Saturday, July 20, 2013

Re-Merchandising (the trend)

I'm in a snippy mood today.  Don't use that word often, never actually, but it pretty well sums it up.  No coffee before the weight watchers meeting, more irritated than inspired during the meeting, too much avocado on my scramble, obsession with cherry pie from Elizabethan resisted, then I stop at Trader Joes.  The newly remodeled Trader Joes.  Where in the heck did they move stuff, all I want to do is get my corn tortilla flatbreads, my marinated mozzarella, and carry on.

All the local supermarkets seem to be doing this, the big guys I mean.  It has irritated me for years, just when I know what i want and where it is they move it.  Or they decide that no one is buying my favorite bread, or the kind of 1/2 cake i like, or else they move it somewhere that makes no logical sense.

Now that that is off my chest, after sharing my thought with the cashier at TJ's , i think I should put myself on time out, until I have something nice to say. :)

Electronic Messages from Work

Email,texting, instant messaging.  No one listens to voicemail anymore, and I don't either. 

I simply return the calls I get, and take care of it.

I am amazed at the number of people who have no clue about how to properly use electronic tools.  For example, sending an email to 75 people without using the BCC box to hide the long list of people.  Or seeing a post on something you want more info on, but instead of taking the time to ask the poster for more info, they hit reply all and send their "me too" message to the entire original group which creates another message notification for each of those people.

There are also the serial forwarders.  They think that everyone loves to see things they are interested in, or maybe they get points for the number of friends they contact via email or on facebook or whatever.  Please do not forward stuff to me, unless it is something you know that "I"  might be interested in.  Do not send me jokes, suggestions for supplements to purchase, or anything that requires a large download or a large file unless you ask first.  Or know that I am deleting it, without looking.

A more recent irritation is people who answer their work emails, or initiate work emails outside of business hours.  It can be 4am or midnight, they give little thought to the fact that someone else might be asleep, driving, handling a health emergency, or whatever.  I don't know about you, but when my boss sends me an email close to midnight I'm going to assume it's an emergency.  And when it's not, it keeps me up even later worrying about the "expectation" of a response.

I can say, however, that the bad habits of others have inspired me to be more considerate of my peers and/or subordinates.  I do not email something outside of business hours unless i preface it on the subject line (don't read until Monday).or something to indicate "it can wait."

That is however, unless I am given the instruction to do so by MY boss.  I wish I didn't feel that I had to cover my behind, but I have hard evidence I do.  I do however wish to pass on my plea to anyone who actually read through this entire diatribe....please respect my time outside and inside of working hours. 

If it's an emergency, call me. 

Invisible Garage Sales

This morning, at the crack of dawn, I was headed for my weekly "remember not to eat everything that comes into your reach" meeting.   I follow pretty much the same routine every Saturday morning.  Alarm goes off, find the lightest clothing possible for the weigh-in, put on my flip flop crocs, quick look in the mirror, brush teeth, find my "activity monitor", pull out of the garage, get the dogs into the back of the car, prepare their breakfast, insert into crates, close the back hatch, hit the garage door "closer" and head for the freeway.  Get off 3 exits south, make a left at the stop sign, make a left at the second signal along the frontage road, make a right at the first street swinging way over into the incoming traffic lane so i can manuever into Quick Fix in Encinitas for a cuppa. 

Today, doors open wide, but no one there to make coffee.  bummer.  I wait 3 seconds (i'm already running late for the weigh in line and hate to get stuck standing in a queue for a half hour) and pull back onto the frontage road, left at the signal , pass by the place where they sell flowers under a pop up on the south side, then hit the red light approaching SDA. 

Across the intersection, on the south side, there is an empty lot.  I've often wondered who owns this, and why no one has ever built anything on it, as far as I can remember.  There are always signs for garage sales, plant sales, poinsettia sales, christmas tree sales planted there, and a couple of cars are ususally parked adjacent to or along the curb line with obvious sale signs.    I've never seen it full of weeds or trash, so someone must maintain it. 

I've begun to notice that there are usually some people selling stuff on the lot.  Not commercial stuff, things that are pretty well worn, clothing and all sorts of random stuff, obviously used.  Today there were two tables, with a lady sitting on a chair behind them.  A string was tied between the two tables and what looked like kids clothes on hangers drooped towards the blanket placed underneath them- a bit of protection from the bare earth. 

There were 5 men standing there, chatting with the woman.  And oh,  by the way, no garage in sight.