No Creative Title Today, Sorry
Yesterday I registered at a temp agency. I got to take a typing test, which was fun. And for once I'm not being sarcastic. I like typing tests because typing is one of the few clerical skills that I do really, really well. In fact, I ROCK at it. I don't rock at a lot of things, especially in an office setting, but typing--oh yeah, baby. Bring it ON.
So in the lobby of this temp agency, they had some washed-out watercolors of palm trees with squiggly watercolor writing underneath. It took me awhile to decipher the words on one of them; for a few minutes I was convinced that it said "such itchy palms." Then I figured out that "itchy" was actually "stately."
This happens to me a lot actually, misreading things. Once I was driving along a street in Concord, CA, and passed a Chinese restaurant called Peking Boy, but at first glance I swear I thought the sign said Peeking Boy. (Coincidentally, this restaurant was next door to an adult entertainment shop--no joke.)
One of the funniest signs I ever saw was on a lonely stretch of road near the top of New Zealand's north island. It was a wooden board with white painted lettering that said, "Will the bastard who stole my blue canvas tarp bring it back?" And no, I didn't misread that one at all.
Funny how I started out talking about one thing, but ended up somewhere completely different. This also happens to me a lot.
So in the lobby of this temp agency, they had some washed-out watercolors of palm trees with squiggly watercolor writing underneath. It took me awhile to decipher the words on one of them; for a few minutes I was convinced that it said "such itchy palms." Then I figured out that "itchy" was actually "stately."
This happens to me a lot actually, misreading things. Once I was driving along a street in Concord, CA, and passed a Chinese restaurant called Peking Boy, but at first glance I swear I thought the sign said Peeking Boy. (Coincidentally, this restaurant was next door to an adult entertainment shop--no joke.)
One of the funniest signs I ever saw was on a lonely stretch of road near the top of New Zealand's north island. It was a wooden board with white painted lettering that said, "Will the bastard who stole my blue canvas tarp bring it back?" And no, I didn't misread that one at all.
Funny how I started out talking about one thing, but ended up somewhere completely different. This also happens to me a lot.
posted by grackyfrogg @ 7:02 AM
2 Comments:
At 8:04 AM ,
SingingCowgirl said...
Well, Grace, you seem to not be the ONLY on who has trouble staying on track. Let me direct your attention to some other familliar blog sites.....er wait, no. That's mean. Anyway, I like the part about the bastard. That's actually pretty funny! I understand wanting your blue tarp back...those things can be EXPENSIVE!
At 2:26 PM ,
Anonymous said...
Hey... what are you doing posting a blog at 7:00 in the morning? Seven is they perfect time to snuggle up in you warm bed and revel in the fact that you don't have to get up... :)
So a temp agency, huh... I think that if you're going to be temping you should do it somewhere a little more fun and fancy free, like maybe, the bay area? I think Old Borgess misses you!
And yes, you do rock at typing... When I got my first temp office job I was still looking at my fingers to type! No joke! :)
Becca
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