I was just on hold for our other office and the hold message sounds like some wannabe Barry White with cheesy sax music in the background. It sounds like corny porn music. I'm going to have to talk to someone about that since I've been known to choose the background music from time to time. I do NOT want my name on that one!
There are just certain things I take for granted sometimes. For instance, if you live in Buffalo, NY, I would take for granted that you've seen Niagra Falls at least once. If you have lived in Tulsa for 10 years and your parents aren't dirt poor (and even if they were), I take for granted that you've been to Zio's at least once. I guess I'll stop assuming from now on, but come on! Zio's? After 10 years?
I hate it when someone gives me a compliment and then covers it up with something that's not quite as nice as the compliment. I call these "umm, thanks" moments. I wore these yesterday:
Except the shirt is in blue and not the wine color. Someone made this comment to me, "Rachel you look really summery and cute today. I love it! What? Did you have your personal shopper with you this time or something?"
Umm...thanks? And...maybe someone was with me when I picked out the skirt. But I chose the top all by my lonesome. thankyouverymuch