Handicapped parking abuse – How to tell you are a douchebag:
Posted on May 3rd, 2017 @ 5:06 pm

Handicapped Sign

  1. Your car has no handicapped license plate.
  2. Your car has no handicapped placard.
  3. You are parked in a handicapped space.

Bonus points if you were the persons today that got into the handicapped spot just before I did at the Savannah PetSmart in a yellow SUV with the Ware County license plate asking for a dog stroller. I know I shouldn’t judge you, but you didn’t have the proper handicapped items for your car. I saw you park in that spot. I didn’t see your handicapped tag.  I didn’t see your handicapped placard. I saw you get out of your car and saw you walk into the store. That’s what made you douchebags – what I listed above.  Both of you. However, some will claim the dog stroller alone makes you douchebags.

As to why I was in a handicapped spot? My poor father. Since his surgery, he’s in pain. It hurts to walk. For his surgery, it’s going to be a while until he’s somewhat normal. He had doctors’ appointments today I took him to. Like my mother taking care of my grandmother, I took car of my dad using a walker and a wheelchair. He can’t drive for at least another month, so I asked if we could get him a handicapped placard. If we kids are taking care of him, then the least we can do it use the handicapped spots to help him. The doctors agreed and we got him one after we left the doctors’ offices.

If you, the douchebags, need a handicapped spot, just do what I did today.  Visit a doctor and apply for the placard or plate.  The plate cost $20 and the placard was free. All you need in the State of Georgia is MV-9D.  It took less than 10 minutes for a doctor to get his office to write it up and the visit to the tag office was just as long as any other for me using their services.  In total, today, it took us about 30 minutes to get his tag.

I have always felt this way about handicapped spot abuse.  I was 14 when my grandmother had a stroke.  We had to get a handicapped placard for her. She had to use a walker. It would suck when we would see people that didn’t need the spot using it as their own personal spot.  No, it’s not your personal spot.  It’s for those that really are immobile or do suffer from chronic pain.  If you have the tag, then I can’t begrudge you. Denying my grandmother the ability to enjoy life because you are a selfish pork-faced pig does anger me.

Mary Ellen had a tag due to her COPD. When I would hang out with her and Harold, we’d park in the handicapped spot so she go enjoy life. She did all she could do, even drive, but had to have oxygen.  However, if she wasn’t with us, Harold and I didn’t park in those spots. We weren’t going to abuse them, even if Harold looked as if could use the tag, too.

So yeah, if you park handicapped spot and aren’t cleared to use it, you are a douchebag.

As for my father, at the moment, the tag is temporary one.  We’ll revisit it in 6 months if he needs another one. He’s suffering nerve pain from his surgery in the leg they had to pull some veins from.  Other than being miserable from that, as well as still weak, everyone says he’s looking good for just having the surgery he had. People don’t believe he’s as old as he is.  He would rather be healthy and not need the tag. Until then, he’ll use it.

Sadly, there will be douchebags like the ones I’ve encountered.

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Out of the Loop
Posted on April 25th, 2017 @ 6:38 pm

Sorry I have haven’t had a lot of recent updates. Not that the robots that visit care. If you are a human, please feel welcomed to comment. I’d like know if I have any readers or not.

As to why I have been out of the loop. My dad had major surgery at the beginning of the month. It was the same week I was to go on vacation. So guess what? My scheduled PTO turned from a mountain vacation to sitting in a hospital waiting room waiting on the latest news. My dad survived the surgery and is now in another hospital working his inpatient occupational therapy. He’ll be home in a few days.

Work has been kicking my ass, too. I hate this time of the year because I get stressed out with it. It never ends. I am in the midst of a deep depression bout. I feel like I have no help. I have no on to cry on. I feel like I can’t reach out to friends to burden them with my feelings.

Between the two, I have been worn out. They have been my top priority. I haven’t even had the chance to catch up on the Armstrong Absorption.

At least with my dad feeling better, I decided to go have some fun for a few hours. This past weekend was the Savannah Asian Cultural Festival. It’s not too far from my house; it’s in fact held at Armstrong (I will never call it GSU-Armstrong. It will always be Armstrong.) I took my camera and spent most of the day watching to different dances.

Savannah, GA #3

I enjoyed the dancing. I didn’t stay for the belly dancing, but I did see her the year before. I loved the Polynesian Revue.

In some ways, I left like I was 14 again at the International Folk Festival in Fayetteville, NC. Except this time, I wasn’t behind the scenes running from watching the dancing to dressing and assisting dancers. I enjoyed the dancing what what it was.

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Public Speaking: “Um..uh..um uh..um.”
Posted on April 8th, 2017 @ 11:41 am

I remember when I was 5, my mother took me to a screening at the hospital to assess my skills as a 5 year old going into Kindergarten. The one thing I scored marginally on was my speech.  We knew I had trouble pronouncing any consonant cluster that started with an “S” that wasn’t my first name.  I called shrimp “srimp.”  My mother had me pronounce it “sh-rimp” to force my mouth to be able to get the muscle memory to say the word properly. Another thing I was zinged on was the fact I said “Uh apple.” My mother knew she got that from her.

My mother may have had only an associates degree, but she was a journalist’s daughter and she was strict on our speech.  Growing up, I didn’t have much confidence, and it came across in my speech.  She dreaded assignments that required public speaking.  She knew I would freak out and start going “Um..uh..um uh..um.”

I still do to this day.  I have to practice a speech to be comfortable.  I am not that type of person that I can do it on the fly. In my Business English class in college, we had do a few practice runs on our presentation. On the day of the presentation, as I was presenting, I dropped my mouse.  Internally, I was freaking out. Yet, something in me took control and as I picked up the mouse, I said “Oops, well accidents happen.” After that, I went back into the presentation.  My professor made a remark about it in my grading sheet that she was pleased to see I didn’t let it derail my part of the presentation.

In my Computer Ethics class, for a group presentation, Joey was frightened at my part of the presentation.  He knew I couldn’t charm people like he could in a presentation.  After my final presentation for my degree, he critiqued me. He worked on giving employment interviews with me.

I know I’m kind of sardonic about Joey on this blog, but overall, he really did want to help me and did help me.  I can’t deny the help I did get from him.

With work, I had to give a presentation on giving presentations. No one sees me at work, but it’s still just as nerve wracking via the phone and WebEx.  The one thing I remarked in my presentation is that I do suffer from nerves.  I was nervous giving the presentation at the moment. I didn’t hide it. However, I gave tips about how to overcome the nerves.  Also, they know at work I am hesitant about public presentations. They know I am content being a background player. My leadership best comes from the behind the scenes.  I know public speaking is a weakness and the use of a keyboard and mouse is my strength.  I am more at ease writing than I am speaking.

Now that I have my background out in the open, I have got to address what I just saw this morning.  Not to get into specifics with my personal life, I have been living in a hospital for the past 48 hours.  I am ok.  I am not a patient. That said, living in a hospital waiting room, sometimes you are stuck waiting what another person in the room places on the TV.  For me this morning, it’s stuck watching CNN.

I wasn’t paying attention to Smerconish until he had on Prof. Ann Lee.  Now she caught my ears.  I don’t know what she was advocating.  All I heard was “Um..uh..um uh..um.” It was driving me bonkers!

I bring this up as an example of what not to do in public speaking:

She was doing everything I was taught and encouraged not to do! To me, it sounded like she wasn’t prepared for the interview.  It sounded to me she wasn’t certain of what she was arguing for or against. She wasn’t persuasive. She sounded like she was bored.

So why even comment on this? I guess because of my known weaknesses in public speaking, I’m a little bit prone to having these weaknesses stand out for me. I’m always looking for examples of what not to do and what to do. She may be a prolific and entertaining writer, but on TV, I have no idea what she wanted me to know.

I recommend to people wanting to improve themselves in public speaking or those that teach public speaking to use this as an example.  Be charming.  Be persuasive. When it comes to public speaking, you want to be able to say sold when it comes to the snake oil.

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My Armstrong Collection of Artifacts
Posted on February 27th, 2017 @ 9:03 pm

I’ve been working on this gallery for a while. It’s been over 9 years since I graduated college, but I still have a few things between my house and my dad’s house. I’m still looking for other stuff. But for now, I think this is quite a collection to start with.

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“So much for pretending / Bad luck’s never ending “
Posted on February 22nd, 2017 @ 9:39 pm

And too much time I’ve been spending
With my heart in my hands
Waiting for time to come and mend it
I can’t cry anymore

I’m just at my wit’s end with it all. I think my socks say it best:

#hefefilter My new socks.

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Dear SunTrust,
Posted on February 22nd, 2017 @ 4:12 pm

You know the old saying – “It’s not you; it’s me.” Well, in this case, it’s not me; it’s you.

You see, my dad has banked with SunTrust since about 1982. He was a married solider stationed at Ft. Gordon, GA, and he and my mother needed a new bank account. As far as I was told, they originally banked with Georgia Railroad and Banking Company, but didn’t like their service. So, when they decided to switch banks, they went with Trust Company of Georgia.

Don’t believe me? I found this today at my dad’s:

 T24 ATM card envelope

It’s his T24 ATM card envelope. It’s got to be a good 23-24 years old.

When I got my first checking account, in 1999 as a 20 year old kid, I opened one at SunTrust , because I thought I should bank at the same bank as my parents. When I got my first car loan in my name, I went to SunTrust, first, to get a loan. When my grandfather died, my parents paid the loan off several months early. When my dad needed a loan after my mother died, he went to SunTrust. I paid that loan off, early, too. And when I started working at my college, I opened a second account at Bank of America, but I never did leave you because I considered you my primary bank. When all the banks decided back in 2010 to start charging customers a few to use their debt cards, I stayed with SunTrust and left Bank of America. The reason I stayed at SunTrust is that my dad and I shared his account. And it was a pretty wonderful account, too. So wonderful, that SunTrust no longer offered all the benefits he got. And due to that account, he wasn’t going to be charged the $5.00 debit card fee my account was going to be charged.

Funny, how after all that outcry, you, Bank of America, and nearly all the others dropped that $5.00 fee. The damage was done. I left Bank of America for USAA.

I even have my mortgage through SunTrust. That’s how loyal I’ve been to your brand. You were the first people I went to.

However, around the end of 2013, my dad’s account was a victim of fraud. Thankfully, you fixed it, quickly, but as a result of it, my dad’s 30 year old account had to be closed. He lost all those perks with the account. It sucked, but it was what it was. We opened another account to replaced the compromised account.

But, after how we have been treated since the beginning of the month, I’m leaving and so is my dad. Your actions have caused us to moved our deposits to another bank and we will close our SunTrust accounts when our financial situation is no longer in limbo.

Back around the 8th and 9th, my dad noticed someone was trying to set up an account on PayPal using my dad’s bank account. This should have been a red flag to you. When he reported it to the bank, you just said to watch it.

When we came to you on the 13th and 14th about bank account mentioned in the last paragraph, AND the savings account, I tweeted this in frustration:

And these are the replies I got:

I don’t like the implication that it’s OUR fault our account got hacked. Everyone working at your bank is wanting to place the onus on me. Well, that’s not helpful when I stressed out about this breach of security. I’ve had to visit a SunTrust branch 3 times in the past week, plus losing 2 days of work, to try to get a resolution. And not only that, but you ALSO messed up a third account of ours when it was originally 2 accounts that had the fraudulent charges.

For your information:

My computers have a virus scanner and system on it. I don’t log in via bogus e-mails. I log in directly via your iPhone app or SunTrust.com. No e-mails from the bank are accessed by my father.

So, yes, this is stressful. I don’t like being dismissed when I see a problem. In my honest opinion, I am of the belief that SunTrust was hacked. The scary thing is that I don’t think you are aware. Or you choose to be ignorant.  Take your pick.

Not only have we reported this issue to SunTrust, I called PayPal about these compromised accounts. They told me HOW the thieves got my money from SunTrust via PayPal. I’d think SunTrust would want this information. And each time, SunTrust’s answer is “We have excellent security.”

I call BS on that. One of the persons I spoke to at PayPal said I wasn’t the first person and she’d had several persons call in to report fraud via SunTrust. And I’ve seen several tweets related to fraud (not PayPal, but fraud in general):

SunTrust’s reply: I can’t rely on someone from PayPal and people from Twitter. Their remarks as irrelevant to my case.

No, SunTrust, while the tweets are irrelevant to my specific case, the comments from PayPal and the Tweets in general show an OVERALL problem that your people do not want to observe. They rather Vancome Lady me.

So, you see, SunTrust, it’s you. You don’t want to take my issue as a serious breach of your security and don’t want to listen to my research. So, this has lead to an a trust issue with the bank side of you all. I don’t trust you. You have invalidated my trust. It takes years to gain trust, but one bad experience like this to lose my trust. As a result, I’m moving my money from you to a competitor.

I will be keeping my mortgage, because I know I can’t get a better deal at the moment. But once I either sell my house, or refinance my house, I will be totally out of your clutches.

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Another good thing in my life
Posted on February 16th, 2017 @ 5:34 pm

Because I need all the positive vibes in my life that I can get at the moment!

I am out of stamps at the moment, but I have been enjoying Random Acts of Cards:

RAoC received

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This song is stuck in my head.
Posted on February 16th, 2017 @ 8:31 am

The meaning it has for me today is NOT the same as it was when it was released. Back in 1995, it was about how I felt for my high school crush. Today, it’s similar to the meaning Sophie had when she wrote it.

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The Shed People: A Tale of Savannah
Posted on February 13th, 2017 @ 8:37 pm

Thank you, Sydney, for the title of this post. May you go far in your endeavors!

#LoFi I hate when I can’t figure out a solution.

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This past Saturday, I attended the RailsBridge Workshop. I am really glad I went. I reconnected with the Languages, Literature & Philosophy administrative assistant from my time at Armstrong. Leona did work for us at the Writing Center we didn’t or couldn’t do. She recognized me when having a déjà vu with the green shirt with white print I happened to be wearing. When she mentioned she worked at Armstrong and the over lap between her employment and my attendance, it hit me where the déjà vu was coming from. When I was attending AASU, the head of my department liked to have pictures of her students on the wall documentation what was being done. In the pictures of me, I had green shirts on; one even had white lettering. The IT, department and the LLP departments shared the same building.

Before the event began, we sat and discussed the Armstrong “merger.” Expressing our memories, fears, and concerns about what will happen to our school. We’re concerned for its legacy.  Its people. Its students.

This encounter is par for the course in Savannah. We’re a small city with a small town feel.  Six Degrees of Separation is usually under 5 degrees of connections in this town.  So it seems.  I was telling her how someone found out that her sister was friends with my sister once and referred to my family as the shed people, since the girls and their other mutual friends liked to hang out in my parents’ shed.

And at the end of the day, Leona, Sydney (a high school girl) and I got to talking. And this is when the Savannah factor came into play.  Leona was describing the hurricane damage of her neighborhood.  As she was describing her local park, the visions of the park across from my dad’s yard took root into my head.  Finally, I asked where this park of Leona’s was.  She literally lives just down the road from my father.

That’s not all.  She also has a cat she loves dearly. Mo is her name.  As she was telling me about her cat, I had a feeling I knew what her cat looked like. Mo is known in my family as Pumpkin the Betrayer. She was originally Jessica’s cat, but chose to abandoned our yard and moved over to Leona’s house.  Leona told me the cat came with the house. We could never figure out why the cat left us, but it does me good to know Leona’s been loving her.

The next day, I went to my dad’s house.  I later went down to say hi to Leona and her husband, Randal.  Add a drop more of the Savannah factor.  Randal went to the same school as Jessica and Matthew.  He was a few grades ahead of them. He remembered Jessica, but only recalled Matthew upon me stating that he wore a dress to school one day.  Seems the dress stunt he pulled at his high school was very memorable.

Just as well.  I can’t remember the name of the kid that wore a cow costume to school on Halloween, but I’ll never forget he wore a cow costume on Halloween and was sent home because of it. We can’t have fake, plastic, cow boobs preventing our kids from an education!

And while I was there visiting them, they caught me up with what they know of the neighborhood since they moved in and I gave them the history of the neighborhood between the time my parents bought the house and the time I moved to Atlanta. I was able to answer the question of the blue house on the alley.

It me, it was an awesome weekend to reconnect and make some more connections.

Oh, doesn’t hurt I got to learn some Ruby, too.  In fact, here’s a small program I wrote tonight for fun:

puts "Hello! Please input a number for me!"
usercount = gets.strip
count = 0
while count < usercount.to_f
puts "...This is the song that never ends.
Yes it goes on and on my friend.
Some people started singing it not knowing what it was
And they'll continue singing it forever just because"
count = count + 1

I will have to try it out again when I have time between work and trivia night(s). I’m trying to become active again in life.

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Getting Back Into Trivia
Posted on February 10th, 2017 @ 5:25 pm

Time for Trivia with my buddies.

My trivia buddies from my old trivia days at the late Uncle Maddio’s Pizza Joint found trivia at the Pooler B & D Burgers location. I’m not really a fan of B & D, not because of their food, but most of the time, their servers are crap. Usually at the Abercorn location.

Last night was different. Our waitress was on her A game.  That’s all I want from a server.  Someone that doesn’t have to hover over me, but did not forget me or treat me with contempt.

So, the trivia master was Pete, a guy we had over at Maddio’s for a few weeks.  And he remembered me! Am I really more memorable than I give myself credit for? I must be if a girl from 6th grade was so excited to find me on Facebook.

I took some rubber duckies.  We didn’t play under the name, but the joke at Maddio’s was what duck would I have each week. Back then, we’d compete against each other, as well at Wild Wings Cafe out in Pooler. At other locations, we have just joined forces.

I haven’t seen my trivia buddies since our mutual friend, Hai, had a birthday party last April. That’s how long it’s been for trivia for me. The last time I went to trivia was with Melinda to one night at Fiddlers last year. I didn’t like how expensive Fiddlers was for trivia.

Since it had been a while and B & D isn’t too expensive, I went this week.  I forgot how fun trivia was with my pals. We’re a motley crew. And that’s the best!  The main thing is we have 2 common loves: trivia and using the knowledge to get food or money.

I think I loved it the most when Quentin was hell bent on beating this one guy and his team there.  It was some guy I’d constantly beat at Wild Wings, but was a tough competitor.  Quentin didn’t care where we placed.  He just wanted to beat the guy that beat them last week. Q was quite pleased when not only beat the guy, but we won. I don’t think we could have done it without Sam’s sister; she knew how to spell Schwarzenegger.

Now, to get back into the habit again. 🙂

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