Irrational Becoming Me

I just applied for a job in Reading, England. With an American phone company. But I thought, hey, maybe I'll end up in jolly old England again! And seeing as I'm quitting Ann it's the perfect time.

Oh, I'm quitting Ann. Ann has let things get out of control so I'm taking back the control and quitting. Quitting. I've done this before I think, yes, yes I have...July 4th I walked out.

Anyhow. I'm still recovering from my journey to escape Irene.

Walking, train, running, bus, train, train, taxi, car.

Doesn't sound so bad when you put it that way. There were a few arguments with people in charge of the transportation, ie the cabby. Why argue, sir, I'm paying you to drive me!

Anywho. Back to work tomorrow, have to figure out my life and such.

Nosy Nancy Never Wins

So the other day I filled out an internal application for a promotion and I was nervous about talking to my manager, getting it signed and what not so I left it in my drawer over night so that conversation could be a bright and early type deal.  I went home and basked in the opportunity, blogged about it, blogged about it, brooded over it dreamed a bit and woke up the next day for work.

When I got to work I pulled my application out of my drawer, one that I indeed share but expect that my stuff will go untouched. It didn't, not ten minutes after I sit down in the second station which is usually occupied by the teller I was filling in for and this nosy teller starts asking about my paperwork. So I tell her but I'm a bit vague, then she runs over and starts reading the passages that she particularly likes.

Let's be honest, I'm going to be arrogant for a second, I'm a pretty good writer. I'm versed in schmooze and have a varied, yet delightfully flamboyant, vocabulary. So yeah my application was kick ass. I was flying high and it was for HR use only.

I say this as a person who reads everything I can see, if you see something you shouldn't zip the lip, put a lid on it, take it home, write it in your pink diary with the lock, do not discuss it at work or with the person it pertains to.

I know, she was worried about my HR visit, I was too, but her worry had her freaking to the point where she figured she'd get sacked and while part of me would like the relief of not having to deal, I'm not going to the be tattler who gets my co-worker canned. Mostly because "it's a tough time economically" and even the old folks need jobs to keep a roof over their head.

So here's the deal lady: keep your nose out of my business and I'll keep the roof over your head.

Homonyms

Today I sent an essay to a friend to look over before I turned it in because, well, it's important enough to make sure I did make any stupid glaring errors. I got a half a page of  notes mostly about how I'm a huge over-user of the comma (I do love a extra-long convoluted sentence, the more clauses the better!). But I received praise over the use of ensure instead of insure.

I have to admit there are homonyms that baffle me but that is not one of them. I have a BA in English and I would like to think that that makes me a bit smarter (with English words) than the average bear. I wanted to scream when I read his note, for Pete's sake he's a civil engineer (though a closet editor, he chose the wrong  parent's career to emulate) and I'm the English major. (Wouldn't it be nice if I had an appropriate title to juxtapose with his?)(Wouldn't it be totally awesome I stopped using parenthetical clauses?)

The point is there are words that sound alike and mean different things. 

Peak, peek and pique: use them correctly and you'll get a gold star.
Read and red: usually they're ok.
Principal and principle: there is a rule and I don't remember it past a headmaster and a law.
Affect and effect: it's one they teach to kids in school because it's sticky, but easy sticky.
Baste and based: the difference  is easy but I missed it in a spelling bee for not asking for a definition.

There are so many. So very, very many. And I love them. I actually discussed them in an interview once, though my love of homonyms might have been the reason they never ever called me back after that interview (rude) I was told that I might be too creative during that interview (what is too creative?).

Oh homonyms. How I love thee and love that I knew how to spell thee (homonym not thee, that hurt that you didn't think I could spell thee, I'm not that bad.)