Bex's Challenge
Ok, Bex has challenged her blog visitors "to do the *20 things about me* task". (Click the title of this post to go to her blog, or click~> Just Bex). So, here goes nuthin...
1) Uhmmm.. ::thinx:: I have no pets, not because I don't love them, but because the allergist said I cannot simultaneously breathe and own one.
2) I am NOT from Essex! (Grin)
3) I WAS blonde.. as a child.
4) My *worst job* was selling furnaces. (Over the phone).
5) My *second worse job* was washing old nuns. (Nurse's aide in a convent).
6) I may have the order of *worse jobs* mixed up.
7) I did both of those jobs working my way through college.
8) I now have an advanced degree.
9) It has brought me beyond nun washing and telemarketing.
10) It has done nothing to help me with typos or simple math computations.
11) I cannot add or subtract in my head to save my life.
12) I sometimes accidentially gyp waitresses due to 10 and 11.
13) I was once a cocktail waitress (nuther college gig) and often gyped myself (can't make change either, even working with *a bank*- that's a cup of your own money you make change from to avoid shortchanging the establishment- I gave away all my tips by mistake due to this terrible problem).
14) 13 didn't matter too much because I didn't actually get that many tips (I spilled alot of drinks on patrons).
15) I am in the Guinness Book of World Records under *Most Horrible Ex-Cocktail Waitress on Earth*.
16) The club owner loved me despite my shortcomings.
17) 15 is false, however, 16 is true.
18) I once told a perspective (nuther college) employer that I can type 65 words per minute.
19) I then had to admit when I hit that speed, it doesn't say anything.
20) He hired me anyway. (He said for comic relief).
Ok, I'm tagging anyone who visits and reads this to do the same. Comment and link me if you do.
1) Uhmmm.. ::thinx:: I have no pets, not because I don't love them, but because the allergist said I cannot simultaneously breathe and own one.
2) I am NOT from Essex! (Grin)
3) I WAS blonde.. as a child.
4) My *worst job* was selling furnaces. (Over the phone).
5) My *second worse job* was washing old nuns. (Nurse's aide in a convent).
6) I may have the order of *worse jobs* mixed up.
7) I did both of those jobs working my way through college.
8) I now have an advanced degree.
9) It has brought me beyond nun washing and telemarketing.
10) It has done nothing to help me with typos or simple math computations.
11) I cannot add or subtract in my head to save my life.
12) I sometimes accidentially gyp waitresses due to 10 and 11.
13) I was once a cocktail waitress (nuther college gig) and often gyped myself (can't make change either, even working with *a bank*- that's a cup of your own money you make change from to avoid shortchanging the establishment- I gave away all my tips by mistake due to this terrible problem).
14) 13 didn't matter too much because I didn't actually get that many tips (I spilled alot of drinks on patrons).
15) I am in the Guinness Book of World Records under *Most Horrible Ex-Cocktail Waitress on Earth*.
16) The club owner loved me despite my shortcomings.
17) 15 is false, however, 16 is true.
18) I once told a perspective (nuther college) employer that I can type 65 words per minute.
19) I then had to admit when I hit that speed, it doesn't say anything.
20) He hired me anyway. (He said for comic relief).
Ok, I'm tagging anyone who visits and reads this to do the same. Comment and link me if you do.
posted by BlackVelvetLace at 10:30 PM
18 Comments:
Well since I will blog tomorrow sometime I will do it and make sure you can gain access to view. I am trying...really I am!
I am with you on #1 and feel your pain! I however have birds and bathe them (yes I give them baths LOL) a few times a week if I can. (this is where you roll your eyes at me!
XX-M.
OMG THAT was Hysterical (just read it ALL now) I can't compete with that to save my life....I Sooooo HAVE to meet you someday...for pure comic relief that is! ~wink~
Hehehe, those were only *SOME* of the jobs I had in college. My first nurse's aide job wasn't even my idea. My boyfriend came and picked me up on a weekend. On the ride home in the car he said, "I may as well tell you before you get there, your mother applied for you to work at a nursing home, and you are to report there at 7 am tomorrow morning." I was like, "huh?"
To make a longer story shorter I went home, did alot of yelling, and showed up at 7 sharp the next am. In street clothes. I THOUGHT IT WAS FOR ORIENTATION. HOW DID *I* KNOW I WAS SUPPOSED TO DRESS IN NURSING WHITES!
The DON eyed me over and sent me home with a "Come back tomorrow, but you'd better come back properly dressed". I blinked. I had to buy my own clothing for a job I didn't even want?!?
I fumed my way downtown to a shop that sold nursing uniforms. In the dressing room I discovered I had on one long blue knee sock and one short black boyfriend sock. (Mornings are NOT my best time of day). I sneered at those who stared as I modeled which uniform I wanted to buy.
I do have to say walking to work the next morning I felt quite the professional in my smart white uniform with white stockings and shoes to match. Blush pink oversweater. No cap. (Grin).
~Lace~
PS I had birds for 4 hours recently. Had to leave the house (wheezing) overnight till they were taken out!!
WOW there IS someone more allergic than me! Amazing! I was beginning to think I was the girl in the bubble.
You crack me up!
When you get to my blog try sending me another (i know!) quick message in the white box. Storm/Cara did it and this time it worked and I got the email to approve her. See if it lets you in also as I added everyone AGAIN to the blog!
I m online a lot today working on some setting up of a few new accounts in regards to my new house...co catch you later and I will look for your email :)
XX
Okie dokie smokie...
~Lace~
Molly, I'm allergic to water. I get out of the shower covered with hives. Just ask Debdeb (if you can find her, she's a real life friend but missing in cyberspace).
Well, I MADE IT into your blog. Yippieeeeeee!!
~Lace~
Molly,
Reading your blog, I saw where you tagged me. I'll respond asap.
~Lace~
Lace, that is hysterical. Washing old nuns -classic.
I may have to pretend not to have read this as i dont feel the urge to write my 20!
I will, however, have a new blog up soon.
x
Hi Lace
Thanks so much for the kind words on my blog.
Beth is home safe & sound.
I thank you & the powers that be!
Love
Dale
Del,
Do you know that job actually came in handy when trying to get rid of weirdos at the club scene back in the 80s?? The conversation would go something like this:
~Unwelcome Interested (Usually Toothless) Guy~ "So, what's your name?"
~Lace, looking past or around him with one word answers~ "Jennifer Taylor." (or Amber Richards or whatever other fake name that came to the top of my head at that moment)
~UIUTG~ "Wow, that's like a model's name!"
~Lace, sipping on soda~ "Uh huh."
~UIUTG~ "And so, where do you live?"
~Lace~ "Tyler, Texas" (or Richmond Virginia, or some other very, very distance city in another state).
~UIUTG~ "Oh wow, that's far!"
~Lace, still sipping on soda~ "Uh huh. Very far."
~UIUTG~ "So, like what's your sign?"
~Lace, still looking anywhere but AT him~ "Scorpio." (the only truthful answer so far)
~UIUTG~ "Wow, that's like supposed to be a bad sign."
~Lace, one leg dangling and swinging~ "So they say."
~UIUTG (why is it this particular type of guy just doesn't catch any of the obvious hints)~ "well, uh, what do you do? For a living I mean."
~Lace~ Still sipping, one leg still dangling, but looking at him directly now~ "I wash old nuns".
~Lace, watching UIUTG suddenly beating a hasty retreat~ "Seeee ya."
Worked like a charm every time. looking forward to your new blog. Link me when it's up. I'll forgive you for foregoing the 20, you did afterall hire me as Trevor's stand in. A position I covet. Consider it a pay back (grin).
~Lace~
Dale,
Just glad to hear Beth is home again. And giving God the glory!
~Lace~
hmmm lace you are going to need a lot of training to rid you of these commers and )(*^",.!...but it can be done..>:0)...
Oh i can imagine the scene now, Lace. You girls, when in that mood, are tough cookies to deal with. But you are right, us men just dont read the signs until it's too damn late.
Question: Do old nuns smell the same as us commoners or is the aroma more God-like?
ROFL DEL! Oh that is hysterical! I love it.
You needed to blog that whole scene I think Lace!
XX-Molly
Hi Lace,
I tried this challenge, but I can't do it!
Take care.
Metalchick! You MUST tell 20 nonrevealing nonspecific things of yourself!! Inquiring minds want to know (about you)! :P
Heheh Molly. True scenario. Maybe I will blog it as a post.
Del, I was never able to discern just what those nuns smelled like for all the incense that kept wafting up from the chapel. Do you know (this is the truth I swear) I had to get them up from bed and dress them (in full nun regalia), wheelchair them down the end of the hall to the chapel balcony so they could hear (6:30 AM!!!) mass, wheel them BACK to their rooms, UNdress them and give them a bath and DRESS them again?!?!? I said WHY IN THE WORLD AM I DRESSING THEM TWICE.. ONCE FOR THE BALCONY WHERE NO ONE CAN EVEN SEE THEM, CAN'T THEY GO TO CRACKOFDAWN MASS IN THEIR PAJAMAS?? The DON was horrified to even hear of such a plan. *Nuns attending mass in PJs.* Perhaps if they had Rachel's horsey pajamas......
gypsy.. i am actually the master of no caps.. no punctuation.. i love to post this way.. i posted like this all over the internet for years.. however others claimed that they could not then read it.. i dont see any problems?? do you????? ;)
Delbut said...
Oh i can imagine the scene now, Lace. You girls, when in that mood, are tough cookies to deal with. But you are right, us men just dont read the signs until it's too damn late.
Honey, don't forget, the guys I'm talkin' bout didn't look like YOU, they looked like ~>
http://d21c.com/terri1/people/ugly.jpg
~Lace~
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