DPC: I Remember

Aside

  • Your happiest memory. Tell us the story of the happiest memory of your life. What happened? Get it all down, no detail left behind. The clock is ticking — get writing.

It had been a while since the last time I had been happy. Usually, I smothered my consciousness with sleep until late afternoon and food after that, but for some reason that day, I had managed to rise, and that night, I skipped home from the supermarket, plastic bag with chips swinging like Little Red Riding Hood’s basket and an appreciative yell from a passing car to tell me that I’d been noticed.

Dorothy Ruby Shoes felt this down the Yellow Brick Road, that lady from that musical – the Sound of Music – did the young gentlewoman version of it up a lushly green hill – the gaiety that comes of throwing yourself up into that fraction of a moment when your upward force perfectly equals the force of gravity pressed down on you, rendering both moot. Yes, it’s zero gravity, a fraction of a moment when nothing is reminding you that you are chained to a body trapped on the ground.

And that was a challenge from The Daily Post @ WordPress available “here” [http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/writing-challenge-remember/]. Constructive feedback would be great.

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Testing, Testing: “Inspire me!”

What’s the most dreadful experience you’ve ever had as a customer? How could it have been better?

I don’t really think I’ve ever had a truly dreadful customer service experience; maybe it’s because I spend more of my time being a server than a customer and so I just don’t have the chance to spend that much time as a customer, or maybe it’s my position as a server that allows me to be slightly more understanding of the brusque and unsmiling cashier girl. 

The worst customer service I experience is usually a result of staff indifference: plates banged onto the table, a dead-fish expression as they’re taking orders – none of it is directed at the customer, the server is merely not at all interested in what you think of them and is focused mainly on expressing their frustration with their job, their boss and their lives in general. Bad customer service isn’t-

 

oh, I give up. The first thing you should know about me is that I have the focus – in other words, the attention span – of a goldfish; hence the second part of this blog name. This blog will be a collection of all the projects I take up with zeal only to drop moments later – a graveyard of short-lived aspirations, written for me to practice and improve my writing, and for other otherwise intelligent, attention-deficit bozos. 

 

#Definitions

`bozo`: 

1. a fellow, especially a big, strong, stupid fellow.
2. a rude, obnoxious, or annoying person