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May 1, 2010

A Trip Back in Time

Because I'm still busy finishing out the semester, I'm going to post some funny stories that I came upon while looking through old documents from college. This is from a paper I wrote for sociology in which we had to use sociology terms while writing our life stories...

Sixth grade was not the most significant year, but it was the year I learned what real embarrassment felt like. My friend C. and I were being silly one afternoon and decided to write a love letter to a boy I liked, R. We wrote the letter with the intention of slipping it in his locker. We signed the name Madonna on the letter so that he wouldn't know whom it was from. The next day at school, we waited in the hallway until no one was around and then stuffed the letter into his locker. Later in the day during English class, R., who sat in front of me, showed the letter to another boy. They both laughed and R. jokingly turned around and said to me "I bet you wrote this letter." Horrified, I quickly replied "No!" and looked away, fearful that I had turned bright red. Thankfully, R. turned back around and did not press the issue any further. However, later in the day when we both happened to be at our lockers, which were right next to each other, R. asked me, "Did you write that letter?" I didn't want to admit the truth, but was also aware that my profuse blushing had probably already given me away. I spotted a quarter in my locker and turned to R. and said, "Here, take this and don't tell anyone." R. walked away happily with my quarter, and I swore that I would never again write a secret love letter to anyone. My "paying R. off" is equivalent to fleeing an embarrassing situation that cannot be laughed off (Gross and Stone 125). The entire incident was embarrassing because I had lost control of my personal poise and had thus lost control of the situation: "Personal poise refers to the performer's control over self and situation, and whatever disturbs that control, depriving the transaction, as we have said before, of any relevant future, is incapacitating and consequently embarrassing" (128).

A funny story and a lesson on sociology!


May 2, 2010

Let's go to 1999!

This is from a paper I wrote for a class on existential philosophy. If I remember correctly, this "existential diary" was part of the final exam.

April 29, 1999
Well, this is the first day of my existential diary, and I am not sure exactly where to begin, or what to discuss. I contemplated starting this journal as the Dostoevsky began the Notes from Underground: "I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man." However, I decided against such a beginning because I really don't think I am as out of touch with reality as the Underground Man; I do have some difficulty interacting with other people, but not to the extreme extent of the Underground Man. I have always been shy and find it difficult to converse with strangers, and many times I keep quiet in large groups for fear that if I do say something it will go by unheard anyway...
I do find that I can relate to the Underground Man's analogy of being like the mouse. There are many times in my life when I fail to take action, preferring instead to quietly exit the situation without confrontation and think of a course of action in my mind. This turns into a cycle of nasty thoughts, doubts, and depression, which ultimately, is dismissed because the time for action has passed long ago.
Wow, this first entry is beginning to depress me. I'd rather not go on discussing this topic any further...

April 30, 1999
Today is Friday, the last day of classes! Boy am I happy that I no longer have to get up early for a 9:30 class. Not that I woke up all that early today, I rolled out of bed with enough time to throw on some clothes and brush my teeth; I really ought to have gotten up earlier so that I could have showered before class. I rarely go out without showering in the morning, partly because it helps wake me up, and mostly because I am afraid everyone will be able to tell that I haven't showered. Not that I smell bad or am dirty, but I just get this feeling that the people who see me before I shower will be thinking "Yuck, look at her, she didn't shower this morning." I guess that Sartre would say that I am feeling shame for not showering, and am acutely aware of the "others" around me. This is not the only situation in which I am concerned about what other people are thinking about me, I typically am very conscious of people around me, and though most times their focus and attention does not even include me, I still feel like I can't do what I truly want in fear that I will be seen or judged. I presume this is what Sartre was referring to when discussing how the presence of the other makes the individual feel objectified.

May 1, 1999
Today was what, after reading Dostoevsky, I like to call an "Underground Kim" day. Much like the Underground Man, I spent most of the day sitting in my room feeling bad and pitying myself. Instead of seeking social interactions that would have helped me to feel better, I decided to leave my room only when hunger overcame me, and even then I went for food by myself. I was in no way working towards Chernyshevsky's concept of self-interest, instead I wallowed in my suffering and loneliness. Why did I do this? I don't know exactly, but it was my own choice, and my own decision, and as Sartre would point out, I am responsible for all my actions, past and present.

May 2, 1999
What a prefect day for the herd mentality! It is just barely warm enough, when the wind is not blowing and you are not in the shade, to constitute t-shirt and shorts weather. All over campus, students who are avoiding their studies grab blankets, radios, friends, and footballs, find a sunny spot of grass free of goose droppings and decide to enjoy the "nice" weather. To me, it was a bit too overcast and windy to be stretched out on a blanket, and besides I have two exams coming up on Monday. It was funny to see the groups of people lounging on blankets in the grass--all were wearing t-shirts and shorts, many of the girls were wearing tank tops, yet when the wind picked up, I laughed when they all shivered violently for a minute or two until the breeze subsided. Nietzsche would have condemned these people for conforming to one another. Since it appeared as though everyone else was toughing out the chilly breezes, they, too, could attempt to ignore the wind and rejoice in being like everyone else. I, on the other hand, had more intelligence and self-respect to wear jeans and a light sweatshirt, which kept the chilly wind out and allowed me to enjoy my walk from the parking deck back to my dorm.

May 3, 1999
Anguish! That is the feeling that prevailed throughout today! Why? I had two finals today, one in SET, and the other in History of the Byzantine World. It was the latter of these two exams that caused me anguish. Anguish because I was the one who chose not to do the readings for the class; anguish because I was the one who chose not to be able to stay awake throughout class (well, not really chose, I just couldn't keep my eyes open; I guess it is really a case of I chose not to get enough sleep the night before class). As Sartre professed, being free, I do not have the choice not to choose. My actions in either case, putting in the effort or not, were still my choice and the reality of my freedom came through full force today in the anguish I felt as I attempted to complete my exam.

May 4, 1999
And here I am at the conclusion of my week (well, six day) long existential diary. I can't really pinpoint anything exceptionally existential in the events of today, but then again the night is still young and crazy things do tend to happen in the freshmen dorms where I have to go to work tonight--or not go depending on what I choose. I think what is short paper has shown me is that I really liked the works of Dostoevsky, Nietzsche, and Sartre. But more than that, it (as well as the course) helped me to realize existentialism is not, as my senior year high school English teacher told us, a philosophy that concentrates solely on death and despair.



May 3, 2010

My sophomore in college self says...

Continuing our trip down memory lane... Apparently in one class I had to write a few words about my ideal job. Don't have any memory of why...

My ideal job would include the following:
1) High salary
2) Job security
3) "Decent" hours.

I do not expect to become a millionaire, but I do want to have a job that will pay well enough so that I will not have to worry about money problems. In my ideal job, I would not be able to be downsized or replaced by a computer. Ideally, I would like to select my own hours, but at the very least, I would prefer a job with steady weekday hours and weekends off.

My ideal job would also be stimulating, something I enjoy, and challenging.

Except for the high salary part, I think I succeeded!



May 4, 2010

Norm Violator!!

Today we have an excerpt from a paper that I wrote for social psych on norm violation.

As another proof of the power of norms, and particularly other's reaction toward a norm violator, I performed a norm violation experiment. It is typically accepted that when working at a job, most people dress in appropriate attire. After some consideration, I decided that an interesting way to violate this norm would be to wear my pajamas to work. I work Tuesday nights from 8pm to 3am in Wolfe Hall as a security worker. Sitting at the security desk, I typically interact with a large number of freshmen, visitors, CAs, and fellow security workers. By wearing pajamas to work, I would be able to observe the reaction of a large and varied group of people. Most college students typically wear boxers, flannel pants, and a t-shirt as their pajamas, which they also wear as regular clothing in a dorm environment. In order to stand out as violating the norm, I had to wear pajamas that could not double as regular clothing. Fortunately, I have a set of green satin pajamas from Victoria's Secret that obviously violated the norm. On Tuesday, September 14, I sat for seven hours at the Wolfe security desk recording the reactions of residents, visitors, and coworkers.

As I walked across campus in my pajamas on my way to work, I noticed that the people walking in the opposite direction were staring at me, and I thought to myself, "I have to suffer with this for seven hours." Upon arriving at work, my coworkers were quick to question my attire, and I was equally quick in my response explaining that it was for a psychology project. Not long after my arrival, a large group of freshmen were leaving the dorm when one girl whispered to her friends, "She's wearing pajamas. Do you think she knows?" To this one of her friends loudly replied, "Well, yeah, I think she knows now." I just laughed and tried to prepare myself for more of the same. I quickly began to notice a pattern in the reactions that I was receiving and the way I was responding to the reactions. Although many people gave me odd looks and kept on walking, I still received a lot of comments, and what I found interesting was that all of the direct comments I received (with the exception of those from my coworkers) were from males. Very few females commented on my violation and when they did it was usually in a low voice to a friend. The men, however, had no problem walking right up to me and giving me a variety of interesting comments. The two most frequent comments were variations on "you look comfy" and "hey, cool pajamas." In response to such comments, I typically smiled and said thanks. It was to the more unusual comments that I found myself engaged in conversation, sometimes explaining the project, and other times allowing the person to just believe that I simply wanted to wear my pajamas to work. Listed are some examples of conversations I had:


  • Nick, a resident who I had meet the previous week, saw me and said, "So, are you sleeping here tonight?" I replied, "No." He looked at me and said, "You're wearing your pajamas. They're cute." "Thanks, I know." At this point his friend turned around and said, "Stop hitting on the security workers."

  • A visitor to the building was waiting to be signed in and commented, "I like your shirt." I said, "Thanks, it's actually pajamas." "Oh, really?" "Yeah, it's for a psychology project. A norm violation." "Uh, oh...norms, cool." (I am not sure that he understood what I was talking about.)

  • A resident standing by the elevators said, "Psst, psssssst. Are you in your pajamas?" "Yeah, it is for a psychology project." "Yeah, right!"

  • Another resident told me I had a cool shirt, and when I told him it was pajamas, he told me that if I were to wear the top with black pants, I could go out somewhere nice.

  • When I tried to explain the project to a visitor, he did not appear to understand what I was talking about and informed me that he is currently taking Psych 101.

  • A New Jersey police officer who was in the building said, "So, you are in your pajamas. They are from Victoria's Secret?" I replied yes and explained that it was for a norm violation project. The officer than told me that if I am going to violate the norm, I should really violate it, adding that Victoria's Secret had better things that I could wear, like fuzzy slippers...

Like Milgram and Sabini's students, I realized the power of social norms and how much they effect our day-to-day behaviors. Especially in the beginning, I found myself to be very quick to justify myself to the people making comments, but as the night wore on, I explained myself to fewer people (who were typically friends, my boss, and the police officer). As stated before, social norms help to keep society running smoothly and efficiently. I got first-hand proof of this fact. Being a norm violator, it was more difficult to do my job effectively. I found that I was at times more concerned about what others were thinking about me and spent more time explaining my actions than focusing on my job. Although when I next work, I will be conforming to the norm, I will still have to deal with the repercussions of the violation; I am positive that I will have at least several questions as to why I am no longer wearing my pajamas to work.

Social norms have a specific place in society and they serve a specific function. Not all social norms are necessarily good norms, there are social norms that are irrelevant or objectionable to today's society, but through the actions of norm violators, these norms are eventually changed or removed. From my norm violating experience, I would be inclined to suggest that conforming to social norms is a good idea. Obviously, if there is a norm that someone cannot internalize because he feels the norm is fundamentally wrong, then conforming would not be an option. There are two ways of avoiding conformity--nonconformity which involves simply not following the norm and anti-conformity which involves acting in opposition to norm. The difference between nonconformists and anti-conformists is very slight, but can be easily remembered that nonconformists simply do not believe in the norm and therefore do not follow it; anti-conformists, on the other hand, recognize the norm and are influenced by it to take the opposite action: nonconformists are not affected by the norm, anti-conformists are directly affected by the norm.



May 5, 2010

More social psychology...

I've got to remember to share this with my social psychology class next semester. If I remember the assignment correctly, at the beginning of the semester, we had to come up with 3 big questions that we wanted answered by the end of the semester, and we researched and wrote small papers to answer each. This is the start of my second question. I'm so proud to look back and see the budding social psychologist!!


Question: Why are people so quick to blame someone else or put the blame on an "uncontrollable" facet of the situation when something goes wrong?


Why are people always prepared to find fault in another person or extenuating circumstances when things go wrong; yet when something goes right, the same person will fully credit to his own ability? In high school I played on the varsity girl's tennis team. I started my senior year at first doubles with one of my best friends, Jenny, as my partner. Jenny and I had played together frequently and made a good team. In particular, in the Gloucester County Times Tennis Tournament, we were playing amazingly well and made it to the semi-finals. We were extremely excited because our school had not made it that far in the tournament in over 10 years. Unfortunately, our semi-final match was against Gateway, the school with the best tennis players in the conference. Going into the match, Jenny and I knew we had no hope of winning. However, we knew that losing the match would not eliminate us from the tournament because the final matches would determine first, second, third, and fourth places. Therefore, we played the semi-final match less than our best with the idea in mind that we would win the final match and take third place. Going into the final match, Jenny and I were overly self-confident and already imaging taking home the trophy for third place (there was no trophy for fourth). Early in the match, I dove for a ball that was well beyond my reach, tumbled to the ground, and landed pretty hard on my wrist. Being the tough player that I am, I got up, determined to finish the match. Jenny and I finished the match by playing some of the worst and sloppiest tennis we had ever played; needless to say, we lost the match. When asked by other teammates and friends why we did not win, Jenny and I would reply, the other team was very good; I had hurt my wrist; the courts were in bad shape--any excuse that hid the real reason: that we were overconfident and made stupid mistakes. Had we won that match, we would have been proclaiming that we were good tennis players; the other team was good but we were better. This phenomenon of blaming everyone else to protect one's own self-image (as Jenny and I did with the tennis match), or taking full credit to bolster one's self-image can generally be explained by the theory of the fundamental attribution error and the self-serving bias.


May 6, 2010

For my grandmother...

This is a paper that I wrote after interviewing my grandmother for my Adult Development and Aging class. On a side note, the biggest thing I remember from that class was that I was a junior and the rest of the girls in class were seniors and about 5 of them were showing off their engagement rings the last few weeks of the semester.


In 1951, my grandmother was seventeen years old and living in Verga, New Jersey. The stage of young adulthood for her cohort was very different from my young adult cohort and lacked many conveniences. Her family consisted of her mother and father, four brothers, and 2 sisters. The family also lost two children: one was stillborn and the other died of unknown causes shortly after birth. According to my grandmother, it was not uncommon for families to lose a baby, but her family was atypical because it was larger than most. Typically, families of the time consisted of 3 or 4 children.


Family life in the late 40s and early 50s was very simple. Immediate and extended family members lived in the same area. Most women married their high school sweethearts after graduation and had their first child after about a year of marriage. My grandmother, however, did not get married until she was 20 and had her first child eleven months into the marriage. Men at this time got married between the ages of nineteen and twenty (slightly older than women); my grandmother explained that this happened because many young men enlisted or were drafted into the army when they turned 18. During this time period, she said, divorce was uncommon and unmarried couples did not live together. It was normal for the wife to stay home and take care of the house while the husband worked to provide money for the family. My grandmother said they did not have much extra spending money or savings. They generally lived from week to week.


Neither did my grandmother's family have much money for entertainment. Television became available shortly after World War II and it was a status symbol to have a TV antenna. However, television of the time was much different from television of today; all televisions were black and white, and there were only three stations that were broadcast for a limited number of hours each night. The main form of entertainment was the radio; listeners had to use their imaginations to picture the stories. The popular music artists were Frank Sinatra, Bob Hope, Bing Crosby, Patty Paige, Nat King Cole, and the Mills Brothers. Big Band Music was also popular. During leisure time, most people played cards or monopoly, and children typically made up their own games to play. While there were many magazines, my grandmother did not remember having any subscriptions.


The family's money was spent mostly on food, clothing, and the house. My grandmother and grandfather were among the first cohort to actually purchase their own homes. Previously, homes were rented and not owned. Even though they were able to buy their house, my grandmother said there was not much choice until a few years later when housing developments started growing. Unlike most families today who have two or more cars, most people in the early 50s had one car, but typically took the bus. Having a phone is taken for granted today, but my grandmother said when she was a young adult phones were on a party line that was shared by four families on a street. Each home's phone had a unique ring, but anyone could listen in on someone else's conversations. (It was not uncommon to have several eavesdroppers on the line.) The remainder of the family's money was spent on food. My grandmother grew up in an Irish family, so most meals consisted of meat and potatoes, with fish or spaghetti on Fridays. Supper was always a sit down meal with the entire family eating together.


Because of lack of health insurance, it was rare to see the doctor. According to my grandmother, most people did not go to the doctor unless they were "dying." Many childhood diseases were serious threats--whooping cough, diptheria, measles, mumps, and scarlet fever. My grandmother does not remember often getting medicine when she and her siblings were ill. Typically, the ill were quarantined. For example, if someone contracted the measles, they were quarantined in a dark room and a sign was tacked to the front door of the house. Adult deaths were generally blamed on cancer, although at this time the public possessed a very limited knowledge of cancer. The average life expectancy was sixty years old.


When my grandmother was a young girl, education was much more subdued. Children were respectful of authority. High schools did not have the behavior problems that today's schools have: very few students smoked in school, and drugs and alcohol were virtually nonexistent in school. My grandmother stressed the point that girls always wore dresses and skirts to school everyday. Students were taught the basics--English, History, Math, Gym. Other classes included Typing, Shorthand, and Bookkeeping. Some students were in the college prep track, but only fifteen to twenty percent of these students actually went on to college after high school. Most women were married after graduation, and men went into the service. Gender differences can be seen in the different gym classes students were required to take: girls learned to climb the rope, stand on their heads, play badminton and tennis; boys were allowed to go outside and play basketball, football, and baseball. In high school, health classes taught proper hygiene, but not sex education.


Unlike many of the other females in her cohort, my grandmother did not marry until she was 20. After graduating high school at 17, my grandmother worked in a Philadelphia bank for three years. For working a full week (forty hours), my grandmother was paid about $25 (which my grandfather contended was a very high estimate). Men earned much more money than women did. Women were only allowed to work clerical jobs; only the women who went to college were allowed to work some (but not many) male jobs. Most people (men) considered their first job to be their job for life; this is unlike today, when most young adults switch jobs several times before settling on one. My grandmother informed me that her workplace at this time was racially integrated, and there was no difference between whites and blacks. She claims that most of the racial problems were occurring in the south.


After marriage, my grandmother became a housewife and had six children. When raising her children, my grandmother simply used common sense and her mother's experience; she did not believe in using the self-help books that were becoming popular at the time. At home, my grandmother took care of all of the indoor work--cooking, cleaning, paying the bills--while my grandfather tended to the outdoor chores. Eventually when they were old enough, the children helped out with the chores. When taking care of her part of the work, my grandmother noted that she did not have many of the conveniences most young people take for granted today. There were no microwaves or toasters; irons were very heavy and had to be heated on the stove.


I am very glad that I selected to do this interview with my grandmother because I learned many family stories that I may have otherwise not heard. The interview made me realize how different American/South Jersey life was only fifty years ago. Although I am aware of all the advances that have been made in the recent past, I was not consciously aware of it until I started comparing my current young adult life to that of my grandmother. There are many things, such as health care, educational opportunities, and extra spending money, that I simply take for granted because they are what I have always known. As a young adult, my grandmother had to worry from week to week if she would have enough money to cover expenses while raising six children and maintaining a household. I do not think I could have managed all that she did at that age.


It is important to remember, however, that her young adult life was not merely different than mine, it was very specific to her cohort. Her cohort was born in during World War II and lived through and participated in Korea and Vietnam. The events that shaped their lives had very specific effects on how they viewed life itself. While it may seem as though their lives were very similar to those born the decade before and the decade after, my grandmother's cohort has many unique characteristics because of the events that occurred during their childhood and young adulthood. These effects have to be remembered when studying the psychology of aging since each cohort's experiences make them distinct from all other cohorts.



May 8, 2010

Amazon Meme

Someone had a bit of an Amazon meme that involved reporting what your first Amazon purchases were.

I first started using Amazon in college in 2001. My first purchase (I love that Amazon has this recorded - January 22, 2001) was "The Man who Mistook his Wife for a Hat" by Sacks. I ordered that for my cognitive psychology class. It was my last semester and one of the assignments was to read a book and keep a journal. Needless to say, my motivation in purchasing that particular book was that it was the shortest of all of them on the list. Interestingly, I got a terrible grade on the journal, but loved the book and have since used excerpts in a lot of my own teaching.

About a month later in February, I purchased "The Velvet Glove" by Mary Jackman. I purchased this after talking with my the woman who became my graduate advisor. She thought I'd really like the book, so I ordered it. I'm a little embarrassed to say that the book is still sitting on my bookshelf, never read.

In March there is another order, that Amazon doesn't appear to have the record for other than it was $27. I wonder what it was...

In May, after graduating, I ordered two Camus books ("The Fall" and "Caligula and Three Other Plays"). I took existential philosophy earlier in college and we were supposed to read Camus' "The Stranger," but never had class time. It sat on my bookshelf for a couple of years, and I read it after graduation. Loved it! Existential philosophy suddenly made sense to me, so I ordered more Camus. I read the books over the summer while on my lunch break from my crappy temp job at an insurance company.

How many orders have a placed on Amazon by year?


  • 2001 - 7

  • 2002 - 7

  • 2003 - 10

  • 2004 - 4

  • 2005 - 3

  • 2006 - 7

  • 2007 - 6

  • 2008 - 17

  • 2009 - 23

  • 2010 - 7


You can clearly see the "poor grad student" period and the "woohoo I have a real job" period. Haha!

May 7, 2010

Saturday in the City

Last Saturday, instead of traveling down to Maryland for some Sheep and Wool, I met up with my good friend, Cordelia, for some falafel, yarn, books, and ice cream. We met up at the Union Square Farmer's Market. It was a busy day in Union Square because there was also a protest against the Arizona immigration law. There was also a march in favor of legalizing marijuana. (I don't think they were related.)

After some yummy falafel, we walked around the market and happened upon Mario Batali signing books! I attempted to Kinnear him, but chickened out because the iPhone isn't conducive to Kinnearing. But then later, we saw him again and some lady said, "Mario can I take some pictures?" And he said "sure" and started posing with produce, so I jumped in and took a few myself.

We then took a walk to Purl Soho and browsed around the store. We both picked up some lovely Koigu. I'll take pictures and share soon. After a visit to the Strand, we were in need of ice cream and so walked to a Ben & Jerry's (yum!).

It was a lots of walking, hot type of day, but very fun!!



May 10, 2010

Mystery Item

Argh!!! I had this thought about an item in a catalog that I wasn't sure was cute or not, and I thought I'd look it up because I'm meeting with a friend tomorrow and I wanted to get her opinion. So I go to the website, but I don't know the magic term for the item. It is a romper, basically, but they only have categories for pants, skirts, dresses, shorts, tops, and searching romper brings up a pair of shoes. Searching jumper brings up dresses. So I think to myself, I have a million catalogs from this company around the apartment and I can picture what the item looks like, who the model is that's wearing it, and that it is near the end of the catalog. Of course, none of the 4 catalogs I could find included the item. Argh!!! I've been searching and searching through the website and can't find it. I've tried googling and that doesn't help. Now it has become an obsession!!!!



May 12, 2010

*Oh fun*

We are on our third health insurance supplier in as many years because prices are constantly sky rocketing and understandably my employer is trying not to pass huge costs on to the employees (or take them on itself), and so we have switched yet again. And like each switch there are some pluses (slightly cheaper co-pay) and some minuses (needing to find all new doctors) and some really crappy, sucky, piss you off stuff. Namely, the drug benefits with this new plan forces you to use mail order or face paying a triple co-pay at the pharmacist. Not only do we lose our wonderful pharmacist, who took great care of us over the last 6 years, but now we get to angrily call the mail order place every three months to complain that prescriptions don't arrive in time. Because what I enjoy most on my Wednesday morning is yelling at some woman in India who has no control over the situation and can't really do anything over than apologize and take my tirade.

I think I may just go back to bed and start the day over.



Should I?

The yarn and pattern are in the cart, but I'm not sure if it is an impulse or if I really like the sweater.

Should I make this...
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In this?
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Help!!!

May 13, 2010

I Should

Ok, so I got no help from y'all. Granted I didn't give you very much time to offer help. So I went ahead and ordered the pattern and yarn anyway. I figure it will be a nice end of the semester gift to myself.

Now I just have to get through 3 exams and a lot of grading.

And graduation.

And a three day training thingy.

And a conference.

Then I can knit again.


May 14, 2010

Good Customer Service

Good customer service always makes me happy (honestly, who wouldn't be happy to be treated well?). I think it is important to share good stories of good companies that actually care about what their customers think.

I love Newman's Own Organic Pretzel Nuggets. They are basically the only pretzels I eat; the only pretzels that I like. They have some magical ability to be pretzel, but not like eating dried out crud. It is hard to explain; they are crunchy and dry like good hard pretzels, but not overly dried out. Anyway... last time I was at the store, I bought two more bags and noticed that the nuggets were bigger and looked a bit different. All the bags appeared that way. I opened them at home and they were stale and not very good. I was very disappointed, as again, they are the only pretzels that I like.

I sent an email to Newman's Own and got a response the following morning from the director of customer service apologizing for the bad pretzels. Turns out that they have slightly changed the pretzels to be bigger, but they shouldn't have been stale. So she requested my address and promised to send me some replacement bags of pretzels.

That's so awesome! Thus far (in my recent memory) Wegman's, Newman's Own, Synder's have all been awesome in customer service through their website.


May 19, 2010

Haircut and Ego Boost

After submitting my grades this morning, I decided to call up and get my haircut today. Unfortunately, the wonderful stylist who has given me my last 4 great haircuts no longer works there and they didn't know where she went. And so I took the plunge with someone else at that salon.

The last three haircuts I've gotten have been the Natalie Imbruglia.
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I like it, it looks cute on me. But I've gotten the cut three times, so I wanted something a little bit different. So I asked for the Ginnifer Goodwin.
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It seemed to me to be a very similar cut, but a little bit shorter. My new stylist said it should look great, and so we went for it. As she finished, she convinced me to get some highlights too. As the shampoo girl was washing my hair again, they both commented that the new cut looked great and made me look younger. Then the stylist asked me how old I was and guessed 25. I laughed and told her my real age and she was like "no way!!" Later after she finished blowing drying my hair, the other stylist commented that it looked great and my stylist said "guess how old she is!" And the other stylist guessed I was 21. So of course, even if the haircut sucked, my ego was bursting with my youthfulness (and I wasn't even wearing any makeup!!!).

As I was paying, the receptionist said that it looked great and that I looked like Rihanna.
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For me, the biggest test of a haircut isn't how it looks leaving the salon, but how it looks the second day when I have to replicate what the stylist did in the salon. Pictures soon if I'm still as happy with it as I am today!



May 20, 2010

Here's the cut

(Please forgive the crappy iPhone in the bathroom self-portrait quality)





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