The nice customer service folk overseas

Let me begin with this--I am not a bigot. Please do not email me to tell me that I am. I have been dealing with Dell about a computer problem for weeks now. The people I have spoken to have been, for the most part, very considerate and patient. Even though most of them speak the king's english better than I do I think the thick accents and cultural differences get in the way. I have spent the majority of a 45 minute conversation asking" excuse me?" or "I didn't understand that". It gets a little embarassing after a while and makes me feel like a blooming idiot. I'm sure the Southern accent doesn't help, but even if the customer service department was in downtown Manhattan or Da' Bronx, I think they'd understand better. It is just that there is such a cultural difference. I spent 30 minutes explaining what a part time job was and why I could not be home to have a package picked up from home. After being reassured several times that it would be handled correctly(this was the third go around with customer service) I received an email a few moments later with the information completely wrong and 180 degrees to what we had discussed. Oh well that's enough about that. Maybe I'll ramble on women and cell phones again............................

Thank God for pollen

Pollen. I know without it, life as we know would cease to exist. Now that I've said that let me go on to say how it really sucks. Besides being messy and keeping the family cars and house nasty, it is awesome to breathe. I really think that terrorists could use this stuff as some form of biologically advanced killer. I was lucky enough this week to develop a sinus infection from this lovely airborne destructo machine. The crap coming out of my head every morning was thick enough to use as mortar and apparently comes in a veritable rainbow of color. I have never been so miserable in my life (except for the two years I dated a particular girl in college). At some point in my over-the-counter drug induced haze I considered using a drill to tap a hole in my head to relieve some pressure. Thankfully fate stepped in and I passed out from the fever. Anyway......I guess I'll say it was almost as bad as women with cell phones in SUVs.