Haiti Survivors

So, today is February 10th. In Haiti this morning, a 28-year-old man was pulled from the rubble caused from the 7.0 Earthquake on January 12th. He is not in the best shape, he might lose his feet due to infection and sure he might not survive even with medical attention, but that is absolutely amazing. I am disgusted though as I tried to find out more information, I had to scroll down past 18 stories of Angelina Jolie and the assistance she is providing. Really, I am glad that help is getting there, but c'mon now. One month in rubble is an extraordinary feat. Is should never be shadowed by a such a glory hog. It's just gross.

This email conversation is one reason why I bang my head into walls everyday

Monday 2/1 at 10:18

"Andrea
I just wanted to follow up with you. I was told to place an ad for your client in the President's Day section. The ad size will be 8x7 with spot color. There is a Monday placement and that ad is also 8x7."

MY RESPONSE 2/1 at 10:30

"Hi there,
8 columns or 8 inches. Please confirm.
Also, what is the date of the Presidents' Day section? Please confirm the 3 dates and provide artwork deadlines for each ad.
Thanks"

HIS RESPONSE minutes later

"Sorry, 8 columns by 7 inches"

MY RESPONSE

"OK. What is you 8column size in inches so I can re-size the ad. Also, what are the run dates and deadlines for the three ads? Please confirm."
Thanks

HIS RESPONSE

"It would be 9.655 inches by 7."

MY RESPONSE (I am pulling my hair out at this point)

"OK. Great. BUT what about the run dates and the artwork deadlines? Could I have these please?"

His Response

"Run dates are 2/12........" He gave me the run dates and deadlines.

I was super happy that I finally received the run dates, but realized I forgot to ask about running that same weekend in his sister publication. After picking my head up off of the desk, I typed in the following question:

"Thank you for these. Finally, if we were to run in your other publication, what would the cost of the 8c x 7 ad in that paper be?"

HIS RESPONSE. Here is where I flipped.......
"Yes."

This is why I hate people.

Super 88 is Great

Super 88 is a supermarket geared toward the Asian Persuasian with a food court attached. After circling the stands to see what there was to eat, I was overwhelmed since I couldn't read about the lunch items available and was forced to select my meal based on photos, which can be disceiving. I think I had chicken with broccoli and water chestnuts. It could have been duck, but I told myself chicken.

I purchased a bottled water and while eating panicked. This seemed like the type of establishement that glued the caps back to already-used water bottles. To quench my thirst I attempted a sip from a Lollicup. If you haven't had one yet, you are not missing out. These cups are filled with either tea or slush, topped (or bottomed) off with tapioca or boba pearls. I don't like to chew my beverages but out of desperation I gave it a go. A pearl found its way into one of the two straws provided. Scared that it would fall back in (because I think that would be back wash, no?) I sucked a bit harder. 5 more of these muscus sacks slapped the back of my throat and I thought I was going to spit on the floor. Instead I took it like a champ and chewed the six balls of udder disgust while my so-called friends laughed.

Next came the grocery store. If you are looking to purchase items that still have thier faces attached, well this is the locale for you. Live eels...you got it. Putrid stench, check. Fish skin, sure thing. Hard boiled and salted duck eggs, vacuumed sealed for your convenient snacking pleasures, no doubt about it. Call me an ignorant American and pass me a Big Mac wrap and fries please.