Technologically not-so-savvy

I have many skills (-insert: Napoleon Dynamite voice-); I can zip thru texts ranging from Harry Potter to Federal court rulings; I can bust out a 12 page research paper in a matter of hours (I perfected this particular skill in undergrad), and I consider myself to be a pretty good cook. However, I cannot for the life of me move upward from my "sub-par" status in the technology world.

My latest conundrum: syncing my iPhone to my iTunes. Last night I finally borrowed a USB syncing/charger cord thing for my phone and I was so excited to transfer all of my new music. So after a long and tiring day I snuggled into my nest, booted up my new mac book, and said aloud, "This shouldn't be too difficult". Turns out I was wrong. Right off the bar I was prompted to register my phone, then to update it, then to do something like verify my computer so that I could legally transfer my purchased items to my iTunes library. All in a matter of seconds. I clicked the "OK's" and "Not now's" and, after searching for a good 10 minutes for the "sync" tab, I downloaded my entire playlist to my phone. There was quite a bit, so in the meantime I fbooked a little, checked my emails, etc... When it was "OK to disconnect" I excitedly checked my phone only to find that ALL OF MY APPS WERE MISSING!!! Did the app monster sneak into my phone and steal what was rightfully his??! Were they hidden in a secret folder I don't know about?!? Were they illegally downloaded and my info sent to the FCC? Nope--none of the above. Apparently when I was blindly clicking the introductory prompts I answered an "OK" instead of a "Cancel". I am still confused as to whether or not I can sync new songs without re-downloading my entire library, and more importantly, whether or not all of my apps will be erased the next time I sync my phone. Any advice would be great (hint hint, Mostoutspokenmily, I require your assistance!)

But really, why do I act surprised?? I know my rightful place in the world of tech., and should know better than to trying something new without first consulting one of my many technologically savvy friends. What a girl to do?!

Reinvigorated & ready to go! (...in seven weeks...)

In seven days it will be exactly one year since my last post. I tried to resist the urge of posting something new until June 30th 2011, but the temptation of resuming my contributions to the blogosphere prevented me from doing any such thing. So here I am, wasting away at my desk at work and getting paid insanely too much to be writing this very post. But alas! My job responsibilities have been passed on to my successor and, according to my supervisor, I am useless and have been considered so for the past four weeks. **Disclaimer: she did not overtly say this, however her actions speak WAY louder than words**

In any case, I am counting the days until I am free from the confines of my 8am-5pm life, at which point I will resume the life of an 8am-12am student. This switching of gears is what propels my conviction to maintain my blog and not let it fall into shambles as I have done over the past year. In so doing, I have no other choice but to look for the fun, quirky, and light-hearten moments of my first semester at law school that will make this blog worth writing and, most importantly, totally worth your read! My sanity is determined by my level of happiness, and my happiness has deep roots in the laughter and love I share with my friends and family. I have no other choice but to seek out the "funnies" of my future reality. At least, that's my plan for now.....

So read what you want and skip the parts that bore you; hopefully my words will accurately describe my new adventures and will inspire you to seek out your own that surely lay ahead.

Fast Food and fingernails

Do you ever stop to think about how many interpretations exist for the meaning of "fast food?" Quick to order and quick to pay; the most bang for your buck; and pretty well the quintessential "must have" for soccer moms and dads across the globe. I appreciate the fast food industry for all of these reasons and I am not one to diss on a speedy burger, especially those from the dollar menu. However, tonight I experienced a different kind of fast food--one which no one should ever have to encounter. Here is the story...

In an effort to curb my late night hunger, which resulted from a very small dinner of sushi and about 5 glasses of water, I drive up to McDonalds. Quick, easy, affordable, and always delicious. I order one hamburger and one cheeseburger (save the smirks--the cheeseburger was for Emily) and pull up to the first window to pay. As the window slides open I am immediately taken back, as the cashier woman had two eyes which stared in very, very different directions. I play it safe and look straight to the eyebrow (that's right, it was unified). I noticed that she had what looked to be very long neon fingernails and she was chomping on gum. However, when she took my card I leaned in a bit for a closer glance. Through the mesh screen it was clear that this employee was not chewing in a rhythmic motion such as one usually does with gum. Rather, it was a distinct chew-chew-swallow-chew....The woman was EATING ON THE JOB! And not even with her mouth closed! the window slides back and as if the thought of her mushy food particles on my credit card isn't enough, I realize that what I thought were neon nails was actually bits of burger bun sledged under her thumb nail. I swear to you my upper-lip touched my nose in the most poignant scowl of disgust. I had no choice but to reach for the card--although, I seriously contemplated telling her to keep it rather than chance the contraction of chewed meat. After my $2.10 purchase, she would only benefit $1.89. But the thought of waiting 10 days for a replacement just didn't seem worth it. Begrudgingly, I fling the card on my passenger seat and pull up to get my burgers. A kind, smiling young woman opens the window and places the bag right into my hands. I hesitated, wondering if I should start the conversation with a request for sauce or if I should just go for it. Bypassing the condiments was a hard choice, but I took the high road and told this woman that the cashier seemed to be eating something and from the looks of the food on her fingers I think it was a hamburger. That's right--I said it. Like a badass... But the result was anti-climatic. The woman thanked me for letting her know and assured me that she would ask the cashier to wash her hands. WASH HER HANDS?? great--this is obviously a necessary part of the equation. But how about starting with, "Hey lady! Stop eating on the clock and if you are going to do it anyway, chew with your mouth CLOSED!" Apparently the cashier's interpretation of fast food was shoveling as much in her mouth as humanly possible, in between taking orders. Gross.