Philotic Web

Confession: I'm in training for a new job at a call center, and there are about 15 other people in the same classes as me. One of them has been through training before because, as she constantly reminds us, she used to work for corporate, than moved on to another career, and now wishes to be a part of "the family," which requires her to go through training again.

Anyway, we were practicing calls in groups of three, where one person acts as the customer, one as a rep, and one just sort of sits there. I was supposed to be the rep, and another person was the customer, and the person in question as the "observer." After the "customer" asked me about some problem, I think having to do with their paper bill not coming in, I told them, as we are supposed to do, to hold on a moment while I look it up, and suddenly the "observer" took over, in a very loud and obnoxious voice. "Well, ma'am, I'm afraid that--" blah blah blah. This soon melded with instructions on how exactly to speak, what tone to take, and what the customer had done wrong. When at last she shut up, I was pretty much seething. When the customer asked me if I wanted to work on the next question, I make an extremely loud comment about Ter-- er, the loud-mouth taking it, because she did oh so well on the last one.

Apparently I said something much more scathing than I can recall, because people were talking about it today. I also noticed that the loud-mouth hasn't spoken up nearly as often today as she normally does, and appears to not be seeking companionship with anyone else in the class. And I don't feel guilty or noffin'.

I don't think that's a confession, Doc.

fezzos:

Usually I go from oldest-to-newest, reading threads that have had new replies since I last visited. The xkcd thread today is the first instance I can think of where I skipped a bunch and went straight to a particular thread. I tried reading Bob... but I just couldn't stop thinking about it until I posted something.

It's also posibly the first time I stopped in the middle of reading webcomics to come right to Pweb.

I will say this, Munroe; you know how to strike nerves from time to time.

Confession:

When facebook thanked me for my answer, I couldn't help but think of The Giver. Thank you for your dream, Jonas.

Confession: I skipped a night out at the baseball field with some friends from work to stay at home and watch actors play baseball in High School Musical 2.

Confession: I'm no longer stealing internet! Wooo!

Okay, it's not really a confession, but there it is.

Confession: today was the first time I've seen a Jay and Silent Bob movie. And that's wierd, because there's about 8 of them.

Confession: I love rap. Eat my shorts if you hate me because of that- though, if you were that type, you'd have many, many more reasons to hate me for.

i do

confession: after people recommending it for AGES, i've finally settled down to read KUSHIEL'S DART. granted, i'm only on page 117, but so far--not impressed.

like, at all.

does it get better? i'll read it through, because i hate leaving books unfinished, and i know there's a whole series, but thus far... i dunno. i'm finding it sort of lackluster. which i understand to be the opinion of one vastly outside the majority.


hmm. to bed and book, then.

I enjoyed it quite a bit, but it's definitely one of those books I wouldn't recommend to everyone.

Kelly, I think it gets a lot better. Dart is definitely not my favorite. I like it much better as it goes on and becomes more about intrigue and less about Phedre being severely horny.

It gets better. The first half or so of Dart is really little more than intro/prelude for the rest of the series, in my opinion. When the narrator starts talking about the Bitterest Winter and people start dying, things pick up a bit.

admittedly it did get better a little over half-way through. the writing style is overblown, though, and i found it tedious to read--although the story did carry it through.

it seems to draw very very heavily on WIZARD'S FIRST RULE. not for plot, exactly, but for theme and emotional complexity. i don't know whether or not i'll read the others.


confession: i am more homesick than i have any right to be.

Except the Sword of Truth books started to suck badly after #3. Really badly. The story and the characters got all twisted. I'm almost through #4 of these Kushiel books, and they are WAY better than Sword of Truth.

Kushiel's Avatar was seriously dark and somewhat disturbing, though.

i never read the rest of the series, and i read FIRST RULE years and years and YEARS ago--so my comparison may be flawed. one just put me in mind of the other, that's all. i think i will read on, at least through the first three. although i know--more or less--what happens in the rest of the books, because my friends have loose tongues. i'm just hoping the prose is less purple from here on....

It stays a bit flowery, but it fits with the general pretentiousness of D'Angelines, so I forgive it.

We should start a new thread or something, heheh.

Confession: sometimes, when I'm driving on the street that turns into the beginning of the interstate, I like to pretend that I'm on a spaceship that's gradually getting up to light-speed. Sometimes I talk to the flight controllers.

Confession: I have an unusual (or usual, for me) obsession with voice-actors, and I can tell that it is sometimes a bit wearing on my friends.

"Oh my God, did you know that Jecht is the voice-over while you're installing Red Alert 2!?"
"Did I care?"

Confession: sometimes, when I'm driving on the street that turns into the beginning of the interstate, I like to pretend that I'm on a spaceship that's gradually getting up to light-speed. Sometimes I talk to the flight controllers.

I do that too! But without the talking to flight controllers.

confession: after people recommending it for AGES, i've finally settled down to read KUSHIEL'S DART. granted, i'm only on page 117, but so far--not impressed.

like, at all.

does it get better? i'll read it through, because i hate leaving books unfinished, and i know there's a whole series, but thus far... i dunno. i'm finding it sort of lackluster. which i understand to be the opinion of one vastly outside the majority.


hmm. to bed and book, then.

I'm feeling exactly the same way with The Golden Compass. It's.. well.. all right. Nothing fabulous.

I am trying so hard to get through The Golden Compass, but I just get so distracted. I've never been this distracted from a book before.

Oooh... I LOVE the Golden Compass, but I like the last of the trilogy better. You have to get the theological significance though. At face value it's not my favorite.

I felt the same way, Ollie. Just not my cup of fantasy tea.

When writing to-do lists I sometimes write stupid little tasks that I've already completed just so that I can check them off and feel like I've accomplished something. Or I write things that aren't even tasks, but things I would do whether they were on the to-do list or not.

Examples include:

*Send email to so and so

*Eat [breakfast/lunch/dinner/snack]

*Charge cell phone

*Find keys

*Shower

Confession: I felt too surrounded by geeks today during my lunch break. I left a group of girls where one was talking about her boyfriend who accidentally deleted her Oblivion save, "but it was cool because I had a second save that was only five levels behind," past a pair of guys where one was raving about how he had just read Ender's Game and "it's crazy how he's only six years old!" and finally got fed up with a group of mixed genders discussing possible Nintendo-themed tattoos. "I think a Zelda on one side of your neck and a Link on the other... or a Ganon on your back!" "Man, he freaked me out in Ocarina of Time, when I first played it."

I don't think I could ever pass by a stranger talking about Ender's Game and not stop to talk about it.

Reminds me.... Confession: My then-next-door neighbor had read EG, and I lived next to him for about six months before finding that out. Clearly I'm not attempting prosyletization enough. (I did immediately go out into the hall when I heard him talking about it, though.)

Confession...

I beat my cancer just over a year ago...

And, there have only been a handful of days since then that I didn't wish the cancer had won.

"You never see a bumper sticker that says 'I brake for advanced melonoma', do ya?"
-George Carlin

*I feel lonely*

That's all.

I don't think I have a best friend anymore.

Can I echo the sentiments of the two posts above this one?

My confession is I'm pretty sure the very act of even thinking the second one will get me into hot water.

I scheduled a meeting with my advisor/chair today.

I totally spaced that I scheduled it till several minutes ago and am not prepared. At ALL.

Confession: I think something about me attracts geeks.

Seriously, I am not a geek (nor a bookworm, btw), but they just seem to come to me. Am I being too nice to people?
Is there such a thing, being too nice to people?

Confession: After 2 days of studying I revoked what I said, at the "Now it's a Teen's fault" thread. Technology and a surprise b-day party for one of my friends has got me up until 1:15 am, and I didn't wake up for school..a thing which is almost about to happen right now, if I don't go to sleep. So good night, don't let the termites bite =)

I was going to confess something here. This morning. I was thinking about it and how I should confess it here.

But I do not remember any longer what it was.

So, my confession is that I forgot my confession, I guess. And that I like thinking of things I have to confess.

The mean girl inside of me wants to gossip to my roomate about how much my suitemate is getting on my nerves, just to see if she feels the same way. The results could be disastrous, but I don't know how much longer I can resist.

Confession: I deleted a post I posted here (Milagre Town Square) recently, 5 seconds after I posted it.

It was written at night, and was my angriest- and possibly longest- post here. I really put all my anger into it, so it was filled with F****** and S***.
And a second after I wrote it, I realised, I don't want people to respond to it. I wanted it to be a part of my anger management, not viewed, and that was practically impossible in a forum like that.

So I deleted it.

I hope I did the right thing.

Confession: My very good friend has OCD, or, rather, had, because one day several months ago, she woke up, and all of her symptoms were gone. Now, she has had pretty severe OCD since she was seven or so, but she's gotten very good at hiding it, so most people wouldn't even realize it until she warned them about some strange things they might see her doing. But then, as I said, she woke up, and all of the "little urges" were gone. Being the skeptic that I am, well, I was skeptical, and I told her so, trying to warn her about... well, I don't even know. All I know is that it left me a little upset, to be frank. So that's what I'm confessing, that for the next week or so after her miraculous healing, I went to bed every night wishing that she would wake up not just obsessive, and not just compulsive, but with the whole kit-n-kaboodle, because, for some reason, it scared the piss out of me that hers was gone. Still does; it's been six months or so.