chaiya: (books)
Edited to add: Due to trying to make progress on addressing this situation, as well as coming back to my normally-60-hours-a-week job after camping vacation, I do not have nearly the time I'd like to respond to comments. They will all be read, and I will do my best to participate in this discussion, too, but I want to explain why I'm less available than I wish I could be.
chaiya: (quizzical)
In the past 12 hours, I've gotten two calls from a guy named Matthew which, for one reason or another, I was unable to answer and therefore they went to voicemail. He's left two rather creepy voicemails.

The first one said that he'd been meaning to call me for the past couple of days (have we met??), and he's a nutritionist of some kind (holistic?) in the area who thinks that he and I could network about clients and I could share my client info with him so that he could help them with their bodies, too. Um, no thanks. I NEVER share client info with anyone, but especially not someone I don't think I've met! I don't even discuss my clients with Steve, to protect their privacy.

I assume he got my number from the ATMA website, or something, doing a search for massage therapists in the area. This morning's call, in which he didn't seem to remember leaving me a message late last night, seems to support that theory.

The second message, just now, said that he's sure we can work together "to better ourselves and our clients." Um, thanks, but no. This second message also says that he meant to call me last night, but didn't get around to it before it was too late. In fact, his call last night was kinda late. But he did call.

And he reiterated on his second message that he wants to "better" me and my clients. Um, thanks, but no thanks.

So. If ever you get a call from a stranger and they say that you're a client of mine and they got your info from me, it is patently false. If I want my clients to be in touch with someone, I give my *clients* the relevant contact info, and leave it in their hands, or get permission to give their contact info to someone. You wouldn't receive a phone call from someone else before hearing from me about it.

Comments aren't screened, but please, if you're a client, feel free to email me offline about this rather than posting in LJ. I will do my best to address any concerns you may have.
chaiya: (explosion)
I received a leaflet from the recycling effort at my other job today. It says:

Recycling one aluminum can
saves enough energy to run a
TV for three hours
or the
equivalent of a half a gallon
of gasoline.

Can that be true? Wow.
chaiya: (nonsequitur)
My coworkers have gotten (back) out of the habit of refilling the Brita when they're done with it.

It currently has a label that says, "This is the refill line. Kindly refill this pitcher." Perhaps that isn't clear enough? Or perhaps it isn't memorable enough!

Rejected label ideas include:

"[insert favorite deity here] smiles upon those who refill the water pitcher when done."

"Those who don't refill the water pitcher don't deserve water."

And then I got on a Dune tangent ... "Be a good water brother! Refill the water pitcher!"

Or am I thinking Heinlein? "I am but an egg, but even I refill the water pitcher!"

Anyone have any suggestions to add to the pile? I'm seriously thinking of making a new label for it, and also in serious need of some amusement today. :P
chaiya: (zomg!)
This is definitely the book of the morning. Go out and read it. I'll wait.

Crystal woke up 10 minutes early this morning, but still managed to be 10 minutes late leaving the house. This caused her to miss the bus that would get her to work on time for her meeting. She could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

Crystal rushed out of the house without breakfast, which meant she couldn't take her medication because it would make her throw up. She thinks she left the bottles out on the table, where the cats will throw it onto the floor and hide it beneath the stove. Discovering those bottles, dusty and banged up, at the end of a very long day today will be the end of a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

Crystal did remember to grab lunch before leaving the house. You would think this would be a bonus. Sadly, no. Crystal's Asian food leftovers, while good-smelling, were not the scent she would choose to wear to work in the morning. And she's not sure how she's going to get that sauce out of her iPod case. This was definitely going to be a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

... Perhaps she should move to Australia.Continued ... )

And Crystal thought, as she sat down to her computer for work, that this story might amuse all of her friends. And that would make this less of a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day. In fact, she was sure that a day here with her friends would be better than any day in Australia.

... Although she's okay with testing that hypothesis, someday, when it's cold in New England and warm in Australia. ;)


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