I hate HR people who won't even bother to return phone calls or emails. If I'm out of the running, please be courteous enough to send me a form email at least.

I've left 3 messages for my daughter's lang. arts teacher. haven't had one returned yet.

My daughter is struggling for some reason - never had trouble like this before - but boy, oh boy, she sure is now. Getting an F. I've asked for progress reports from her and my daughter and still a struggle to get them.

I know my daughter's no angel - but I think there might be more to the story then I know.

Signed,

Waiting by the phone.

This is going to be a stupid story to tell... but I'll go with it. It's my hidden complaint about myself... The story goes like this:

I'm on the 405 heading into West LA, when I hear about a traffic accident right around Inglewood Ave. Apparently, it's blocking the carpool and the left lanes, so as expected, the freeway slows to a crawl as the left two lanes merge over. I merge over as well. There's an elderly (and by elderly, I had to question that the man at the wheel had the facilities to react quickly to any situation. A CHP cruiser had its flashers on behind this gentleman, so I allow some space for him to move to the right... but he doesn't seem to do it. He stops in the lane the officer needs to move through to get to the scene. Eventually, he makes his way in (I left so much room in front of me, it was rediculous), still partially blocking the carpool lane - however there was enough room for the officer to go around the left side of the appropriately champagne-colored sedan the elderly man was driving.

As we creep forward and eventually move past the wreckage, the traffic picks up for all of about 40 seconds, and then we're slow again. The elderly gentleman starts making his way back to the carpool, which is equally as slow, trying to merge into a spot where a van was. I notice another lady in the lane to my right chuckling and laughing at the situation. I look again, and she turned to light her cigarette... with one of those giant lighters that I think I've only used for starting fireplaces and barbeque grills.

Anyway - I had to laugh. Not so much a complaint, but to me a very silly view on California traffic. There's always something interesting to see, particularly if you're into the mundane. As I apparently am. :D

I hate it when you mistake spray adhesive for canned air, as my husband did at work today, and blew off his entire desk, mouse (in his hand) and various other things. I didn't witness it - but I hear he's in a sticky situation.

I was having such a frustrating time with getting some new software configured (even their tech support is scratching their head which isn't a good sign) - hearing that he'd done that made me laugh and cheered me up for some reason. Just knowing it could be worse.

HA! Good times, Betty, good times...

I had a manager at SBC who once mistook her nail glue for contact lense eye drops. Luckily the lense saved her eye, but she still lost most of her eye lashes.

I was curious too.

I had pretty much figured out what you were referring to, but I couldn't figure out the acronym.

Well you are!

For just a second, I thought you meant ole B.O.B. from The Black Hole

I reprepresent that remark.

~Bob

Were you momentarily possessed by NA?

Are you battery operated?