I've come to the conclusion, devoting so much time to updating the blog detracts from the quality. Most unfortunate. But, them's the breaks.
U.S. Bank
I am annoyed with US Bank. I haven't received but (maybe) one statement in the past twelve months. It's almost excuseable because I moved for three months and didn't tell them, but I moved back at the end of that period and was no longer receiving statements. About six months in (very quick, don't you think?) I went and talked to them about it, and changed my old address to... well, the same address. Just so they'd start sending me stuff again. And I ordered 150 checks ($19.95 for those of you keeping score) to boot, because I thought I was running low.
Yesterday, I went and changed my address to where I currently reside. And I also inquired about the checks I ordered (and if I'm not mistaken, was charged for). The lady I spoke to said she'd look into it, and would call me later if it was alright. It was. At 6pm (the bank's closing time) sharp, I received her call. She told me she changed my address and I was all set on that front, but the checks had been signed for(?) on February 22nd. Yes, more than four months ago. Big fat, W-T-F (not Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, either folks). I stopped by my prior living quarters (good ole Willard) and asked some questions at the front desk. Karen, the woman whom I spoke to, looked at me like I was abso-friggin-lutely nuts. After five minutes of trying to get on the same page with her, I determined what I had come for, and tried to jettison (oh yes, I did) myself from the conversation. And ten minutes later, I finally, actually, got to leave.
Wardenburg
I spent a few hours at Wardenburg today, participating, or rather, I should say, being screened to participate in a CardioVascular Study. I go again tomorrow to finish the second part. Today consisted of paperwork, the drawing of blood, a major disappointment, running to test my fitness, and breakfast. The paperwork was a breeze, for some reason I get a kick out of reading "cover your ass" documents.. discussing the lack of liability for screwing up. I wish I could make use of such things in daily life. The drawing of blood was a snap, though it did take a while. I've not much problem with needles as long as I'm not looking at what's going on.
The major disappointment came from the measuring of my height. I came in at 5'10 and 2/3rds". Remarkably lower than the 6'0" so oft-claimed. I do have one excuse for it though; I only got 5 hours sleep last night. And you're shorter when you don't sleep long. So, I'm at least 5'11", and slap some shoes on me and I'm aboot 6'0". So there. Deal with it. The fitness test was interesting. They clothespinned my nose (but ya know, it worked better than a clothespin) and stuck a tube in my mouth to measure the airflow from my breathing. The crappiest thing about this wasn't so much the dry throat that resulted as the requirement that you bite down to hold it in your mouth. Ten minutes later, at 5.7 mph, on a 10 degree incline I was done. My left calf wasn't very happy about all this. And so I believe next time I frequent the gym, my legs will be visiting a treadmill to relive the experience. Finally, breakfast wasn't too bad, I had Florentine Quiche, a Banana, OJ and some water. It was on them, so I figured I'd experiment. Can't blame a guy for trying.
Roommate Discussion
After Wardenburg I headed back to my apartment for a shower. And I ended up chatting it up with my roommate for thirty minutes. We talked about stretching, exercise, and of course, relationships. I asked her when was the last time she was on a date, to illustrate a point. And we ended up on a five minute tangent about what actually constitutes a date. She claimed she hadn't been on a date in three years, but she's "dated" three guys this year alone. The point I was getting at, is that I haven't been on a date in two years. I made myself sad again. Anywho, she was quick to point out what a picky creature I am, and I reflected that I don't ask for numbers enough. And my train of thought continued on to the fact that when I get numbers, I usually call them that evening (soon after my nighttime minutes begin - Yay nighttime minutes!).
That's it... for now.
U.S. Bank
I am annoyed with US Bank. I haven't received but (maybe) one statement in the past twelve months. It's almost excuseable because I moved for three months and didn't tell them, but I moved back at the end of that period and was no longer receiving statements. About six months in (very quick, don't you think?) I went and talked to them about it, and changed my old address to... well, the same address. Just so they'd start sending me stuff again. And I ordered 150 checks ($19.95 for those of you keeping score) to boot, because I thought I was running low.
Yesterday, I went and changed my address to where I currently reside. And I also inquired about the checks I ordered (and if I'm not mistaken, was charged for). The lady I spoke to said she'd look into it, and would call me later if it was alright. It was. At 6pm (the bank's closing time) sharp, I received her call. She told me she changed my address and I was all set on that front, but the checks had been signed for(?) on February 22nd. Yes, more than four months ago. Big fat, W-T-F (not Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, either folks). I stopped by my prior living quarters (good ole Willard) and asked some questions at the front desk. Karen, the woman whom I spoke to, looked at me like I was abso-friggin-lutely nuts. After five minutes of trying to get on the same page with her, I determined what I had come for, and tried to jettison (oh yes, I did) myself from the conversation. And ten minutes later, I finally, actually, got to leave.
Wardenburg
I spent a few hours at Wardenburg today, participating, or rather, I should say, being screened to participate in a CardioVascular Study. I go again tomorrow to finish the second part. Today consisted of paperwork, the drawing of blood, a major disappointment, running to test my fitness, and breakfast. The paperwork was a breeze, for some reason I get a kick out of reading "cover your ass" documents.. discussing the lack of liability for screwing up. I wish I could make use of such things in daily life. The drawing of blood was a snap, though it did take a while. I've not much problem with needles as long as I'm not looking at what's going on.
The major disappointment came from the measuring of my height. I came in at 5'10 and 2/3rds". Remarkably lower than the 6'0" so oft-claimed. I do have one excuse for it though; I only got 5 hours sleep last night. And you're shorter when you don't sleep long. So, I'm at least 5'11", and slap some shoes on me and I'm aboot 6'0". So there. Deal with it. The fitness test was interesting. They clothespinned my nose (but ya know, it worked better than a clothespin) and stuck a tube in my mouth to measure the airflow from my breathing. The crappiest thing about this wasn't so much the dry throat that resulted as the requirement that you bite down to hold it in your mouth. Ten minutes later, at 5.7 mph, on a 10 degree incline I was done. My left calf wasn't very happy about all this. And so I believe next time I frequent the gym, my legs will be visiting a treadmill to relive the experience. Finally, breakfast wasn't too bad, I had Florentine Quiche, a Banana, OJ and some water. It was on them, so I figured I'd experiment. Can't blame a guy for trying.
Roommate Discussion
After Wardenburg I headed back to my apartment for a shower. And I ended up chatting it up with my roommate for thirty minutes. We talked about stretching, exercise, and of course, relationships. I asked her when was the last time she was on a date, to illustrate a point. And we ended up on a five minute tangent about what actually constitutes a date. She claimed she hadn't been on a date in three years, but she's "dated" three guys this year alone. The point I was getting at, is that I haven't been on a date in two years. I made myself sad again. Anywho, she was quick to point out what a picky creature I am, and I reflected that I don't ask for numbers enough. And my train of thought continued on to the fact that when I get numbers, I usually call them that evening (soon after my nighttime minutes begin - Yay nighttime minutes!).
That's it... for now.
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