Three Random Things
1. I got a Rocking Blogger Award from Stefanie! She included some other rocking girl bloggers, some that I have never visited before, so that was nice. A few years ago, I got a call from a co-worker who was hanging out on the East Side telling me he just saw my doppleganger. “Except it was the rock-and-roll version of you,” he said. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to be the rock-and-roll version of me, but I think that moving upstate, letting my natural hair color grow back in and ending most of my nights at 10:00 so I can get up at 6 and work out is probably working against that goal. With this award, I feel some vindication. Thanks, Stefanie.
Of all the many worthy bloggers that I frequent, I’m going to pass this award on to RDL because her Friday jokes crack me consistently up.
2. I’m the kind of rocking girl who is either a)completely forgettable or b)reminds people uncannily of someone else they know. (There was one woman who got downright argumentative when I told her that I was sure that we had never met.) I’ve come to accept this, but since I don’t work for the CIA, sometimes it’s nice to be remembered. Yesterday I went to the shoe store to return the sneakers that were a size too small (after I had run about 12 miles in them over the course of a week, but they still took them back!) As I walked into the store, I spotted the guy who had sold me my shoes after having a very nice extended conversation with me about how the ugly shoes are actually more comfortable, and I could save $10 if I bought them if I bought them in the unloved pale blue color. He was really sweet, and reminded me of the husband of a friend of mine from the bookstore days.So upon my return to the store, I was glad he was there, because I knew he could help me. He didn’t look busy so I got his attention. “Okay, fine, we can do a return. What’s wrong with the shoes?” he asked.
“I like them, but they are too small, I started to get blisters.”
“Did you buy them here?”
“Yeah, like a week ago, actually you were the one who sold me these shoes.”
“Well, a lot of people come in here all the time, I can’t possibly remember them all.”
Customer Service 101! Just PRETEND like you remember someone, especially if they are likely to have frail self-esteem issues. But, whatever, I just got satisfaction knowing that I’m better at my job than him, and I’m not required to wear a shirt that makes me look like a referee. Plus, I got the new shoes, and took them running this morning, which brings me to:
3. Nike+iPod. I’m not one to shill for a product for no reason (I should really get paid for this) but this is one awesome product. If you are a runner, own an iPod nano, are in the market for new shoes, and have the latest iTunes software, you should look into getting this little $30 gizmo. A pedometer goes into the insole of your left shoe. The Nike+ shoes have a pocket for it, but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before the “Nykes” you can buy on Canal Street will have it too. When you do your run, you can set the workout ahead of time with either a distance or a mileage goal. During the workout, a voice (you can set it to male or female, but alas, not “Jim Dale”) tells you how far you’ve gone or how much you have left. Also, you can set a “power song” for tough hills or inspiration or whatnot. I use They Might Be Giant’s “Birdhouse in Your Soul,” because it makes me happy. After the workout, you plug the little doohickey into your computer, and a graph on the Nike website gives you graphs and compares your run to other runs and all this kind of stuff. It’s a geek athlete dream.Because of this, I’ve used my iPod more in the past week than in the past year, and I seem to be going faster, although the drawback of that is that I hurt my knee today. No matter! I’ll just record my walk time. I wonder if I can set it to swim mode? Although, after the tragic destruction of my watch as I rode the Maid of the Mist under Niagara Falls (water resistant to 10 feet my eye!) I’m going to keep my electronic appliances away from the water, I think.
Categories: I'm not judging you · oh so meta · shilling
9 responses so far ↓
-R- // July 12, 2007 at 4:45 pm
Hmmm… you did not remind me of anyone I know. Now maybe I will meet a doppelganger of yours and try to convince her that she is Noelle.
I have heard good things about the Ipod running thingamajig from other people as well. Very fancy!
rdl // July 12, 2007 at 6:50 pm
Well I almost tripped over my own feet on the way over here to accept my award. Thank you dearheart - you made my day!
And good review on the Nike Ipod thingamajig - maybe i will get one for my son
stefanie // July 12, 2007 at 7:43 pm
1. I love that your list has both numbers AND bullets. I’m all about itemizing, so I don’t even care about superfluous notation in doing so.
2. In college, at least four different people told me they had seen a girl on campus who looked just like me but was blonde. I always wanted to run into her, because I’m really curious what I’d look like as a blonde. That’s not really the same as a rock and roll version of me, but whatever.
3. I went into a body shop a couple years ago where I’d had some work on my car done at least three years before that, and the guy SWORE that he remembered me (and presumably not even because I was a pain in the ass or anything). Your shoe-seller guy could take a lesson from that dude.
lizgwiz // July 12, 2007 at 9:16 pm
Congratulations, fellow rockin’ girl blogger!
That customer service guy was an idiot. I always pretend I remember what my customers are talking about (and most of the time I actually do), even if I’m frantically scrambling through a pile of notes on my desk trying to remember the whole time we’re talking. Way to make a customer feel appreciated, dude.
Brando // July 13, 2007 at 6:27 pm
Ever since then, I’ve wanted to be the rock-and-roll version of me, but I think that moving upstate, letting my natural hair color grow back in and ending most of my nights at 10:00 so I can get up at 6 and work out is probably working against that goal.
Actually, that’s the rock star version of you in the last five minutes of Behind the Music, when you’ve kicked your habit(s) and are back in the studio with the original drummer and bass player again.
Sadie Says // July 13, 2007 at 6:44 pm
I rockingly agree in your rockin’ blog award. Not only does your blog rock, but you have the same name as me. Now that’s rock and roll.
(Even if that’s not you’re real name, it rocks that you’d pick that name as your rockin’ fake name)
Man Of Action // July 15, 2007 at 10:19 pm
Get paid for your reviews: http://en.shoppero.com/
Sarah // July 16, 2007 at 12:40 pm
The maid of the mist is under at least 10 feet of water. No one else mentioned that part so I thought I would. I just remember being in a stinky rain poncho that was worn my a majillion other people and still being soaked to the bone. I wonder if the nike/ipod thing could work in labor. though i guess i would then be required to wear shoes, and prolly strapped to my belly. i guess that won’t work.
grin.
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Noelle // July 16, 2007 at 5:30 pm
-r- I’m glad to be original in your eyes. It makes me happy.
rdl - You’re welcome! Again, you did not disappoint with this week’s joke.
stefanie - a) I’m organized that way, b)That is so much better than ruining your natural coloring and c) There is a line where it’s nice to be remembered, but not too fondly when it comes to auto body guys…
liz - the best is when you can remember some random thing a person told you, and they think you’re simply amazing. Not that it ever happens to me, but it would be nice.
brando - that’s true, I’m like a recovered addict, without ever having the addiction.
sadie - you’ve convinced me that I’ve chosen well. Thanks!
man of action - if I didn’t spend last night having dinner with you, your post would convince me that you were some kind of spam commenter. However, I know better, and thanks for the link!
sarah - The Maid of the Mist really needs to have a “you will get wet” sign, because that poncho is only effective at keeping your skin from breathing on a hot day. I don’t think you can track mileage in labor, because it doesn’t even work on the elliptical machine. I’m just going to go with giving birth = a couple of marathons.
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