As an extrovert, I thrive on the energy I get from being around people. I love being in groups, at parties, etc. I enjoy discussions, and I tend to get cranky if I don't have social stimuli for a while. Being around people is what makes me tick.
That being said, I HATE group work. Since the dawn of time, people have needed other people to complete work. I get that. Sometimes teams are needed in order to accomplish a task. The problem lies in people not giving the assistance required. In my classes, I am put in a group. I didn't get to choose the people in my group (I rarely do), and I really didn't know any of them before hand. I got to enter into this group completely blind, with no bias towards or against any particular group member.
Each of us has our strengths. one of us is very analytic, one a technical guru, one is creative, one is a leader, one is very literate, and one is energetic. I'm not going to say who is who. The downside is only 2 of us are hard workers. That leaves 4 people who are just riding on coattails. There is also a distinct lack of communication. Despite the fact that I'm constantly asking people when we want to meet, who is doing what, and who is in charge of actually presenting or turning in the final product, I get no concrete response. We set meetings, and only 2 or 3 of us show up. We say "oh, this needs to get done" and then I'm the one stuck with the bill in the end, furiously punching out content 15 minutes before the deadline because 3 of my teammates didn't give me their portions of the assignment.
I can't stress enough to my group that it will take more than an hour to slam together our findings. Despite my constant reminders that something needs to get done, everyone refuses to meet for more than an hour at a time. Arg. Guess who ends up picking up the slack.
Always me.
It wouldn't be as big of a deal if everyone pitched in, but I hate having to drag someone else's weight. I'm heavy enough as it is.
I think everyone in a group should have shock collars. A person's collar would be activated whenever 2 other teammates believe that person is not doing enough work or pulling their own weight. I believe this would reduce the amount of AZZZCHCHCHCHCHAAAAAAAAPHPHPHPHPHHPHPPHP....
I guess my teammates think I should get back to work, rather than blarging.
Showing posts with label frustrating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frustrating. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Hotline Woes
I used to work in the wireless phone business. I worked for a company that was considered a "third-party" sales team. We dealt with three different major wireless carriers, and to avoid any of these companies coming after me with all their righteous corporate fury, I will not refer to them by name. Lets simply call them Awesome, Great, and... Not-so-Great (NOG for short).
Working as a third-party representative, I had the great liberty of being able to be completely honest about these different companies. Each company had strengths and weaknesses, ranging from price to coverage to handset availability and quality. I loved being able to talk openly with customers to identify their needs and match them to whichever service and handset would best suit them.
Often, these discussions would lead to questions, or there would be difficulties with the activation process. This would invariably result in my having to call the carrier to resolve the issue. Two of the carriers (I bet you can figure out which two I'm referring to by their fictional names above) were really good at the whole customer service bit. They responded to my calls with courtesy, the automated systems were easy to navigate, or had built in systems to send me straight to an actual person. The calling process was not always pleasant with them, but the vast majority of the time, I didn't have a problem with them.
NOG, however, was almost always a pain. There was so much frustration with them, that I began to take notes on how to best circumvent them and get what I wanted with as little pain as possible. Unfortunately, my notes did me no good, as it seemed that their system was always changing in an effort to constantly screw with their customers. Their automated systems had no viable workaround, and their customer services representatives seemed to be trained in the art of customer frustration.
A story:
I called NOG because I had to upgrade someone's line. This is not a problem most of the time, and I rarely need to call in to get it done. This particular instance, there was a minor blip in the system, and I had to make the dreaded call. After waiting on hold with their incessant music and annoying pitches for services nobody actually needs, I finally was able to navigate my way to an actual person who spoke English (sort of) with an accent that was so heavy I could have made a mattress out of it. I told him the situation, which was really quite minor, but still needed the assistance of someone from the almighty person on the phone. He then told me he didn't understand what I wanted him to do.
What?
You're telling me that you don't know how to fix this minor blip that has happened to me at least a hundred times before? (Yeah, I know, I said it's not common, but it still happens) Are you so incompetent that you can't type in a string of numbers into the correct box? I'm even providing you the numbers! You can't do that?
So I attempt to explain what I want done in a different way. Again, he replied with incomprehension. So, I explain it a third time.
This time, he gets what I want him to do, but tells me it is against company policy to perform the task I am asking him to do.
Come again?
Let me remind you, I've done this exact thing over a hundred times (that's not an exaggeration) and I've done it with all three carriers that I represent. This is not a major thing, I just don't have access to the button that needs pushing on my computer.
Long story short, I hung up and called back to speak with someone different who would do what I wanted. The whole process: 3.5 hours. Way to go, NOG, you have successfully turned something that should have taken 15 minutes maximum, including a reasonable hold time, to something that was blown so far out of proportion that I've now turned into a blarg.
I've unfortunately found that many customer service hotlines have a similar problem. They take the simple and create something impossible out of it. I love getting a good customer service rep, and I will gladly stay on the line to give them excellent feedback for every good rep I get. I understand that their jobs depend on that feedback, and promotions can come from consistent positive feedback. It goes both ways, though. I'll gladly rip apart any service rep who doesn't do at least the minimum. They have no place in a service industry if they can't do their job, or they can't do it with civility. I'm never rude to them, because I've been in the service industry, and I know how hard it can be. But I also have a healthy respect for being able to do one's job, and far too often, customer service lines don't or can't.
Working as a third-party representative, I had the great liberty of being able to be completely honest about these different companies. Each company had strengths and weaknesses, ranging from price to coverage to handset availability and quality. I loved being able to talk openly with customers to identify their needs and match them to whichever service and handset would best suit them.
Often, these discussions would lead to questions, or there would be difficulties with the activation process. This would invariably result in my having to call the carrier to resolve the issue. Two of the carriers (I bet you can figure out which two I'm referring to by their fictional names above) were really good at the whole customer service bit. They responded to my calls with courtesy, the automated systems were easy to navigate, or had built in systems to send me straight to an actual person. The calling process was not always pleasant with them, but the vast majority of the time, I didn't have a problem with them.
NOG, however, was almost always a pain. There was so much frustration with them, that I began to take notes on how to best circumvent them and get what I wanted with as little pain as possible. Unfortunately, my notes did me no good, as it seemed that their system was always changing in an effort to constantly screw with their customers. Their automated systems had no viable workaround, and their customer services representatives seemed to be trained in the art of customer frustration.
A story:
I called NOG because I had to upgrade someone's line. This is not a problem most of the time, and I rarely need to call in to get it done. This particular instance, there was a minor blip in the system, and I had to make the dreaded call. After waiting on hold with their incessant music and annoying pitches for services nobody actually needs, I finally was able to navigate my way to an actual person who spoke English (sort of) with an accent that was so heavy I could have made a mattress out of it. I told him the situation, which was really quite minor, but still needed the assistance of someone from the almighty person on the phone. He then told me he didn't understand what I wanted him to do.
What?
You're telling me that you don't know how to fix this minor blip that has happened to me at least a hundred times before? (Yeah, I know, I said it's not common, but it still happens) Are you so incompetent that you can't type in a string of numbers into the correct box? I'm even providing you the numbers! You can't do that?
So I attempt to explain what I want done in a different way. Again, he replied with incomprehension. So, I explain it a third time.
This time, he gets what I want him to do, but tells me it is against company policy to perform the task I am asking him to do.
Come again?
Let me remind you, I've done this exact thing over a hundred times (that's not an exaggeration) and I've done it with all three carriers that I represent. This is not a major thing, I just don't have access to the button that needs pushing on my computer.
Long story short, I hung up and called back to speak with someone different who would do what I wanted. The whole process: 3.5 hours. Way to go, NOG, you have successfully turned something that should have taken 15 minutes maximum, including a reasonable hold time, to something that was blown so far out of proportion that I've now turned into a blarg.
I've unfortunately found that many customer service hotlines have a similar problem. They take the simple and create something impossible out of it. I love getting a good customer service rep, and I will gladly stay on the line to give them excellent feedback for every good rep I get. I understand that their jobs depend on that feedback, and promotions can come from consistent positive feedback. It goes both ways, though. I'll gladly rip apart any service rep who doesn't do at least the minimum. They have no place in a service industry if they can't do their job, or they can't do it with civility. I'm never rude to them, because I've been in the service industry, and I know how hard it can be. But I also have a healthy respect for being able to do one's job, and far too often, customer service lines don't or can't.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Automatic Bathrooms
Feeling stupid is not a normal activity for me. Somehow, though, every time I walk into a bathroom with anything automated, I get the chance to both look and feel like an idiot.
Lets break this down into the different pieces.
The Toilets
There are two problems with automatic toilets. They are far too sensitive, or not sensitive enough. I rarely find an automatic toilet with the right sensitivity. Being a man, I feel I can talk about urinals with some degree of authority. This is a stupid little thing, but sometimes when I'm... you know... the urinal flushes in the middle of it! Why? Did I move? I didn't think so. So why are you flushing? Couldn't you wait ten seconds till I had actually stepped away?
But lets face it. Having a urinal flush on you randomly is nothing compared to having a sit-down toilet flush on you. It's a horrifying experience to have one of those things go off! There is this WHOOSH and sometimes a splash, and it's just... unpleasant. Now, I didn't shift, I didn't stand up. I might admit to leaning forward slightly to get some paper, which for some reason is always about 6 inches too far away. Why do they put it so far away? Who on earth has arms that long? Oh, right, off topic. Oh, and then, when I'm done, I stand up, and for whatever reason it doesn't recognize that I've left. So, I move myself a millimeter, and you open up the raging waters of Niagara under my cheeks, but I completely remove myself from the throne and I don't get so much as a raindrop? How does that work? Stupid.
The Sinks
I've been totally spoiled by automatic sinks. There are so many automatic sinks in places that now I just assume, stupidly, that when I place my hands under the faucet, water will magically appear. When the water doesnt come, what is my first course of action to rectify the situation? Make sure my hand is aligned with the sensor. Because, lets face it, half the time the automatic sinks don't have a sensitive enough sensor. If your fingers are not in the exact right square half inch of space, no water is coming forth. This means hands with just that little bit of bathroom grunge left on them because you can't get the cleansing H2O to flow from the magical spigot. Anyway, so my first course of action is to check the sensor. Turns out, half the time, there isn't a sensor. Instead, there is a standard knob or handle to turn on the water. Dang. Foiled again.
The Towel Dispensers
There is no good system for dispensing towels that has yet to be released. I will admit, the closest one I've seen to decency is the automatic towel dispenser. I'm referring to the ones where you wave your hand in front of it and it rolls out a nice, easy-to-tear-off sheet of paper towel. Here's the problem. It only rolls out 3 inches at a time. I have big hands. Only having 3 inches of paper towel just isn't going to cut it. So I grab another. Hmmm... Still not dry. Ok, another. Dang. Fine, just one more. By now, the other people in the bathroom are wondering why on earth this jerk is wasting trees just because he can't get the tiny little bit of moisture off his hands. Now I'm sitting there, mentally defending myself; "Its not giving me enough! I have hands to shake, and nobody wants to shake a wet hand! ARG! WHY IS THIS SO DIFFICULT!! JUST GIVE ME A PROPER LENGTH OF TOWEL!!!"
The Hand Dryers
I don't know who designs the sensors on automatic hand dryers, but you have to have just the right position to get them to even turn on. Now, if you are a stranger to proper use of the hand drying tools, allow me to explain the real problem here. In order to get your hands any semblance of dry without taking 3 hours, you have to move your hands; Rub them, move them, turn them. This allows for proper air flow around the fingers, creating the (almost) perfect (not really) environment for water to evaporate off your skin. The issue arises with that movement. combining movement with a small and overly picky sensor means the air is only on for 15 seconds at a time. Then you have to stop, find the sweet spot, which is usually about 6 inches lower than where you can ever feel air, and then start the process over again.
There are some newer hand dryers that have come out recently that rely less on hot air and depend more on the actual force of the air. These are cool. They are fast, they are reliable, and when I use them, I get to see the skin on the backs of my hands move and wrinkle like I'm an old person. Then when I remove my hands, they are magically restored to their beautiful and youthful appearance. It's a wonderful reminder that I am young and not supposed to be bothered by silly things like automatic bathrooms.
Lets break this down into the different pieces.
The Toilets
There are two problems with automatic toilets. They are far too sensitive, or not sensitive enough. I rarely find an automatic toilet with the right sensitivity. Being a man, I feel I can talk about urinals with some degree of authority. This is a stupid little thing, but sometimes when I'm... you know... the urinal flushes in the middle of it! Why? Did I move? I didn't think so. So why are you flushing? Couldn't you wait ten seconds till I had actually stepped away?
But lets face it. Having a urinal flush on you randomly is nothing compared to having a sit-down toilet flush on you. It's a horrifying experience to have one of those things go off! There is this WHOOSH and sometimes a splash, and it's just... unpleasant. Now, I didn't shift, I didn't stand up. I might admit to leaning forward slightly to get some paper, which for some reason is always about 6 inches too far away. Why do they put it so far away? Who on earth has arms that long? Oh, right, off topic. Oh, and then, when I'm done, I stand up, and for whatever reason it doesn't recognize that I've left. So, I move myself a millimeter, and you open up the raging waters of Niagara under my cheeks, but I completely remove myself from the throne and I don't get so much as a raindrop? How does that work? Stupid.
The Sinks
I've been totally spoiled by automatic sinks. There are so many automatic sinks in places that now I just assume, stupidly, that when I place my hands under the faucet, water will magically appear. When the water doesnt come, what is my first course of action to rectify the situation? Make sure my hand is aligned with the sensor. Because, lets face it, half the time the automatic sinks don't have a sensitive enough sensor. If your fingers are not in the exact right square half inch of space, no water is coming forth. This means hands with just that little bit of bathroom grunge left on them because you can't get the cleansing H2O to flow from the magical spigot. Anyway, so my first course of action is to check the sensor. Turns out, half the time, there isn't a sensor. Instead, there is a standard knob or handle to turn on the water. Dang. Foiled again.
The Towel Dispensers
There is no good system for dispensing towels that has yet to be released. I will admit, the closest one I've seen to decency is the automatic towel dispenser. I'm referring to the ones where you wave your hand in front of it and it rolls out a nice, easy-to-tear-off sheet of paper towel. Here's the problem. It only rolls out 3 inches at a time. I have big hands. Only having 3 inches of paper towel just isn't going to cut it. So I grab another. Hmmm... Still not dry. Ok, another. Dang. Fine, just one more. By now, the other people in the bathroom are wondering why on earth this jerk is wasting trees just because he can't get the tiny little bit of moisture off his hands. Now I'm sitting there, mentally defending myself; "Its not giving me enough! I have hands to shake, and nobody wants to shake a wet hand! ARG! WHY IS THIS SO DIFFICULT!! JUST GIVE ME A PROPER LENGTH OF TOWEL!!!"
The Hand Dryers
I don't know who designs the sensors on automatic hand dryers, but you have to have just the right position to get them to even turn on. Now, if you are a stranger to proper use of the hand drying tools, allow me to explain the real problem here. In order to get your hands any semblance of dry without taking 3 hours, you have to move your hands; Rub them, move them, turn them. This allows for proper air flow around the fingers, creating the (almost) perfect (not really) environment for water to evaporate off your skin. The issue arises with that movement. combining movement with a small and overly picky sensor means the air is only on for 15 seconds at a time. Then you have to stop, find the sweet spot, which is usually about 6 inches lower than where you can ever feel air, and then start the process over again.
There are some newer hand dryers that have come out recently that rely less on hot air and depend more on the actual force of the air. These are cool. They are fast, they are reliable, and when I use them, I get to see the skin on the backs of my hands move and wrinkle like I'm an old person. Then when I remove my hands, they are magically restored to their beautiful and youthful appearance. It's a wonderful reminder that I am young and not supposed to be bothered by silly things like automatic bathrooms.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Accounting
I hate accounting.
I hate it with a passion that burn brighter than the fiery pits of Hell combined with the righteous indignant fury of the Hosts of Heaven.
I've taken the same stupid accounting class for my university classes hmmm... lets see... oh just THREE TIMES! I hate this class with every fiber of my being. I can't stand not being able to get the concepts, and there is nobody in the world who is able to explain it to me in a way I understand (with the exception of one, who is a Godsend, and may actually be able to pull my butt through this class). Before I found this guy, though, I'd been through everything I could think of to get my brain to wrap itself around the concepts put forth by my professors.
There is an accounting lab on campus, which is supposed to specialize in tutoring morons like me in a way that is understandable. I think "Great! That will allow me to get some help and get the accounting juices flowing!" Not wanting to look like a total doofus, I make sure that I have read the book, looked over the homework, and come with a list of specific questions to ask the tutors there, so I can walk out of there feeling confident that I can last one more day in this nightmare of a class. I finally get the attention of one of the tutors, and he comes over, sits down next to me, and says (Verbatim) "Well, everything is in the book. Why don't you read the book and see if that helps."
Like I haven't already thought of that.
You idiot! I came to you because I've exhausted all the other options I can think of. Don't tell me to just read the book and all will magically become clear! I've done that. Now answer the questions that I've brought to you AFTER having read the book.
By the time I come out of my shock of him having said this, however, he has already stood up and moved on to help another struggling student. I never got help from there. I'd like to say this was a one time occurance, too. Unfortunately, this proved to be the rule, rather than the exception, when it came to the amount of help I recieved from that disgrace of a tutoring center.
I hate accounting.
I hate it with a passion that burn brighter than the fiery pits of Hell combined with the righteous indignant fury of the Hosts of Heaven.
I've taken the same stupid accounting class for my university classes hmmm... lets see... oh just THREE TIMES! I hate this class with every fiber of my being. I can't stand not being able to get the concepts, and there is nobody in the world who is able to explain it to me in a way I understand (with the exception of one, who is a Godsend, and may actually be able to pull my butt through this class). Before I found this guy, though, I'd been through everything I could think of to get my brain to wrap itself around the concepts put forth by my professors.
There is an accounting lab on campus, which is supposed to specialize in tutoring morons like me in a way that is understandable. I think "Great! That will allow me to get some help and get the accounting juices flowing!" Not wanting to look like a total doofus, I make sure that I have read the book, looked over the homework, and come with a list of specific questions to ask the tutors there, so I can walk out of there feeling confident that I can last one more day in this nightmare of a class. I finally get the attention of one of the tutors, and he comes over, sits down next to me, and says (Verbatim) "Well, everything is in the book. Why don't you read the book and see if that helps."
Like I haven't already thought of that.
You idiot! I came to you because I've exhausted all the other options I can think of. Don't tell me to just read the book and all will magically become clear! I've done that. Now answer the questions that I've brought to you AFTER having read the book.
By the time I come out of my shock of him having said this, however, he has already stood up and moved on to help another struggling student. I never got help from there. I'd like to say this was a one time occurance, too. Unfortunately, this proved to be the rule, rather than the exception, when it came to the amount of help I recieved from that disgrace of a tutoring center.
I hate accounting.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
My cupholder
I love my car. Love it! I love everything about it. It's very versatile (go hatchbacks!) and it gets great gas mileage. lots of little accessories in it that make driving it a pleasure.
Between the two front seats are two cup holders. One sits in front of the other, and the one in the back sits just a little bit higher than the other. The one in back is perfect for pretty much everything. Soda cans, water bottles, fast food cups, again, everything can fit in this cup holder.
The partner cup holder does not perform the same job with the same vigor and excellence, however, and it is very upsetting. For whatever reason, it is just a little bit smaller than the other one. It won't hold a soda can, and it's too close to the rear cup holder to allow anything with a lid to sit in it without the lid popping off. About the only thing that will actually fit in this cup holder is a standard 16.9 oz water bottle.
I'd like to know why on earth the designers of this otherwise wonderful car would put in cup holders of differing sizes? It seems like a completely idiotic thing to think of, let alone actually put into practice. I mean, who on earth designs something with two separate size cup holders? I get the idea that some beverage containers are different sizes, but there are many ways to make a larger cup holder work with smaller objects, but there are no ways to make a smaller cup holder fit larger cups.
Between the two front seats are two cup holders. One sits in front of the other, and the one in the back sits just a little bit higher than the other. The one in back is perfect for pretty much everything. Soda cans, water bottles, fast food cups, again, everything can fit in this cup holder.
The partner cup holder does not perform the same job with the same vigor and excellence, however, and it is very upsetting. For whatever reason, it is just a little bit smaller than the other one. It won't hold a soda can, and it's too close to the rear cup holder to allow anything with a lid to sit in it without the lid popping off. About the only thing that will actually fit in this cup holder is a standard 16.9 oz water bottle.
I'd like to know why on earth the designers of this otherwise wonderful car would put in cup holders of differing sizes? It seems like a completely idiotic thing to think of, let alone actually put into practice. I mean, who on earth designs something with two separate size cup holders? I get the idea that some beverage containers are different sizes, but there are many ways to make a larger cup holder work with smaller objects, but there are no ways to make a smaller cup holder fit larger cups.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Counting Dimes
So, I have big hands.
You know what that means!
Yes, it means I have trouble dealing with really small objects.
Like dimes.
I hate counting dimes. Specifically dimes. I don't hate counting all coins, it really is just dimes. Part of my job is to count the money in the registers, make sure there is a certain amount of money in them at the start and the end of the day. Paper money is a cinch, quarters and nickles, no problem. Pennies... ok, so pennies are a little tough, but dimes are so small I have trouble counting them one by one back into the drawer. Inevitably, I drop one or two extra into the slot, and I have to start counting dimes all over again. It's really annoying!
Also, I lose track counting dimes easily. I never lose track with any of the other change, just dimes. I start to count by cents (10,20,30,40...90,1 dollar) but then I lose track of how many dollars I have counted out (crap, have I already counted 2 dollars? or was it 3? dang...) When you have 20 different registers to count, it gets really aggravating to have to start over on almost every one.
It's so bad, when I see only 2 or 3 dimes in a register, I rejoice! I am so happy that I can just eye it, and I don't have to worry about starting over 38 dimes in.
Do other people have this animosity towards dimes? Probably not... my guess is that nickles or pennies are probably the victims of most change hate crimes
You know what that means!
Yes, it means I have trouble dealing with really small objects.
Like dimes.
I hate counting dimes. Specifically dimes. I don't hate counting all coins, it really is just dimes. Part of my job is to count the money in the registers, make sure there is a certain amount of money in them at the start and the end of the day. Paper money is a cinch, quarters and nickles, no problem. Pennies... ok, so pennies are a little tough, but dimes are so small I have trouble counting them one by one back into the drawer. Inevitably, I drop one or two extra into the slot, and I have to start counting dimes all over again. It's really annoying!
Also, I lose track counting dimes easily. I never lose track with any of the other change, just dimes. I start to count by cents (10,20,30,40...90,1 dollar) but then I lose track of how many dollars I have counted out (crap, have I already counted 2 dollars? or was it 3? dang...) When you have 20 different registers to count, it gets really aggravating to have to start over on almost every one.
It's so bad, when I see only 2 or 3 dimes in a register, I rejoice! I am so happy that I can just eye it, and I don't have to worry about starting over 38 dimes in.
Do other people have this animosity towards dimes? Probably not... my guess is that nickles or pennies are probably the victims of most change hate crimes
Monday, August 12, 2013
Nothing
So, here's something ironic. I'm blarging about not having anything to blarg about!
It's actually quite frustrating. Here I am, living my life, which is pretty dang good. But I write a blog of complaints. My life is so good, I have nothing to complain about. Even the little stuff hasn't bothered me enough to consider actually writing something about it. How great is that? Great for life, not so good for my readers (you know who you are!)
I was actually thinking about it this morning while at work. I was intentionally trying to come up with things to blarg about, and I was having a tough time. The best I could think of was counting dimes. (more to come, I guess).
What am I supposed to tell my fans? The thronging masses need my literary work, and I'm depriving them of it because I'm too happy! Man, I'm a jerk
Ooh! I just thought of something! I'll put it up as soon as I finish it!
In the meantime, please, if you have any ideas on topics, or a mildly depressing story you want to share, please email me at thisismyblarg@gmail.com. I would love to look over your material and add it to my menagerie of mayhem!
It's actually quite frustrating. Here I am, living my life, which is pretty dang good. But I write a blog of complaints. My life is so good, I have nothing to complain about. Even the little stuff hasn't bothered me enough to consider actually writing something about it. How great is that? Great for life, not so good for my readers (you know who you are!)
I was actually thinking about it this morning while at work. I was intentionally trying to come up with things to blarg about, and I was having a tough time. The best I could think of was counting dimes. (more to come, I guess).
What am I supposed to tell my fans? The thronging masses need my literary work, and I'm depriving them of it because I'm too happy! Man, I'm a jerk
Ooh! I just thought of something! I'll put it up as soon as I finish it!
In the meantime, please, if you have any ideas on topics, or a mildly depressing story you want to share, please email me at thisismyblarg@gmail.com. I would love to look over your material and add it to my menagerie of mayhem!
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