Archive for October, 2004

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Photographing small children is a pretty fun thing. I went to a dinner tonight for my grandmother’s birthday, and my cousin brought along his baby girl. She’s a pretty smiley one, which makes photographing easy. Of course, trying to get her to stare straight into the camera is difficult, so I was basically waiting with the camera’s focus locked on her.

I ended up snapping quite a few photos, and luckily a bunch came out sharp. Let me just say that babies do not stay still for very long.

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Wow, my first free Wednesday in a while and what do I do with it? Watch TV. I’m such an incredibly huge couch potato.

It’s been getting pretty cold these days. This morning it was a whopping 54 degrees. Now while that does not seem cold to those freezing on the East Coast, it’s cold for Californians.

I do like that brisk fall weather though, where I can wear my thick coat, fuzzy warm hat, and of course, my scarf. I love bundling up and having that warm toasty feeling, though it’s too cold when bundling up doesn’t make me warm. Did you notice I got another scarf?

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Have they learned nothing from Milli Vanilli? Personally, when attending a live performance, I would not expect the songs to be as perfect as the cds because afterall, the singers’ voices must get tired. Also, I’m sure that when they record in the studios, there is perfect accoustics and multiple takes.

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Have you ever had the ATM spit out more money when you’re making a withdrawl? Would you feel guilty or return the money? Perhaps you would feel like it’s your lucky day. Afterall, those big banking institutions see you as a number and rip you off on services. So what’s the big deal if they made a mistake and you benefit from it?

No, I didn’t get extra money flying out of the machine this morning when I visited the ATM. In fact, I don’t think I know anybody that’s had that happen to them. It seems like thats something that only happens in the movies.

At any rate, something similar to that happened to me recently with respect to my vacation hours. I took a 3 days off for a trip and instead of deducting the 3 days, they ADDED 3 days, which gives me a net of 6 unearned days.

When I firsted noticed, I couldn’t really believe my eyes. I mean, HR usually has that sort of thing down pat. They don’t make mistakes like that. I also didn’t recall any sort of extra days rewarded to me, so I chalked it up to human error.

My question is, should I report my findings to the powers that be? Chances are, those 6 free days will be taken away if I report them. I always try to be honest, trustworthy and a “team player,” but at the same time, my company hasn’t exactly been that way towards me. So… give as good as I get?

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Yeauck… my fake Dayquil (generic brand) tastes gross. I was standing at the medicine aisle this morning and debated whether or not to buy the pill form or syrup form. I figured that the syrup form would absorb more easily than the pill form. I could be completely wrong, and would my tongue would have suffered 2 lashings of the stuff for nothing.

Then there’s the debate of brand name vs. generic. On the generic label, it says to compare the active ingredients to Dayquil; and so I did, since the Dayquil bottle was conveniently next to the generic bottle. They both had exact the same active ingredients, so I decided to save myself the money.

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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I often drive along the highway and see some poor animal flattened like a pancake or off to the side of the road. Yesterday, I saw raccoon roadkill and I asked my passenger, “How did it get off the road?”

We thought about it for a while, and my friend’s guess was that it must’ve been hit and flew off to the side of the road. My guess was that it was hit and continued to walk until it pretty much plopped down. So I suppose that explains how some animals end up off the road

So how does a flattened animal get to the side? Does somebody pick it up and move it? Chances are that if a car runs over it, it wouldn’t move off. Or would it?

Scarf Girl, thinking nonsense.

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Well, I’m back from my trip to Tahoe. I had not been to Tahoe during the non-winter season and I realized that Tahoe is pretty spectacular without the snow as well. I should definitely make a point of going up there next year and sitting by the lakeside.

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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“Hi, I can’t answer the phone right now, but if you leave your name, number, and a message, I’ll return your call as soon as I can. Thanks.”

How many times have you heard a voicemail greeting similar to that? Recently, I was waiting for the beep to leave a message. Then I realized, Um… clearly they can’t answer the phone and that’s why it switched to voicemail. So why do people say that in the first place? Nevermind me, I’m just being a smartypants right now.

Off to my company retreat. *sigh* The company say they’ll giveth, but then they take-awayeth what they planned to giveth.

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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Picking up and relocating yourself is probably one of the scariest things a person can do. People like to be in their comfort zones and have routines (to a certain extent), and disrupting that can flip your insides all around.

I have a friend who recently accepted a job offer up in Seattle and he’s got 1 month to say his goodbyes, have his farewell gatherings and pack up the comfortable life that he’s created here in the Bay Area for the past 11 years.

This reminds me of when I went to study abroad during my junior year in college. I was accepted during the spring semester sophomore year and had the rest of that term and the summer to do all my farewells. While I would only be gone for 9 months, it was still a big deal to take myself completely out of my comfort zone and dump myself in a foreign country where I only have a moderate grasp of the language.

I remember not knowing what to expect, not having any friends there, though coincidentally, I ran into an old high school friend who also participated in the program. I didn’t know if I’d get utterly lost on the streets or if I could make friends easily. There were so many unknowns, which was frightening.

At the same time, though, it was exciting to be in a new environment where you get to make discoveries. The sights, the sounds, the smells. Somehow, being in a new place makes you feel a bit more alive.

I wish the koala bear good luck in his upcoming adventure and I look forward to hearing interesting stories.

Scarf Girl, signing off.

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