My friend in college, Morgan, used to work at St. Germains deli on Villa La Jolla Drive, near UCSD. She used to make sandwiches there. She kept a tip jar on the counter with a small sign that read "Tipping is not a city in China". I loved that sign.
Do you tip the people at Starbucks that pour your coffee? There must be something wrong with me. I really don't think I'm cheap but when you are paying nearly $5.00 for a cup of coffee, it seems odd to tip on top of that. It wouldn't bother me a bit if I was being served coffee, but standing at the counter, waiting 20 minutes at times for the Mocha to come out and having to push my way to get it, somehow feels like I should be tipped instead. Which leads me to my next point. This one was the best.
About a week ago, Max and I went to lunch followed by a quick stop by the Extreme Yogurt in Bressi Ranch. I'm loving frozen yogurt these days. Remember when it was on every corner in the 80's, and then it disappeared for years. Well, luckily for me, it's back and with a vengeance, I might add. In our truly automated, do-it-yourself world, there is now self serve frozen yogurt. This is great...try and taste all that you like. You can put 20 flavors in the same cup if you are so inclined and pour the toppings on until they overflow. Extreme Yogurt, it this kind of place. You pull the lever, load your toppings, get the cup weighed and pay. Great huh? I think so.
So back to a week ago, I fill, I weigh, I pay and I notice there is a tip jar next to the register. It actually had tips in it. They might have been planted but money none the less. Does this make any sense to you? I just offered myself my own tasters, filled my own cup, weighed my own yogurt and payed. What was I supposed to tip for? I know it's tough out there and I'm happy to see the college gal behind the register trying to make a couple bucks, but this seems so odd. I actually laughed about it all day.
I think I'm going to go back, take a picture and send it into Leno for his new it's-not-the-Tonight-show Tonight Show.
Friday, September 25, 2009
I'm back
It's been so long.
I'm trying to embrace Facebook. I'm even going to post a link to this blog on my page. I still don't really get it, but if the rest of the world is using it, I've got to figure there's something to it. Sometimes, I'm a little slow with this stuff. I will hold on to the most comfortable, out of style shoes for the longest time. When I finally say my tearful good-byes and run them to the nearest Goodwill, the fashion is back. My husband says the technology is more of FacePAGE because I'm not really using it right. He has an issue with my use of technology as a whole. I think it kills him to think there are applications on my devices (ie phone, ipod Touch) that I am not maximizing. In contrast, I use technology as I need to. I really am not interested in all the functions a device posesses, simply the features that work for me. I learn as I need to. I suppose I could see his point. Wasted is what he is thinking. But I'm not going to change. It is simply too much for me to manage.
One thing about Facebook (PAGE?) that really has me baffled is this friend suggestion business. I am suggested to make friends with people whom I may know or just may know from work or may not know at all, but how does it know that I know them or not? There are suggestions about people that I may have exchanged an email with or maybe only interact wtih tangentially but somehow it tracks me down. Is it reading my emails? This scares me. Not because there is anything particularly interesting in them, but just because there is some technology that is actually designed to waste time reading others' boring exchanges.
You know after 9/11 when the government started talking about monitoring phone conversations and bank accounts? While I wasn't for it, I actually felt sorry for the guy who would have gotten assigned to me. Could you imagine? Spending all day having to listen to chick chat or read emails about swimming lessons, what's for dinner, and how I managed to walk 9 miles last Saturday. If he were to record the ins and outs of my bank account, he would wonder how anyone survives in Southern California without winning the lottery. He would be stunned at the possiblity that one actually needs something from Target three or more times a week and can't survive without the morning McMuffin (hold the Canadian bacon). I guess the truth is, where there's smoke, there's fire. In my house, there's not even an oven. (And that isn't an actual true reference to the fact that I hate to cook).
I scared Kristi a couple weeks ago. I called her to tell her I found a recipe I wanted to try out. Would she come to dinner. She thought it was cryptic for a ransom call. She knew it couldn't actually be me on the other end of the phone. She thought I'd been abducted and was trying to send a secret code. Fact is, I actually cooked some recipe I found in People and it wasn't half bad. Fact is also, that I haven't cooked anything since. That was August 21. Don't get me wrong, I feed my kids, but I mostly heat food, not cook food. And I've fallen in serious LOVE with my outdoor grill. You could actually cook food without having to be present and better still, not have to wash pots and pans. Max said it needed repair. It was on our "list" (you know...the list of all things that need repair or replacement). Once I started using the grill (grilling, I thought was the boy's job), the repair moved way up.
I'm back.
I'm trying to embrace Facebook. I'm even going to post a link to this blog on my page. I still don't really get it, but if the rest of the world is using it, I've got to figure there's something to it. Sometimes, I'm a little slow with this stuff. I will hold on to the most comfortable, out of style shoes for the longest time. When I finally say my tearful good-byes and run them to the nearest Goodwill, the fashion is back. My husband says the technology is more of FacePAGE because I'm not really using it right. He has an issue with my use of technology as a whole. I think it kills him to think there are applications on my devices (ie phone, ipod Touch) that I am not maximizing. In contrast, I use technology as I need to. I really am not interested in all the functions a device posesses, simply the features that work for me. I learn as I need to. I suppose I could see his point. Wasted is what he is thinking. But I'm not going to change. It is simply too much for me to manage.
One thing about Facebook (PAGE?) that really has me baffled is this friend suggestion business. I am suggested to make friends with people whom I may know or just may know from work or may not know at all, but how does it know that I know them or not? There are suggestions about people that I may have exchanged an email with or maybe only interact wtih tangentially but somehow it tracks me down. Is it reading my emails? This scares me. Not because there is anything particularly interesting in them, but just because there is some technology that is actually designed to waste time reading others' boring exchanges.
You know after 9/11 when the government started talking about monitoring phone conversations and bank accounts? While I wasn't for it, I actually felt sorry for the guy who would have gotten assigned to me. Could you imagine? Spending all day having to listen to chick chat or read emails about swimming lessons, what's for dinner, and how I managed to walk 9 miles last Saturday. If he were to record the ins and outs of my bank account, he would wonder how anyone survives in Southern California without winning the lottery. He would be stunned at the possiblity that one actually needs something from Target three or more times a week and can't survive without the morning McMuffin (hold the Canadian bacon). I guess the truth is, where there's smoke, there's fire. In my house, there's not even an oven. (And that isn't an actual true reference to the fact that I hate to cook).
I scared Kristi a couple weeks ago. I called her to tell her I found a recipe I wanted to try out. Would she come to dinner. She thought it was cryptic for a ransom call. She knew it couldn't actually be me on the other end of the phone. She thought I'd been abducted and was trying to send a secret code. Fact is, I actually cooked some recipe I found in People and it wasn't half bad. Fact is also, that I haven't cooked anything since. That was August 21. Don't get me wrong, I feed my kids, but I mostly heat food, not cook food. And I've fallen in serious LOVE with my outdoor grill. You could actually cook food without having to be present and better still, not have to wash pots and pans. Max said it needed repair. It was on our "list" (you know...the list of all things that need repair or replacement). Once I started using the grill (grilling, I thought was the boy's job), the repair moved way up.
I'm back.
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