9.30.10

Raunt

Elevator button placement. I mean the 'call this elevator' button. Why can you only push the elevator button when you get right TO the elevator? Why can't you push it immediately upon leaving a room down the long hall before you get to the elevator? Wouldn't that be nifty? Then, when you get to the elevator, it would be there—like magic! Love magic, hate last minute buttons!

Rave

SBD's. Because they make you laugh. Coming from a puppy or a person, when an SBD enters the territory, you just have to smile. Love that!

9.29.10

Raunt

Passwords. Oh man, I hate that technology has introduced a new way to have "senior moments" all day long by requiring passwords. Passwords to log-on, passwords to remind, passwords to reset a password, passwords for email, passwords for blogs! I try to use the same password often, but 'cha can't because there are password rules. Today I used a service that had a password checklist! Yup, a checklist: letters, numbers, a punctuation mark, etc. The checklist told me when to stop. It was too much. I hate being instructed on how to make up a password!

Rave

Hot water bottles. Yeah, they're old fashioned. Yeah, when they cool off if your feet hit'em in the middle of the night it's stinks, but ooo, when you are crawling into bed and you have a 2'x2' square of warm sheet(s) due to a toasty hot water bottle warm-up, it's a lil'slice o'heaven. Or what I hope heaven will be. I love hot water bottles!

9.28.10

Raunt
Batteries. Batteries drive me nutz. You either have too many double D's in your drawer and not enough AAA's or you have a drawer full various sizes, but a bunch of them are dead because the bag you typically put them in for hazardous waste broke and so they're ramblin' all over the place. They run out of battery juice (a term which also drives me nutz) just when you need them most: a fun night out with your nieces! or they're not *quite* dead so they fake you out and just make your 'action toy' stall out. I hate batteries.


Rave
Bite size brownies. Mmmm, delish! That's what I have to say about a lil'bite'l'do'ya brownies. Sometimes they come plain, sometimes they have some crazy good ganache frosting on them, sometimes they have a little cherry on top. All good, all the time, and no feeling bad about bites. I love bite size brownies!

9.27.10

Raunt
Bugs.
Bugs are bad. They make me mad. They creep and crawl all over.
Up my sleeve! Down my shirt! Oh mr. bug you're such a flirt.
I scratch, I slap, I stomp, I wave. I want them all in tiny graves.
When snow comes flying, and oh it will, 
I hope you bugs become landfill.


Rave
People who enjoy their jobs. I love it when I deal with someone who loves their job. It's so obvious. They are genuine. A conversation can be serious and professional (yes, that is out of stock, my apologies, but perhaps this would work instead), or lighthearted and empathetic (sorry! that drives me crazy, too; hope it doesn't happen again). They don't say too much (oh yeah, my daughter needs this shampoo, too, or her hair looks like hell), or too little (nope! don't have it). They are "just right". Thank you people who enjoy your jobs!