Purpletini? Ribenatini?
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quisletSomeone had to have tried this before: Absolut Kurant and Crème de Cassis in a martini ratio. It's like a Ribena martini! Yumm!!
To quote my #2, today was another "soul-sucking day." I keep telling her that there is something that makes each day special, and it is her job to find that thing hiding in each day. Taking a spoonful of my own medicine today, I must declare that I had the briefest moment of victory this morning. I had one of those "bonus" services on my credit card, the kind that hits you for just a little less than your pain threshold each month. It seemed nifty at first, and I fell for the "you can always cancel it" line, and then I pretty much forgot about it until last night.
So last night, I called and tried to cancel the service. I got to a deceptively soothing phone switch that asked if I wanted English or Spanish. I wimped out, opted for English, and then received a pleasant message about how their office would open at 9 AM. The fact that this was an electronic dead-end was mildly annoying, but the recording was polite so I made a note to call in the morning. I even set a calendar reminder in the event that I got distracted by my real job.
This morning, I called and was bombarded by a curt, rapid-fire message about how "expected caller volume" had been exceeded and that I should try again later. I grumbled, and made a note to try again. It was then that I remembered the power of semi-automatic redial! Punch that button twice and poke the corporate behemoth in the eye once more! Grinning in my telephonic sadism, I stalked my prey and fired successive volleys into the beast until I connected with a beleaguered operator. I quietly chortled in my joy as she ran through her little script. Yes, I certainly will call back if I ever want to renew my service, Karen. Thank you. Defeated, Karen cancelled my account. Callooh! Callay! I have slain the manxome foe!
The rest of the day wound on from this 9:15 AM high point to an afternoon low watching the boss pick unnecessary fights with the people that we support (and who likely control his fate). I don't think he'll ever learn...
Woot! Zed's home and he proclaims that my creation shall be named the Cassitini. Vive la cassis!
To quote my #2, today was another "soul-sucking day." I keep telling her that there is something that makes each day special, and it is her job to find that thing hiding in each day. Taking a spoonful of my own medicine today, I must declare that I had the briefest moment of victory this morning. I had one of those "bonus" services on my credit card, the kind that hits you for just a little less than your pain threshold each month. It seemed nifty at first, and I fell for the "you can always cancel it" line, and then I pretty much forgot about it until last night.
So last night, I called and tried to cancel the service. I got to a deceptively soothing phone switch that asked if I wanted English or Spanish. I wimped out, opted for English, and then received a pleasant message about how their office would open at 9 AM. The fact that this was an electronic dead-end was mildly annoying, but the recording was polite so I made a note to call in the morning. I even set a calendar reminder in the event that I got distracted by my real job.
This morning, I called and was bombarded by a curt, rapid-fire message about how "expected caller volume" had been exceeded and that I should try again later. I grumbled, and made a note to try again. It was then that I remembered the power of semi-automatic redial! Punch that button twice and poke the corporate behemoth in the eye once more! Grinning in my telephonic sadism, I stalked my prey and fired successive volleys into the beast until I connected with a beleaguered operator. I quietly chortled in my joy as she ran through her little script. Yes, I certainly will call back if I ever want to renew my service, Karen. Thank you. Defeated, Karen cancelled my account. Callooh! Callay! I have slain the manxome foe!
The rest of the day wound on from this 9:15 AM high point to an afternoon low watching the boss pick unnecessary fights with the people that we support (and who likely control his fate). I don't think he'll ever learn...
Woot! Zed's home and he proclaims that my creation shall be named the Cassitini. Vive la cassis!
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Triumph is a wonderful thing, no?
Date: 2005-05-04 04:34 am (UTC)GAH! I missed Zed libation night again? I KNEW I should have told Wee One I'd pick her up! ::stamps foot::
Thank you though...for running her home. Lovely of you, as usual!♥
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Date: 2005-05-04 10:12 am (UTC)Zed didn't get home until just before I turned in. Finals and all that. This was his last set, so we'll set up a night of libation offerings in the very near future.
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Date: 2005-05-04 05:47 pm (UTC)I have extra incentive for an invitation now! Your present arrived today!!! YAY! How does libations with Eddie sound?
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Date: 2005-05-04 03:04 pm (UTC)Ok, maybe two....