Monthly Archives: January 2009

Lessons Learned: The AJC Edition

At work after we’ve completed a project we have what’s called a Lessons Learned… basically a “this is what the hell our dumbasses did wrong and how to hopefully not do that dumb shit again” session. I’ve found that this concept can also be applied to life.  Here’s my my lessons learned concerning the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.

  1. Do not sign up for the newspaper if you have no intention of ever reading it no matter how cute the guy who showed up at your doorstep selling subscriptions is. Twice.
  2. If you do somehow become suckered into signing up for 3 month subscription (twice) by said cute newspaper subscription guy then refrain from picking newspaper on doorstep up and bringing it into the house. They will not deliver new paper while old paper is still on doorstep – thus keeping you from having pile of unread newspapers inside foyer.
  3. Do not give cute newspaper subscription guy permission to call you (if he steals phone number off of subscription paper there’s not much you can do about that). Remember that if he turns out to be crazy which he most likely will… he now has your first name, last name, phone number and address.

Yes, AJC, I have linked you. No, I am not looking for a free subscription in return for this advertising. Please keep your newspapers to yourself – cash donations though… are always welcome.

Moms say the darndest things

I don’t speak to my mother often. Not because she wrote some daughter-hating memoir about me causing us to fall out, but because I live in Atlanta and she lives in Seoul. Two different continents… two very different time zones… this tends to make it a little harder to find a good time to call. But when I do finally get to talk to her it’s all comedy from there. One of our latest conversations had her inquiring about my recent real estate search. It went a little something like this:

Her: So, have you still been looking at condoms?
Me: Uh, what?!
Her: Condoms… have you still been looking?
Me: Um…. condos, Ma?
Her: Oh shit. Yeah, condos.
(insert laughter from both sides here)
Me: I’m going to need for you to not ever ask anybody that ever again. Okay.

I love my mother.


 
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