Sunday, 29. April 2007, 22:19:10
silly, life, i don't like, home life
I was reminded of a phobia that I have had for as long as I remember. I meant to look the word up and Amy found it: Chaetophobia, the fear of hair. I don't know how to pronounce it, but I can certainly describe my own version of the phobia.
When I was a kid and my mum was bathing me, I was terrified of floating hair in the water. So I already had long hair at the time. I remember curling up as far as I could from these long, threatening, floating and offensive threats. My word was "thread", as in "there is a thread". My mother had to remove the floating "thread(s)" from the water.
Now I don't curl up so much, but I'm still really bugged by the occasional strand(s) of detached hair. A lot.
I don't mind attached hair at all. How funny to make the distinction.
Tuesday, 26. December 2006, 21:06:58
food, home life, MBTI, i don't like
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A few reflections that occured to me today:
- merry post-xmas everybody!
- there are two windows of direct sun light in our backyard lately:
a little bit before noon and a little bit around 3 p.m.
- really, I'm a summer creature.
- it's a great loss that James Brown died yesterday.
- the one thing I dislike about the 100 Rolling Papers dispenser
compared to the 50 leaves one, is that when one of the stacks is empty,
the other one has this tendency to move where the other one used to be.
Very frustrating.
- unsurprisingly, I'm still an ISTJ (I78 S50 T12 J56).
- there are 120653 files in my home directory today.
- my Mum's chocolate mousse and coffee cake is simply *awesome*.
Saturday, 5. August 2006, 19:36:37
i don't like
I have been trying to close my accounts in a given bank since September 2005. I really thought that it was taken care of. Nope.
Mid-July I received a letter from them including the last letter I wrote them at the end of April. I had been advised at the local bank branch to enclose my credit card (that I had cut in halves, cutting right through the chip) and the blank checks too. So this letter is back. Just my letter, and theirs! Their letter says they could not close my account given that a life insurance account was still linked to it. They instructed that I meet with the local bank branch person. Again?!.
This life insurance account is closed of course. It took me months to close it and numerous phone calls and visits at the local branch of the bank.
I'm already bored writing this post! Let's wrap it quickly. After sending my last letter, I followed the advice of my new bank and emptied the bank account I'm trying to close (after all the others linked accounts were eventually closed). Given that they just charged me the trimester fee for service (that I have stopped using back in September), my balance is now negative.
I wonder how long it will be till I'm definitely done with them. Also, it would be nice to get a refund of the service fees, all of them for the past 11 months.
Sunday, 16. July 2006, 23:39:26
i don't like
I hate paper. I love books. It's the one waste of paper that I agree with. But I really dislike paper letters (except for love letters, of course), pamphlets, brochures, junkmail and so on.
In May 2004, I think, I stopped opening my personal mail. It piled. I sorted it by sender or categories. I trashed what was junk every now and then. At the end of the year I moved. I brought my piles of mail with me. I got more mail and I stored it. Later I moved. I brought my piles with me. I sorted again. Every now and then I needed something that had been sent to me. I spent a fair share looking in boxes and piles, or suitcases for that very pile of mail I thought I'd find what I was looking for. I lost documents, naturally.
Since I stopped opening my mail, I have moved 6 or 7 times. My piles always followed me. Piles in a box, more piles bundled in files, others in plastic bags, and of course some piles are in plastic bags that are bundled in files that are in boxes. If only I remembered where these were...
One of these days I will do like I said: find them, open them, sort them, be a good girl. Then, I'll have to open them as they come.
My company is fortunate I'm a good girl when I treat business mail.
