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Sometimes I’m honestly surprised that, after four years, I’m still here typing away on a blog. I assumed that, like with most things I do, my interest would eventually just fade away but that hasn’t been the case at all, which, honestly, is a little weird. Weird in the sense that, for the most part, I talk about nothing.

I guess that would make me the Seinfeld of blogs? Naw, probably not. It just makes me like the other 90% of blogs out there. I don’t have an agenda or a real reason or focus to write about. I don’t write about my exploits at my job [I hardly ever talk about my job actually, except in the broadest of terms, i.e. y’all know I work somewhere, five days a week with people other than myself] nor go into cringe-worthy details of my personal life or my relationship [cringe-worthy being a subjective phrase here. EVERYTHING I say about the bf is cringe inducing to Jose and Lindsey. Haters. Love y’all!]. I can’t wait until Lindsey finds someone who makes her wax poetic. I’m chomping at the bit.

I’m not single and dating [and when I was single I was doing the exact same thing as I do now: nothing], or writing a thesis; I don’t have kids or even expecting a kid, I’m not planning a wedding or documenting life as a newlywed. I don’t regularly bake or cook, creative nifty little crafts, take photographs, travel, get myself into weird yet comical situations or even hold some kind of strange vendetta against something. I only follow politics in an election year and that’s still very nominal, I’m too superstitious to write about my favorite team during the season [yes, it’s true] and I honestly haven’t been as engrossed in professional sports as much as I used to be but that was also before I had a blog to spout off on so those conversations are out there right now floating in the ethers. Maybe in another few light years, aliens on some distant planet will come back to reply to what I said. Just like in that one “Adventures of Pete and Pete” episode where Pete and Ellen need to prove the existance of aliens or risk going to summer school only to find one but not turn him in. The one with the kid who dressed a decade or two behind them and kept talking about Johnny Unitas.

Speaking of work, did you know it was possible to get a paper cut from CARDBOARD? Yeah, it is.

Okay, digressing. Sometimes I do experience the occasional burn of “blog envy.” I wish I could intelligently and articulately riff on an idea or position on something that’s going on in the world, you know, something of more substance than “cupcakes are awesome! They are cakes! That you can carry in your hand! Or even that I was consistently funny. But when all is said and done, I still love my blog something fierce. Sure I probably won’t ever get millions of page views or double [or triple] digit comments like some of the blogs I covet but that’s okay. I write because I love to write [which reminds me, I should get back on the whole short story bit] and honestly, I think i’d crack under the self-induced pressure of always needint to bust out an entertaining/informative/super thoughtful blog everyday.

So welcome to my little piece of the Interweb. I’m glad you came by today to see what’s new. Come on in and don’t forget to leave your shoes at the door.

Can’t mess up the joint, you know.

On a completely unrelated side note, I called the oil change company today to bring up the issue of the technician noticing that my car was shaking but failing to inform me before I left the lot. And you know what the manager guy said? He basically said that sometimes they get cars that are in crappy shape to begin with. Excuse me what now? My car was not in crappy shape when it came in AND your guy let me drive away with it in worse shape! And that half-butt apology you gave me? Whatever dude. Every time I brought up the fact that the technician knew the car was shaking when he brought it out of the garage but didn’t mention it to me, the manager [who was also the head mechanic] would say that sometimes cars come in that are already in poor condition. Okay, sure but what does that have to do with me and my car? Because it wasn’t shaking while I had it in idle while I was talking to the tech when I first pulled up. This was the order of events: 1] I drive up, 2] tech does his oil change, 3] tech pulls car out, 4] I drive away, 5] car starts shakes and stops at light in front of shop, 6] I come back asking for an explanation, 7] you, manager guy, gives me an explanation, 8] you go get duct tape to “fix” the car, 9] original tech guy tells me that he NOTICES MY CAR WAS SHAKING WHEN HE DROVE IT OUT AND THAT IT WASN’T DOING IT WHEN HE FIRST PULLED IT INTO THE GARAGE. So tell me, how is my car “in poor condition to begin with?” And what about the fact that my safety was severely compromised by the fact that my ENGINE STOPPED RUNNING ON THE STREET? Hum Mister? What’s your answer for that one?

Oh, I’ll tell you his answer. It was nothing. Ugh. It looks like I’ll be looking for somewhere else to go to get my oil changed from now on because I really don’t want to deal with people who would be so nonchalant about a simple safety issue and the blatant fact that they are so incredibly in the wrong here. The guy was more concerned about getting me back in to spend more money on getting it the air tube replaced. Psh, whatever. I’m slightly bummed because I really liked going there but now…well now I know they just don’t care. They are so lucky I wasn’t my mom because they wouldn’t have been able to get her to step aside so quickly and easily. I wish I were a bit quicker on my feet though and confront them like she would have.

Note to self: add “be more assertive” on my to-do list.

Talda, who believes that sometimes a well-placed wave says and does more than a downpour.