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Shakespeare's Sister
20 September 2009 @ 06:59 pm
I need a copy of "dating for dummies." So much to write, but not much energy to do it.
Shakespeare's Sister
Cryin' on the corner
waitin' in the rain

I swear I'll never ever wait again.
You gave me your word
but words for you are lies.
Darlin' in my wildest dreams I never thought I'd go
But it's time to let you know -
I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears

I'm gonna turn and leave you here.
All of my life I've been waitin' in the rain

I've been waitin' for a feelin' that never ever came

It feels so close but always disappears.
Darlin' in your wildest dreams you never had a clue
But it's time you got the news -
I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears

Darlin' in my wildest dreams I never thought I'd go . . .
I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears
. . .
I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears

I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears

Harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears

harden my heart -
I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears

I'm gonna harden my heart . . .

How appropriate. Quarterflash FTW!
Shakespeare's Sister
25 April 2009 @ 03:27 pm
In January I bought this awesome dress at Penneys I loved. I packed it to bring with me on a trip and when I took it out of the suitcase I noticed a few rhinestones missing out of the belt. I didn't wear it and took it back to Penneys immediately upon returning. Unfortunately I did not have the receipt and I did not want to trade it in for another dress like it as I bought it specifically for my trip and the trip was over. They issued me store credit and I had carried it around waiting to find something else I liked.

Last month there was another dress I was in love with, but they did not have my size. The associate told me I had to order it online and have it delivered to the store. I asked if I could use my store credit and she said no. I told her I could not buy it if I couldn't use my store credit. She told me I could charge it to my Penney's charge and then use the store credit to pay the charge balance. I thought that was great and ordered it.

I went down today to pay the card balance and handed them my store credit. They told me they could not accept it for a payment. I calmly told them I was informed by an associate that you could and that was the only reason I purchased the dress and then I asked to speak with a manager. I calmly told the manager the situation and he told me there was nothing he could do about it. I repeated again that I was upset because I made a purchase I normally would not have wasted my money on being told by one of their trained associates I could pay for it this way. This was not my fault I was misinformed, is there something you can do to make up for YOUR staffs mistake? He said no again. I asked if I could buy a gift card with the store credit and pay the credit card with that, and he said no. I asked if I could trade the credit in for cash, that way nothing would be missing from their registers. No. I asked if I could buy something for the amount on the store credit, return it for cash, and then use that to pay for the balance. No. I asked "Can you please make this one exception? I am a valued customer, gold card holder, I have given your store $1000s over the years. I am really hoping you could make an exception to please your customer. I am not sure I will be coming back to your store" at this point I was starting to get really upset. I am sure you are wondering why I didn't just suck it up and pay it out of my checkbook. The original dress was paid for with a check, so the money was lost, to be replaced with store credit. I would have NEVER bought this $70 dress if I didn't have the store credit from the dress I already paid for. I don't have enough money at the moment for frivolous purchases. I did not want to pay out of pocket for it.

At this point they threatened to call security on me. I started to bawl. I totally lost it. I was so humiliated, so frustrated, etc. I got out my check book to pay and then just leave and cry in the car.

There was another associate who stayed in the background but hinted several times she understood why I was upset and she was not upset with me, like the managers were. She then offered to pay the balance out of her checkbook and I could give her my store credit. I told her no, that was not necessary, Penney's won, I'll just pay for it out of pocket. Her reply was "No, no. I can't see a customer upset like this. It is our job to make sure our customers are pleased and have happy transactions. I need to do this for you." I thanked her graciously and plan on sending her a thank you card. I apologized to the managers and told them I was sorry for making a big deal about it, but I really don't have money to waste and I was misinformed by your employee and felt there should have been better effort made on their parts to correct this wrong. I said I will never forget this transaction, but especially would not forget the kindness of this employee.

I understand if you think I am pathetic for making such a big fuss over this, but I was truly upset. I've been on edge alot lately and this just sort of toppled me over. I cried the whole way home. I'm waiting for a letter saying I am never welcome in Penney's again or something. I am so embarassed yet so grateful for the kind associate who went above and beyond to make sure her customers were satisfied.
Shakespeare's Sister
25 March 2009 @ 11:55 am
Moz fans! Check out my new license plate. I am SO excited!!!!

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26 October 2008 @ 07:38 pm
I am on a entry making frenzy today.

I've been running lately. Trying to shed about 30 lbs. I joined a gym. I run on the indoor track. My only friend is my green iPod nano. Engraved on the back is "Because We Must" That iPod is not only filled with my favorite songs, but some of my favorite memories.

I've been filling nostalgic. Every song on the shuffle brings me back to a time that just a memory now.
It makes me sad. I feel like lately I have not been making memories. I don't really have friends at the moment and it's difficult to make memories alone.

Bob Dylan's "Hurricane" brings me back to freshman year at IUP. I live in 626 Shafer Hall, a building which itself will soon be a mere memory. My desk was located next to the window. I had red curtains. In the nicer weather I tied the curtains back and let the window open. It was so hot in there. My window looked down over the "governors quad" courtyard. I would listen to that song all the time with those windows open and the sunlight coming in. I don't know why, but just hearing it brought me back to then. The only real memory is siting in my purple chair at the desk, IMing people from my Dell desktop, the red haze from the curtains casting red on my face, the wall. Life was so much simpler then.

The one thing I miss about Blairsville is the Italian Club. Just an old fashioned social club where the drinks are cheap and the same people sat around the same bar, in the same stools, drinking the same drinks. They played the same songs on the same cheap jukebox. When Matt was away (frequently) I would go down there just to be social. I would sip on Bacardi and Diet Coke and talk, sometimes just listen. The stool I always sat in was always close to the jukebox. People would hand me dollars to go play songs. The jukebox did not have a huge selection, and the same songs were always played. I would always play Fleetwood Mac's "Gypsy". Hearing that song puts me back in that stole, in that smoky bar, with my way to strong drink, with all those drunks. Was it the best company? Probably not. But is that company better than no company at all? Yes. It's like Cheers. Everyone knows your name. And your favorite drink.

In college, I had two best friends. Kristin and Big Dave. I was the only one with a drivers license. We would ride around in my Sunfire (RIP). We would always listen to music and sing. I remember the one time, we went to the bars uptown, and stopped at the ATM machine in the lobby of the First National Bank. For whatever reason, Kristin and I decided to break into song and sang a lovely rendition of "National Front Disco". The acoustics were great. I am sure we are on the security camera. Anyone who saw us and heard us probably thought we were the biggest fools on earth, but it was fun to be so carefree and immature. I ran a bit faster when that song came on. I had to celebrate the memory of having little cares and just being able to belt out a song, no matter how foolish we appeared.

"In the jukebox of her memory, the list of names slip by and stops. She closes her eyes, and smiles as the record drops." -the lovely Ani DiFranco
Shakespeare's Sister
26 October 2008 @ 07:22 pm
Something happened to me last week that compelled me to write an entry, which I am now finally getting a chance to do.

I live in Western Pennsylvania. Always have. It's interesting here. Depressing. The Representative from my district (Congressman Murtha) referred to us as racist rednecks. Unfortunately, it's true.

Hunting is HUGE here. I mean, a holiday. Kids get days off of school for it. I have to fill in at the Post Office because the OIC is taking the week off for hunting. It is a big deal.

Luckily, I have never been exposed to it firsthand. Nobody in my family was into it. I choose not to associate myself with people who are. I remember when I met one of Matts friends for the first time and he commented on my purple paw print badge on my winter coat (Animal Rescue Site) and we had a giant debate on animal cruelty. I never wanted to see this man again (and never did). It sickens me that people can find enjoyment in killing innocent animals, in taking their fragile lives. I always hated the argument that people need to hunt for food. We are not a hunting and gathering society. I hear all to often that hunting is the only way people can afford to eat. HELLO?! Is hunting free? No. The rifles and ammo are expensive. The stupid clothes are expensive. Preparing the animal to become food is expensive. For all people pay for one hunting season, they can make several trips to the grocery to buy food. Not to mention, it's not solely for food. What about when the mount the poor things head as a trophy? Disgusting.

The school district I teach in is particularly rural and lower class. I am there because I could not find work anywhere else. I was in for a sixth grade class. At the end of the day a little boy comes up to me with a photo and goes "Look Mrs. B, I killed a squirrel yesterday!" I turned my head away real quick so I didn't have to see, and told him to please not show me that. The child was disappointed and asked why, since he was so proud. I kindly explained to him that I do not believe in killing animals for my own pleasure and game, and I did not want to see his photo as it would only upset me. What do you do in a situation like this? I broke the childs heart by not caring about his prize, yet it broke my own heart to hear of this poor squirrel who had to die by the hand of a 12 year old (subject of 12 year olds with guns will be a future entry).

I never want to experience this again. Unfortunately, with deer season being upon us, I think this is only the beginning.

How are humans capable of such cruelty?
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30 July 2008 @ 10:07 am
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06 April 2008 @ 02:36 pm
I'm still alive.

I just went back about 100 entries on my f-list to see what you all are up to.

Life got real bad and I "fell off" LJ.

I've spent the past two days getting my house ready; we are potentially listing it tomorrow. This is good. Send good vibes we like what the Realtor thinks we can get and that someone actually comes and buys it. I'm not convinced the housing market here is the greatest. I mean, maybe worse case scenario, we can make it a student rental and charge each student enough to pay the mortgage and then a little extra (like, $2000 each a semester. One student's rent will to the mortgage and the others, a small part for mortgage and the rest a bit of profit) but damn, our house is too nice for auto school students. I mean, maybe if there was older, more mature ones. I don't know. Just hope we can sell it. We can't move until this house is as good as gone because of our VA loan, can't have two at once and we can't pay off the mortgage on this one without selling it first. We have a CD that could cover it, but it doesn't "go" until January, and we really hope we don't have to wait that long. Moving in the winter will suck.

Lots of other things going on, but that's the only one I have the energy to talk about.

Tell me how you all are doing.