Thursday, June 24, 2010

The World's Reaction to Landon Donovan's Game Winning Goal

On one of the worst days I've had in a very long time a friend posted this on his Facebook page. And just like that my spirits lifted.

Thanks JV!

Karma is kicking my Ass

I have no idea what I did but I must have done something wrong recently.

On top of the other drama I posted the Jeep I am using died today. Simply wouldn't start.

I'm starting to think there is hex on me.

So stay away!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

This Week's "Strongly Worded Letter"

The following was mailed to Continental Airlines today. Yes, I said mailed. I couldn't adequately express my outrage using their electronic form as it limited the words. Once again, they put the onus on the paying customer. FAIL.
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June 22, 2010

CUSTOMER CARE
Continental Airlines, Inc.
900 Grand Plaza Drive NHCCR
Houston, TX 77067-4323

RE: Service Failure for Confirmation Number B9ZPL6

To Whom It May Concern:

Where to begin?

I tried to check in for my flight online yesterday. After numerous failed attempts to do so online and 35 minutes on hold I finally reached a human who told me there was nothing he could do for me. He couldn’t check me in and there was problem with the website. This guy has an eye for the obvious.

Strike one.

Then, with no explanation provided, my flight from BWI to Newark was delayed the instant we pulled away from the gate. I find it funny that we closed the doors and pulled away only to sit for almost an hour. Had I known this is was going to happen I would have exited the flight because a) there was no way I was going to make my connection and b) I would have taken another carrier to Atlanta.

Strike two.

We arrived in Newark and I had about 35 minutes before my flight to Atlanta was scheduled to depart. After sitting on the runway again for 10 minutes and waiting an additional 10 minutes for my bag, I dashed up the jet way to find gate A10. We came in at A26 so I (mistakenly) thought I’d be able to make the flight. Imagine my surprise when A10 was nowhere to be found. After another 5 minutes of frantic searching I finally asked a cop where A10 was. He informed me that I had to take a bus to that location. Never in this time I did I find a Continental employee to ask for assistance nor did I see signage indicating the unusual circumstances of getting to A10.

Strike three.

Once I found the shuttle bus I raced to it in the hopes that the flight would be held for me. I arrived at A10 to find the plane door shut. The ground crew (the only helpful employees I encountered on this entire trip) directed me up the stairs to the gate agent. Once there the agent informed stated, “Oh, that plane left.” He then dismissed me by mumbling something about the shuttle bus taking me to a service center. Which is located NEXT TO THE GATE I just came from. What a hearty welcome to New Jersey.

Strike four.

I get BACK to the service center and tell the agent I need the next flight to Atlanta. I don’t care about the carrier, I’ll pay. I had a mandatory meeting with the Georgia Department of Labor this morning at 10AM that I could not miss. I just needed to get home. She states there are no flights on any carrier. She then puts me on the 6:30 AM flight and tells me I need to be back by 4 AM to get through security. (Since she didn’t offer me a hotel room I have no idea where she thinks I’ll be going.) I state I’ll be staying in the airport so security won’t be an issue.

She then tells me that I’ll have to go to the C terminal (back on the shuttle. Whee) and stay there as the A terminal closes at 11. So, that is what I do. (Sidebar - She didn’t tell me the shuttle doesn’t start running until 5:30AM though but we’ll get to this later.)

I spend the night on the floor trying to simultaneously guard my bags while trying to get a few hours of sleep. This is not how I intended to spend my Monday night.

Then at 4AM I leave the super comfortable floor and make my way to the shuttle (again) for transport to the A terminal. Again.

No one is there so I take a seat and call your 800 number to find out what time someone will be coming to man the station.

While there some random employee rides by on the riding walkway and gives me a dirty look and yells that I can’t be in that room.

What a glorious start to the new day.

Given that this is where the shuttle leaves from, that the door was open, and that there is no sign stating that I can’t be waiting there, I remained seated.

She then shows up and proceeds to rudely tell me I need to move. Which is odd since NO WHERE is it stated I can’t wait for the shuttle in the SHUTTLE area. After several heavy sighs on her part I finally hang up my phone, gather my stuff and move. There was no need for her to be so rude and to treat me like I was some sort of criminal.

After several eye rolls I finally get out of her that the shuttle doesn’t start running until 5:30. Again, this would have been helpful to know yesterday. (Had my flight time been any earlier I’d not make over there in time to depart.)

I then asked if there was another way I could get to the gate and she randomly gestured and mumbled something about Air Tran and walked off.

Strike five.

As I write this I am 14 hours into this trip and I am still not home. At this point, had I driven from Baltimore to Atlanta I would have saved myself a considerable amount of time as well as frustration.

Further, once I finally did arrive in Atlanta at 9AM today, I had to incur cab cost of nearly $100 to get from the Airport to the Department of Labor and then home. And as a currently unemployed person this is no small pocket change.

I write not expecting any recourse for this disastrous voyage but only to offer my congratulations. Well done Continental, you’ve managed to make Delta look good.





Monday, June 21, 2010

Friday, June 18, 2010

The Need for a Job has reached the Critical Point

Because I need a chocolate frog and a butterbeer......to see the coolness of the park visit http://www.universalorlando.com/harrypotter/

What's your favorite message from the Harry Potter series? Mine is that one must always strive to do what is right rather than what is easy.

Words to live - and job search - by I think.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

To Sir with a Certain Level of Bitterness

The following is the letter I sent to POTUS, Senators Chambliss and Isakson, and Congressmen Lewis and Price today.

I'm sure no one will actually DO ANYTHING to help those of us out here...but I figured they at least SHOULD KNOW what's going on.
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Once again, I write to express to you my concern and downright frustration with the mortgage lending industry and their desire to make the current situation worse rather than better.

As of May 4, 2010 I was laid off by my employer after eight years of service. Since that time I’ve been searching for a new position, filed for unemployment (which I have not received a payment from yet, but that is another issue) and filed a loan modification request. I filed the loan modification request because after paying my mortgage I will have $300 to cover the rest of my living expenses…and this is assuming I don’t opt in for COBRA insurance, which is almost $400 a month.

Today I was told that because my account isn’t in bad standing (meaning I am not behind on my payments) I am ineligible because upon review of my application they determined I have no “adverse financial position”. I find this shocking since I currently have NO INCOME! Further, I was requesting the modification so that I wouldn’t get behind on payments. Apparently, my proactive nature and my desire to meet my financial commitments are being used against me.

I write this note not expecting any action but to simply make you aware of the ridiculousness that is being perpetuated by Chase and the other mortgage lenders. I am no economist but it is UNFATHOMABLE that customers who have accounts in good standing are not afforded help during a tough time simply because they are good customers.

I guess I should have gone to Vegas and blown my savings. Maybe if I came home sunburned and broke I could get some assistance. Sadly, I fear that would have actually worked and I’d be in a much better position than I currently am.

Maybe George Carlin was right. There is an Ownership Class in this country and I’m not part of it. The rich are there to keep the middle class in line, the poor are there to scare the bejezzus out of the middle class and keep them working longer and harder; and their efforts line the pockets of the owners and the rich. And it’s called the American Dream because you have to asleep to believe it. I used to think Carlin’s sentiments were simply funny; now I think they are actually true.

Though I’m not sure there is much you can do I’d certainly appreciate a response.

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I'll let you know if I hear from anyone. Vegas odds say that is not likely.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Time To Change

My sister found a job for me at The University of Phoenix. Seems like it would be a good fit and it is only one exit from my house.

I am applying today.

Let's hope they value change as much as I do.

Monday, June 14, 2010

A List a Mile long..with a little Lou Gehrig's too

Happy Monday!

Last Thursday I went to lunch with my friend Kristin. While lamenting the horrid Orioles season and contemplating the dread that will be the Redskins season, we complied of list of places I should look for gainful employment.

So in addition to looking at my usual sites, this week I'll be search the following for jobs:
Frommers
USOC
SW Airlines
Discovery Channel
Travel Channel
A&E
Delta
Hershey
Air Tran
Washington Sports & Entertainment
Ripken Baseball
Baltimore Orioles
Atlanta Braves.

The two things I love most in the world are Sports and Travel. So if I could get a job that involves either I'd consider myself the luckiest girl on the face of the Earth.



Thursday, June 10, 2010

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Dumb Family Feud Family

Wow...how is it these people represent "the strongest of the species"....

Monday, June 7, 2010

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea.

So last week it was CRAZY hot here in Metro DC/Baltimore. Like ten degrees above normal. Like 92...every damn day.

And so, I had thought to go to the beach. Good ole Ocean City, my youth beach. A place I used to go to whenever I could...at the drop of a hat. A place, that sadly, I haven't been to in over 12 years.

Last week got away from me so I decided to drive over to the beach today. Monday.

So naturally, today the temps return to normal and I am faced with less than adequate temperatures for my day trip to the shore.

Call me crazy but 70 degrees isn't warm enough to warrant a six hour round trip to a beach with 60 degree water.

Instead, I continue the job search today and await the return of decent weather so that I might finally visit the one spot on Earth that always welcomes me. That always serenades me with the song of crashing waves. And the one place I feel most at home. On the sand by the sea simply gazing out at nothing. And everything.

Friday, June 4, 2010

"Don't Fence Me In"


Today's title comes from a Cole Porter song. Interesting Cole Porter fact: He once sang in the Yale Glee Club.

Anyway, I selected this song for two reasons:

1 - It's a great theme song for yours truly as I do love to wander, ride horses and generally I don't enjoy being contained;

and

2 - Today's chore is painting a fence. Just gotta wait til the morning dew is burned off, then I'll make like Tom Sawyer and get to whitewashing.

Here's hoping you and yours get to gaze at the Moon until you lose your senses this weekend.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Have a Coke and a Smile

Today the job hunt continued.

I found two interesting jobs with Coca-Cola and Georgia-Pacific.

Both jobs would be a very different and welcomed change of career path for me. The question is will the experiences I've garnered in the AEC world over the last 14 years translate easily into these roles?

I submitted my resume for both....so now I must just wait and see I guess.

In other news, I heard back from the American Cancer Society. No luck there at this time but they suggested I continue to monitor their site for other opportunities. So, that is what I'll be doing on that front.

Now, it's time to log off the computer and go for a nice long walk. After a morning of phone calls and emailing and job searching I find that I have to spend some time outside. I need the air and sunshine to rejuvenate. And being outside appears to be working for me. According to the scale I've lost 16 pounds since the layoff.

I've been saying for years that if I could find someone to support me - thus freeing up my time to get in good workouts - I could be a size 4 again no problem. Nice to know I was right!

So, dear readers, if you know of any dudes looking for a snarky adventure seeker such myself be sure to send them my way.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

This is not the best news I've heard all day

WSB-TV reported Tuesday that Kevin Griffin, 49, was charged with sexual battery and false imprisonment in connection with an incident Monday morning at the Medical Center rail station.

http://www.ajc.com/news/north-fulton/man-arrested-for-attempted-539125.html?imw=Y

I've Got My Smile....


I've got my (diet) Orange Crush...



Decatur Trip with Real Timeline

Arrived at bus stop at 12:05 PM.

Bus arrived 12:13.

So far, so good.

Arrived at the Dunwoody at 12:28 PM.

Train arrived about 20 minutes later…so I start my southbound rail journey.

At just about 1 PM my train rolls into the Five Points station. This is the transfer point for the east-west rail lines.

At this time I am also hit up for money.

Sir, I am out of a job…there is no such thing as spare change in my world. Sorry.

I hustle up to the eastbound platform and wouldn’t you know it, the train arrives just as I get there.

This is like bizzaro Marta experience…everything actually seems to be working today!

Train departs Five Points 1:02; I call Leslie so she can head to the station and meet me.

I a
rrived at the Decatur station at - 1:15. 11 minutes earlier than what Marta estimated.

So riddle me this: If I can get 18 miles in one hour and 10 minutes why did it take ONE HOUR AND 15 MINUTES to go 1.3 miles on Thursday?

Anyone care to venture a guess?