It kind of bugs me (like a lot) when people that earned a doctorate in their field of studies insist on people calling them doctor so-and-so instead of Mr./Mrs./Ms./Mizz or what have you (yes, including the medical variety and not just the ivory tower chaps). And then they get all huffy about if you forget it, like you called their babies ugly. I get that they went to school for a very long time and know a ton about some very specific field (e.g., plant lobotomies, primate psychology, or ancient Chinese footwear) but what do they think the rest of us were doing while they were reading books for an extra six years, sitting on our bottoms? No we were gaining actual life experience, i.e., working and stuff. Television counts as life experience.
So I find it a little insulting when doctors wanna shove their degrees in our faces. It’s fine on your business card because it’s appropriate to mention your credentials when it is a work situation. Heck lots of people put their job on business cards or even email signatures and I guess that’s the point: at the end of the day being a doctor or a professor or pirate captain or a Kentucky chicken baron (colonel) or a judge or headmaster of Hogwarts is just a job. Unless you’re my professor or manhandle my broken body parts, you have no authority over me: quit trying to make everyone outside your realm of influence your subordinate. Quit it.
And since we know they won’t stop doing that, I propose we play it by their game. I will insist that they call me by my professional title as well. Please call me Editor Reddoch; I didn’t go to college for over a decade to be called mister.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Shower Unsafety Seat
So you may have read my blog where I bought a shower safety seat. It was all fun and games, until the defective product made me fall out of it in the shower. Changed my life again. Don’t worry, I am fine. No permanent damage, aside from my ego. I was luck not to be geriatric, cause then I could have broken a hip. Anyway so I said Carex cares. Do they? I hope the x in Carex doesn’t stand for “just kidding.”
At first I thought it was simply because I exceeded the weight limit by 2lb. leaving me to feel all fat and wet, but then we discovered the truth. Negligence!
So here is the actual letter I wrote to them explaining the situation:
First let me say I have used previous Carex products with no problem (crutches and a foldable cane work great!) but this chair nearly killed me. OK it didn't nearly kill be but it would have killed me if I were a retired person. Instead I just fell off it and hurt myself with no permanent damage but it didn't feel good to fall in the shower because of your poor quality control. This happened because when my wife assembled the chair (she's an engineer by the way), whoever put the stickers on the parts somehow put one of the stickers on the wrong side. So the chair didn't function properly even though it was not an obvious mistake (it looked normal unless you looked very close). I took two showers and on the third I fell when the chair fell over. My wife took it apart and reassembled it correctly after she examined the product and saw that you mislabeled it. This is a very dangerous mistake to make. I could have been seriously hurt. An older person would have hit their hip on the side of the tub and perhaps their head on the ground. Now the product works fine (since my wife reassembled once she figured out your dangerous mistake), except my paranoia that I will fall in the shower again remains [I do get a scary feeling sitting on it now]. I have a picture showing the mislabeling, but this form doesn’t allow for an attachment [attached below for your viewing pleasure]. What can you do to make this right (short of me suing you for negligence)?
Here is the pic it wouldn’t let me attach. This is the pic of the chair AFTER Rachel fixed it. I circled the numbers. The numbers are supposed to go together, but one rogue 2 wandered way off from his family. So the leg was built slightly askew the first time around.
Anyway, let’s hope the Carex people do the right thing. And by right thing, I’d like an apology, a stern talking at the idiot that messed up, and maybe a free wheelchair so I won’t have to crutch around as much next time my foot has one of it’s crises. BTW my feet are almost all better, almost. And I have new custom orthotics arriving next week (I hope those aren’t mislabeled).
At first I thought it was simply because I exceeded the weight limit by 2lb. leaving me to feel all fat and wet, but then we discovered the truth. Negligence!
So here is the actual letter I wrote to them explaining the situation:
First let me say I have used previous Carex products with no problem (crutches and a foldable cane work great!) but this chair nearly killed me. OK it didn't nearly kill be but it would have killed me if I were a retired person. Instead I just fell off it and hurt myself with no permanent damage but it didn't feel good to fall in the shower because of your poor quality control. This happened because when my wife assembled the chair (she's an engineer by the way), whoever put the stickers on the parts somehow put one of the stickers on the wrong side. So the chair didn't function properly even though it was not an obvious mistake (it looked normal unless you looked very close). I took two showers and on the third I fell when the chair fell over. My wife took it apart and reassembled it correctly after she examined the product and saw that you mislabeled it. This is a very dangerous mistake to make. I could have been seriously hurt. An older person would have hit their hip on the side of the tub and perhaps their head on the ground. Now the product works fine (since my wife reassembled once she figured out your dangerous mistake), except my paranoia that I will fall in the shower again remains [I do get a scary feeling sitting on it now]. I have a picture showing the mislabeling, but this form doesn’t allow for an attachment [attached below for your viewing pleasure]. What can you do to make this right (short of me suing you for negligence)?
Here is the pic it wouldn’t let me attach. This is the pic of the chair AFTER Rachel fixed it. I circled the numbers. The numbers are supposed to go together, but one rogue 2 wandered way off from his family. So the leg was built slightly askew the first time around.
Anyway, let’s hope the Carex people do the right thing. And by right thing, I’d like an apology, a stern talking at the idiot that messed up, and maybe a free wheelchair so I won’t have to crutch around as much next time my foot has one of it’s crises. BTW my feet are almost all better, almost. And I have new custom orthotics arriving next week (I hope those aren’t mislabeled).
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Shower Safety First
Three words that changed my life: Shower. Safety. Seat.
Early retirement rules!
If you asked me five years ago what would I be doing today, I doubt I would have said sitting in a Walmart parking lot while my wife purchases a shower safety seat for me. Oh and she even made a back story in case someone asked her about it: “It’s for my grandma.” FYI, her grandmas don't need one.
So still on crutches, but thanks to the miracle of my brand new shower safety seat, I can finally shower while cutting out the calorie burning associated with all that unnecessary standing. Exercise, blecghk! And the shower safety seat is made by the same brand as my crutches. You really do care, Carex!
Actually the box calls it a “bath & shower seat with back.” Exactly how a chair helps you take a bath, I’ll never know (foot bath?), unless your bathtub is as huge as Francis’s from Pee Wee’s Big Adventure. Stay out of the deep end, granny!
Anyway, so as this nice old gal above shows us, clothing is optional.
Early retirement rules!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Ravioli-Os
Wow, it’s been a long time since I have felt a little bloggy. Let’s see if I can pump out four this week just like old tymey’s sake.
So first I wanted to share this story about my lunch. First I should tell you I am on crutches and working from home today (I’ll blog more about my perpetual crutchy-ness next time), but you should know that the kitchen is literally five feet (as the fly flies), triple that when I have to swoop around the cape of good couch. Then it is another five feet to where my well meaning wife placed a can of Chef Boy our D’s (the D stands for delicioso) ravioli, which was by the microwave (fifteen feet is a lot with two brokey feet). Now she will contend that that was where I wanted it, but tis not so. I asked for Spaghetti-Os by the microwave so I could cook them: she couldn’t find those Os so she grabbed Ravioli-Os instead. But if she knew me at all, she would know I don’t like those cooked: I like them raw and wiggling (they’re precooked). Don’t judge me: you probably eat cold pizza; same thing weirdo.
I’ll totally elaborate more on my rapidly declining physical state another time but let’s just say that even in our tiny yet narrow apartment getting to the vittles is almost worth starving to avoid. I seriously just thought the hunger pains were better than scrambling for the Chef, but the hungry finally prevailed at about 2pm. Anyway so I went and grabbed my can and fork and flung them as best as I could to the couch. Then hobbled back to take my seat (all tired and such). Then the ring breaks off the can (it’s the kind with a ring).
So I hobble my brokey body all the way back to find the can opener and fling that on to the couch. Then hobble once again to my seat (now I knew it wasn’t worth the trip). The can opener doesn’t really work on cans made to be opened with a ring. So I try and try and jimmy it and jimmy it. And sauce splatters all over me. Fifteen minutes of prying and poking and sliding my fork around and whatnot later, and I finally get it open. I took a picture of the can. As you can see, this method is not exactly safe and I am just glad I didn’t cut a finger off or give myself lockjaw; I was too hungry to deal with either of those dilemmas, though they might have made this story actually interesting. I promise to give myself lockjaw next time.
So first I wanted to share this story about my lunch. First I should tell you I am on crutches and working from home today (I’ll blog more about my perpetual crutchy-ness next time), but you should know that the kitchen is literally five feet (as the fly flies), triple that when I have to swoop around the cape of good couch. Then it is another five feet to where my well meaning wife placed a can of Chef Boy our D’s (the D stands for delicioso) ravioli, which was by the microwave (fifteen feet is a lot with two brokey feet). Now she will contend that that was where I wanted it, but tis not so. I asked for Spaghetti-Os by the microwave so I could cook them: she couldn’t find those Os so she grabbed Ravioli-Os instead. But if she knew me at all, she would know I don’t like those cooked: I like them raw and wiggling (they’re precooked). Don’t judge me: you probably eat cold pizza; same thing weirdo.
I’ll totally elaborate more on my rapidly declining physical state another time but let’s just say that even in our tiny yet narrow apartment getting to the vittles is almost worth starving to avoid. I seriously just thought the hunger pains were better than scrambling for the Chef, but the hungry finally prevailed at about 2pm. Anyway so I went and grabbed my can and fork and flung them as best as I could to the couch. Then hobbled back to take my seat (all tired and such). Then the ring breaks off the can (it’s the kind with a ring).
So I hobble my brokey body all the way back to find the can opener and fling that on to the couch. Then hobble once again to my seat (now I knew it wasn’t worth the trip). The can opener doesn’t really work on cans made to be opened with a ring. So I try and try and jimmy it and jimmy it. And sauce splatters all over me. Fifteen minutes of prying and poking and sliding my fork around and whatnot later, and I finally get it open. I took a picture of the can. As you can see, this method is not exactly safe and I am just glad I didn’t cut a finger off or give myself lockjaw; I was too hungry to deal with either of those dilemmas, though they might have made this story actually interesting. I promise to give myself lockjaw next time.
Can with trusty ring opener. "LOOK! EASY OPEN TOP"
MMMmmmm cold Ravioli-Os right out of the can. Totally worth it.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
X-Men: Half "Butt"
My initial reaction to X-Men: First Class (more like X-Men: Half "Butt") was very similar to the Star Wars prequels, only not as extreme (in anticipation nor in disillusionment). It went something like this: awesome. Then: no wait meh. Finally: ugh, why does Fox hate me?
This movie feels like a great movie. That is until my feelings stop tingling and my brain starts its bizness. I actually like the Last Stand more and not because it is a great film or even a better film, but because the illogic detector of my brain doesn’t buzz with activity when I watched it. I can't overemphasize that if you don't mind that First Class makes no sense as a prequel to four other films then it is a great movie. Unfortunately my memory works too well for me to enjoy this thing.
First what First Class did right:
The plot was actually pretty cool.
The actors were great.
It looked fantastic.
It was fun.
Still it had all the little problems of the Wolverine movie. It didn’t add up. The details I mean. And I am more than willing to overlook the actor changes and the bizarre character changes from both films (very bizarre) including power and history rewrites. The director/writers that made this film are the laziest sacks of craps on the planet. Did they even watch the originals? Maybe they merely skimmed Wikipedia. If you had no qualms with this movie, then it’s because you are not that big of a fan the originals or like the director just don’t give a poop. The people I saw First Class with hadn’t seen them in years (or not at all), so their memories of the original series is about as fuzzy as the director’s but they remembered Moira not being a spy so much.
Boring fact-based nerdy spoiler alert!
1) Moira is like a doctor or nurse or something in the comics, but more importantly in the post-credit scene of the Last Stand, she is seen doing nursy type stuff. So what, she was fed up with the CIA, quit being a bad-A, went to medical school and adopted an Irish accent? From tough American spy to gentle Irish nurse? That’s possible I guess.
2) Where did Magneto say he got his “stupid looking helmet”? Oh that’s right, he made it. And how did he make it? He made it because he helped Professor X build Cerebro. Oh wait I guess Magneto was lying in the originals because the commies made it for some reason for Sebastian Shaw and Magneto simply stole it. Oh and neither Professor X nor Magneto even helped build Cerebro (at least the first one); it was built by the CIA and designed by McCoy. Bah.
3) Moira gets the old C3PO memory wipe at the end of the film. Why? To hide the whereabouts of Charles of course. Why wouldn’t the CIA check his address? It’s probably in the freaking phone book for poop’s sake!
4) They are basically fighting the brotherhood of mutants, not the “real” Hellfire Club of the comics. I realize that Fox doesn’t give a flying poop about comic books, Marvel, nor its followers, so they don’t bother trying to capture any detail of the Hellfire Club other than the underwear wearing and secretive aspect of the group (and only 2 of the members of the group), but it is a clone of Magneto's brotherhood from the originals (or it turns out Magneto is the clone of Shaw, stealing the groups members, ideas, methods, and hats). They have the exact same modus operandi: mutants are the future, kill all humans. That is some lazy writing and you know it when all you had to do was read some comics and stick Mastermind and that Cyborg guy and the fat bearded guy who makes things heavy in there. Magneto just takes over like whoever wears the funny hat gets to be in charge and thee is no discernable difference between the Hellfire Club and the Brotherhood of Mutants. In fact, Magneto only does anything in this film to kill Shaw and supplant him. Then Professor X lets all the bad guys go like they didn’t just kill a hundred CIA agents and Darwin, and almost started a nuclear war. Professor X should have taken over Azazel and transported himself to a hospital at least then knock out the other bad guys or something at least. How do they even get off the island? Why can’t the Hellfire Club have been more like the comics and less a clone of the brotherhood from the first films in almost every conceivable way? Speaking of island, wasn't the invisible blockade farther than a quarter mile from the coast?
5) Professor X and Mystique’s relationship, as awkward as it was, made no sense in relation to the original movies. Think about this. Charles and Erik knew each other for like a week in this movie. Yes like a freaking week, and somehow they grew to become lifetime frenemies. Yet, Mystique, who was super close to Charles most of her life, doesn’t even acknowledge Professor X in any of the other movies, certainly not when she tries to kill him. And Professor X visits Magneto for periodic chess matches with Magneto, but it doesn’t mention him ever visiting his adopted sister? It’s not like they parted ways on sour terms (it would have at least made sense if Charles dated her then dumped her for Moira like in the Ultimate X-Men comics). I call shenanigans. Lazy shenanigans.
6) I don’t know if this is a reboot like Superman Returns (more like Superman Reruns) or what, but it makes no GD f-ing sense chronologically. There is the thing about the beast being human in the second film then blue in the third and whatever; I guess we don’t care, but here is something I just can’t ignore. The opening scene to the Last Stand, a walking older Xavier and Erik visiting Jean Grey for recruitment. Yes walking. Yes friends. Yes founding a school together. Yes crucial scene. It implies from Magneto’s question that they wouldn’t visit everyone in person, which is mind boggling when you consider that they have already done this before when they were way younger and yes they visited everyone including Wolverine in person. It sort of implies that Jean was one of the first. None of it makes any sense now. Which gets me to my next peeve.
7) I wasn’t a huge fan of the Lucasian style prequel wrap up either. I don’t know why a) Charles and Erik had to end their relationship so soon after meeting b) Magneto had to immediately form the brotherhood of mutants c) the Death Star had to be shown being constructed-oh I mean Cerebro was built already d) Magneto had to adopt his cape and whatnot, and e) this is the clincher: Charles had to have his back severed? Why so soon? Although it was actually kind of interesting the way they did it so I guess it wasn’t too bad, even though it is a bit much to all happen in this first film and doesn't fit chronologically. f) Heck even the plane was here. It’s as if everything from the originals all happened in this one movie ( g)the beast turns blue etc.). Why couldn’t stuff happen over time? Why does it all have to be shown right then? Reminds me of the ten minutes that defined Indian Jones for the rest of his life (he gained a fear of snakes, learned to love adventure, realized artifacts belonged in museums, learned to operate his trademark bullwhip, and received his famous hat in one very important, convenient life event).
Lazy filmmaking aside, it was great as long as you don’t dwell on the huge inconsistencies and lack of original villain group. Fox should really just give up their half-butted charade and let Marvel do an authentic reboot already. I leave you this question to ponder: when did Michael Ironside get so fat? I didn't remember him being that way in Terminator Salvation.
This movie feels like a great movie. That is until my feelings stop tingling and my brain starts its bizness. I actually like the Last Stand more and not because it is a great film or even a better film, but because the illogic detector of my brain doesn’t buzz with activity when I watched it. I can't overemphasize that if you don't mind that First Class makes no sense as a prequel to four other films then it is a great movie. Unfortunately my memory works too well for me to enjoy this thing.
First what First Class did right:
The plot was actually pretty cool.
The actors were great.
It looked fantastic.
It was fun.
Still it had all the little problems of the Wolverine movie. It didn’t add up. The details I mean. And I am more than willing to overlook the actor changes and the bizarre character changes from both films (very bizarre) including power and history rewrites. The director/writers that made this film are the laziest sacks of craps on the planet. Did they even watch the originals? Maybe they merely skimmed Wikipedia. If you had no qualms with this movie, then it’s because you are not that big of a fan the originals or like the director just don’t give a poop. The people I saw First Class with hadn’t seen them in years (or not at all), so their memories of the original series is about as fuzzy as the director’s but they remembered Moira not being a spy so much.
Boring fact-based nerdy spoiler alert!
1) Moira is like a doctor or nurse or something in the comics, but more importantly in the post-credit scene of the Last Stand, she is seen doing nursy type stuff. So what, she was fed up with the CIA, quit being a bad-A, went to medical school and adopted an Irish accent? From tough American spy to gentle Irish nurse? That’s possible I guess.
2) Where did Magneto say he got his “stupid looking helmet”? Oh that’s right, he made it. And how did he make it? He made it because he helped Professor X build Cerebro. Oh wait I guess Magneto was lying in the originals because the commies made it for some reason for Sebastian Shaw and Magneto simply stole it. Oh and neither Professor X nor Magneto even helped build Cerebro (at least the first one); it was built by the CIA and designed by McCoy. Bah.
3) Moira gets the old C3PO memory wipe at the end of the film. Why? To hide the whereabouts of Charles of course. Why wouldn’t the CIA check his address? It’s probably in the freaking phone book for poop’s sake!
4) They are basically fighting the brotherhood of mutants, not the “real” Hellfire Club of the comics. I realize that Fox doesn’t give a flying poop about comic books, Marvel, nor its followers, so they don’t bother trying to capture any detail of the Hellfire Club other than the underwear wearing and secretive aspect of the group (and only 2 of the members of the group), but it is a clone of Magneto's brotherhood from the originals (or it turns out Magneto is the clone of Shaw, stealing the groups members, ideas, methods, and hats). They have the exact same modus operandi: mutants are the future, kill all humans. That is some lazy writing and you know it when all you had to do was read some comics and stick Mastermind and that Cyborg guy and the fat bearded guy who makes things heavy in there. Magneto just takes over like whoever wears the funny hat gets to be in charge and thee is no discernable difference between the Hellfire Club and the Brotherhood of Mutants. In fact, Magneto only does anything in this film to kill Shaw and supplant him. Then Professor X lets all the bad guys go like they didn’t just kill a hundred CIA agents and Darwin, and almost started a nuclear war. Professor X should have taken over Azazel and transported himself to a hospital at least then knock out the other bad guys or something at least. How do they even get off the island? Why can’t the Hellfire Club have been more like the comics and less a clone of the brotherhood from the first films in almost every conceivable way? Speaking of island, wasn't the invisible blockade farther than a quarter mile from the coast?
5) Professor X and Mystique’s relationship, as awkward as it was, made no sense in relation to the original movies. Think about this. Charles and Erik knew each other for like a week in this movie. Yes like a freaking week, and somehow they grew to become lifetime frenemies. Yet, Mystique, who was super close to Charles most of her life, doesn’t even acknowledge Professor X in any of the other movies, certainly not when she tries to kill him. And Professor X visits Magneto for periodic chess matches with Magneto, but it doesn’t mention him ever visiting his adopted sister? It’s not like they parted ways on sour terms (it would have at least made sense if Charles dated her then dumped her for Moira like in the Ultimate X-Men comics). I call shenanigans. Lazy shenanigans.
6) I don’t know if this is a reboot like Superman Returns (more like Superman Reruns) or what, but it makes no GD f-ing sense chronologically. There is the thing about the beast being human in the second film then blue in the third and whatever; I guess we don’t care, but here is something I just can’t ignore. The opening scene to the Last Stand, a walking older Xavier and Erik visiting Jean Grey for recruitment. Yes walking. Yes friends. Yes founding a school together. Yes crucial scene. It implies from Magneto’s question that they wouldn’t visit everyone in person, which is mind boggling when you consider that they have already done this before when they were way younger and yes they visited everyone including Wolverine in person. It sort of implies that Jean was one of the first. None of it makes any sense now. Which gets me to my next peeve.
7) I wasn’t a huge fan of the Lucasian style prequel wrap up either. I don’t know why a) Charles and Erik had to end their relationship so soon after meeting b) Magneto had to immediately form the brotherhood of mutants c) the Death Star had to be shown being constructed-oh I mean Cerebro was built already d) Magneto had to adopt his cape and whatnot, and e) this is the clincher: Charles had to have his back severed? Why so soon? Although it was actually kind of interesting the way they did it so I guess it wasn’t too bad, even though it is a bit much to all happen in this first film and doesn't fit chronologically. f) Heck even the plane was here. It’s as if everything from the originals all happened in this one movie ( g)the beast turns blue etc.). Why couldn’t stuff happen over time? Why does it all have to be shown right then? Reminds me of the ten minutes that defined Indian Jones for the rest of his life (he gained a fear of snakes, learned to love adventure, realized artifacts belonged in museums, learned to operate his trademark bullwhip, and received his famous hat in one very important, convenient life event).
Lazy filmmaking aside, it was great as long as you don’t dwell on the huge inconsistencies and lack of original villain group. Fox should really just give up their half-butted charade and let Marvel do an authentic reboot already. I leave you this question to ponder: when did Michael Ironside get so fat? I didn't remember him being that way in Terminator Salvation.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The Opposite of Advertising
So I noticed this ad on Gmail the other day:
My first reaction was "Oh boy [sarc mark]. Just what I always wanted!"
But then I realized that the ads on Hotmail are so very bad. They make no sense. they are insulting and stupid. Some on Facebook are the same. Here are a few that I noticed recently and captured like an injured Pokemon.
The above ad is a little sexist or something. I am not sure I'd like to be present for that pitch meeting. "Sexy superhero goes back to get her education!" Then someone shouts, "Oh and she bounces up and down!" That went without saying. Then the next meeting someone came up with a new idea to trump that with "Sexy superhero goes back to school, but she has the head of and old dude or something." Pictured below: WHY!?
You don't know how much I pay . . .officer.
My first reaction was "Oh boy [sarc mark]. Just what I always wanted!"
But then I realized that the ads on Hotmail are so very bad. They make no sense. they are insulting and stupid. Some on Facebook are the same. Here are a few that I noticed recently and captured like an injured Pokemon.
The above ad is a little sexist or something. I am not sure I'd like to be present for that pitch meeting. "Sexy superhero goes back to get her education!" Then someone shouts, "Oh and she bounces up and down!" That went without saying. Then the next meeting someone came up with a new idea to trump that with "Sexy superhero goes back to school, but she has the head of and old dude or something." Pictured below: WHY!?
Also he looks pissed to be graduating in that body. Speaking of pissed. Look at this cop who also, BTW, was bouncing up and down. Usually angry people don't bounce.
You don't know how much I pay . . .officer.
This last one is from Facebook. I copied it because it makes no freaking sense and it has bad grammar: who makes a fifty word ad without at least proofreading the copy! And why does it look like the Batplane?
These weren't even the worst. They were just dumb one I noticed recently. What is the opposite of advertising, you know where your goal is to scare away any potential customers?
These weren't even the worst. They were just dumb one I noticed recently. What is the opposite of advertising, you know where your goal is to scare away any potential customers?Monday, April 18, 2011
De Moded
This is a story about the one time I was really excited and positive about something. Ever. So I recently started an MBA program from Western Governors University (WGU). FYI this school is awesome and you don’t even know OK! Sorry, I had to get my defensiveness out of the way early. So anyway, this school is pretty cool. Whatevs. So I got my results back from my first assessment that I have been waiting for. If you don’t know what an assessment is, it’s basically a test. Anyway so they provide comments on the results. There are several sections but you have to pass them all (and it’s open book so no big deal). FYI I totally passed. So here is the comments I found waiting for me this morning: Great job on this task! All aspects of the task are acceptable; the task is complete. Keep up the great work! Sweeeet. So I am awesome and stuff. Possibly the smartest person alive. So in hubris, I read the comment aloud to my coworkers and post this feedback verbatim on Facespace. Then someone replies with: Where are you getting your mba. Seems like a computer generated response. Moded! Dang. Too ashamed to admit WGU is an online unie, I reply with “you reply is computer generated.” That’ll show ‘em. So it turns out I suck and everything I stand for is lame. I was about three seconds away from emailing the evaluator department to investigate. What is this is just the same old crap they say to everyone automatically who passes? I don’t need to investigate. My heart tells me it is. Why wouldn’t they have a prewritten comment saying “’atta boy. Keep on trucking!”? I would. Who has time to write great job to everyone who passes? So I suck. No more positivity from me ever. From now on I’ll stick to handing out the moded not receiving them.
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