back, world. All to save you.
You’re welcome.
What if it’s anthrax?? A bomb in disguise?
Or a present?? But why would anyone but me a present from Office Depot??
Amid all these questions, I tore open the package to discover.
A catalog. Or, as they like to call it, the Big Book 2011.
Thanks Office Depot, but next time you can save on the postage and the printing costs. I have the Internet at my fingertips. Have you heard of it?
Today I’m using red and orange, for these are the colors that usually represent hot. And hot I am! All day I’ve been totally sweating. Well lets give up the hot. Every other subject will be red.
1st Subject: People I hate.
Spoiler alert!! There is no second subject!
Ana. Bitch of all Bitches. Queen of fat. Duke of ugly. President of mean. You get the picture?
Julie. Don’t know why but I do.
Megan. Bitch. Even meaner than Ana. That’s pretty mean, too. Who else does 12-year-old you hate??
I haven’t written for awhile ‘cause there’s been nothing going on. Erica’s been back for a few days now. I wrote Becky. I still think about Andy alot. He’s usually on my mind.
The last night before last Dad brought home Glider. When I found it (in the silverware drawer) I yelled with pleasure.
You can yell with pleasure too! Glider is a really great game. I still love it, and it's available for download and will work on most computers!!
Today he brought home Tetris. Those are my favorite games. Before I barely was on the computer. Now I’m addicted. I have to wear the amulet to keep away the computer “vibes”. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m the best at Glider.
I’m glad that “paper is patient”. I pour all my secrets in this diary. Well almost all of them. I suppose there are still some. I know somebody’s going to read this, so I’m apprehensive of what I write.
Becky always used to laugh at what I wrote. I felt, hey, what kind of best friend would laugh at my feelings? I think it’s absolutely horrible.
In fact I used to write my secrets in cursive, so she couldn’t read it. I have alot of anger towards her. Today I’m going to pour everything about Becky into here. Wonderful. I just marked my white shirt with blue. (You can laugh at that) Want to learn everything 12 year old me didn’t like about Becky?? Read on!
Becky is a DOA..I made that up. It stands for Daughter of an asshole. She is also a major bitch. At Great America on Saturday she was being a major spoiled sport. She just had to have her own way. She wouldn’t go on Top Gun or Vortex or even the Fiddlers Fling, which is a lame ride. I might be able to understand about Top Gun but she wouldn’t go on the Blue Streak if her life depended on it! (The Blue Streak is a kiddie roller coaster!).
She spent all Saturday complaining about the long lines and how her vein in her foot hurt. In fact I was only with her for about an hour and a half. After that I got fed up and Emily and I left to go on by ourselves. Only we were stuck with Christy. Only till four though. After the awards ceremony (our band took 4th and got the Spirit Award) Emily and I took off leaving Becky and Alexis with Christy.
Ok so me and Emily had a great time. We went on Vortex and that is THE BEST!!!!!!!!! We didn’t have time to go on Top Gun. After all the line went through two lands!!!
Ok, so 8:30 rolls around and we meet with our chaperone’s and stuff. Emily and Christy, and Alexis make up this outlandish story about how they went on all of the scary rides like Vortex, Top Gun, the Demon. Anyway they’re scared like Hell of these rides and would never go on any of them.
Oh I forgot, when we were with Christy, we were talking bad about Becky and Alexis. Guess what? Christy told them!!!! So there we were. They were all pissed at us and telling LIES!!!! So they’re DOAs and Bitches!!!!!
It was hecka funny in the car on the way home. Becky says she was tired and didn’t remember if she went on Top Gun or not!!!! If you went on Top Gun you would remember it. It would be the best thing that ever would happen to you. Sure she’s tire. She also said that she thinks she bumped her head?!!!! Sure, Becky we believe you?!!!! HA, HA!!! That is why Becky M. is a DOA
My friend Jigar sent over this New York Times story about Tupperware’s new campaign to better use social media.
I’m sure we’re all familiar with the Tupperware scheme, but let’s review. Tupperware does not spend money on traditional marketing campaigns. Instead they build a workforce of women who sell Tupperware by convincing friends and strangers to host Tupperware parties.
I love Tupperware, and I use it every day. I started selling it because I recognized how great of a product it was. I never sold that much of it because it comes with a very high price tag.
For whatever reason (and I have my theories) Tupperware is an investment. You invest in quality, and the fact that it’s going to be around forever and you can get replacement lids and yadda yadda. But you have to have that cash upfront to commit, and a lot of people just don’t have that. Especially a lot of my friends who are primarily still barely post college. (What’s that? I’m 7 years out?? It feels like yesterday.)
So I didn’t sell much, but I have continued trying to convince my friends and loved ones to make the investment because it’s worth it. I’ve had daydreams for years about making fun Tupperware commercials on Youtube and selling products that way. My sister and I embarked on this scheme back in 2006 before I read Tupperware’s Internet Terms and Conditions. Read on…
I have been their customer for years, and yet they continue to send advertisements for their services almost weekly.
Not only is it a waste of money and paper (you know they aren’t buying recycled), but it screams, “We charge you SO MUCH more than we need to so we can afford ongoing direct mail campaigns without even caring whether we’re pitching to our very own customers!”
As a small business owner, I’m honored to receive double the direct mail offering me products to which I already subscribe. And for this, I hate you, Comcast. I also hate you for all the hidden fees you sneak into my bill every month. Not cool, Comcast.
I look forward to heading over to your local office within the next two weeks and turning in my DVR, receiver, remotes and anything else in the house labeled Comcast.
I finally found a local internet provider, Sonic. They’re coming tomorrow to hook me up. EXCITED!
(Not that that will keep me from receiving the Comcast spam snail mail, though.) Why do you hate Comcast?
I really enjoyed the deal you gave me on my Canon SD 1000 two and a half years ago. Such a great little machine and such a great price.
Even though I was bummed that it finally kicked the bucket after getting wet on the way to the Prince concert, I knew you would have my back. I checked your prices. They hadn’t budged from the 2009 prices proving what I knew: that the Canon SD 1000 is a solid companion of a digital camera.
I added it to my shopping cart. I snap photos all day long–I can’t be without a camera for long. “Check out”, I tell your website, “check out.” Nothing happens. Again and again. Read on…
1. Hearing about Charlie Sheen.
Who is Charlie Sheen?? Some ass that locked a prostitute in a closet or some shit??? Let’s move on already.
2. Income Taxes
I have to allocate a portion of profits to support a war I don’t agree with and a political system that makes me sick.
3. Roommates
I love the two people I live with. But three people with one bathroom?? I always have to pee when someone’s in the shower. Yeah that’s not the worst thing in the world… what do you think?
I spent some time today editing photos from our trip last weekend to Greenville, California, and was excited to post about them.
I included in the post a little plug for this WordPress plug-in called Shashin that allows me to insert Picasa web albums in posts I write. I’ve used it in a blog post here or there to quickly add a bunch of photos.
The software that you run on your computer that goes with Picasa web albums (also called Picasa) allows you to easily look through and edit the photos on your computer. My favorite part is how it allows me to upload my photos to the web in one click. You can set an album of photos to be viewable by invitation, everyone or no one. Read on…
