<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:58:59.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeit und Tag</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-113406494491715157</id><published>2005-12-08T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:02:24.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>I really didn't see a magical change in my writing. I have never blogged before. I was a little tentative at first, but then I just posted whatever I felt like. It took me a little bit to adjust to the audience. I primarily was the audience as those people in this class, so I tailored what I wrote to them. I never wrote the blog for myself. I would sit down and do it as an assignment. This was not an assignment that I hated, in fact I mostly enjoyed it. I would try to think up things people would be interested in, or post an opinion that someone might value. I don't see a great quality change in my writing. The entries I wrote were either good or marginal, but it was based on if I had something that had just happened that I could write about, or if I was scrambling to come up with something. I have good entries, at least in my opinion, throughout the semester. I thought it was a way to randomly write, but I am not too sure how much value I place on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-113406494491715157?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/113406494491715157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=113406494491715157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/113406494491715157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/113406494491715157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/12/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-113387788110735846</id><published>2005-12-06T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T09:04:44.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Don't Need People Like You</title><content type='html'>I work in customer service for a company that sells plasma cutting and welding products. I spend a lot of my time on the phone with customers taking orders, answering product questions, quoting pricing, solving problems, etc. Most people are decent polite professionals, but them there are the jerks. For example a customer from Florida calls in and demands to know where his contact tips are. I search our records and find nothing. (He forgot to order them.) He becomes irritated as he needed them now he says. He them places the order for them, and some other parts. He then says, I want to add to this order on Monday, to make it bigger, (This was a Friday.) could I hold the order. Fine, I say, no problem. I enter the order as I have it so far, and fax him his confirmation of what he had so far, with a note that his order will hold for shipment until we hear back from him. (as he had requested) At 4:15 (we close at 5:00, our cutoff for guaranteed same day shipping is 3:00, and UPS picks up at 4:30) he calls in and is extremely rude. Didn't he tell me he needed the product, what did I mean, the package was holding, it had to ship today. I, as we are required to do, remained polite, we could get it out, our apologies for the confusion, and them raced to make sure the package would ship, but what a jerk. This is the Christmas season, the time for kindness, peace on earth, a time to reflect. We are so much more fortunate than so many, there is just no need to act that way, to treat people badly. We just don't need people like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-113387788110735846?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/113387788110735846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=113387788110735846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/113387788110735846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/113387788110735846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-dont-need-people-like-you.html' title='We Don&apos;t Need People Like You'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-113294064091280237</id><published>2005-11-25T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T12:44:00.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Forgot</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot to blog, since class was cancelled. Thanksgivingwas great. I went on the traditional Thanksgiving hike, except there was six inches of snow on the trail, which made it interesting. The deals were great in at Kohls this morning, but it was a mad rush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-113294064091280237?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/113294064091280237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=113294064091280237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/113294064091280237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/113294064091280237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-forgot.html' title='I Forgot'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-113206342395125877</id><published>2005-11-15T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:03:43.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Enough Time</title><content type='html'>I have to do my big Business Policy Presentation today. I have worked on it all weekend. This project has hours of my time in it. I have done mountains of research. The worst part of it all, is that my professor is allowing a postal inspector from Boston, who has full law enforcement status to come and watch my presentation. It is just a coincidence that he is in town; he is doing a seminar on identity theft, so if he comes to watch, he will likely notice every mistake, misinterpretation, and invalid assumption I make. Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-113206342395125877?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/113206342395125877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=113206342395125877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/113206342395125877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/113206342395125877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-enough-time.html' title='Not Enough Time'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-113145581914175382</id><published>2005-11-08T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:16:59.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No! They Got Me!</title><content type='html'>When you spend your time laughing at others pranks, you are bound to be on the receiving end. I had to leave work to go to the dentist. Now, I have never had a cavity. The hygienists rave about how good my teeth are. Everyone else in my family has lousy teeth, so I brag a little sometimes. This means I have never minded those six month cleanings. I get to the dentist, and oh yeah, my aunt is my hygienist. She has just started poking around in my mouth when she gets this serious look on her face. She starts poking this one spot. Ohhhh, I think you have the start to a cavity, she says. She pokes some more. Great, I think, there goes my record. Boy am I going to hear it now. Why is this happening now? They said if you made it to age 18 without one, that you should never get one. Well, then I think, it was just Halloween, and you do love those Sugar Babies, which are awful for teeth. So I say, what do you mean with a “start to a cavity,” what will you do for it? She says, well we’ll see what the dentist thinks when he comes in. She proceeds with the cleaning. I get x-rays, the normal routine, except I’m really irritated the entire time. She brings back my x-rays and starts showing me the “spot.” Well I don’t know what teeth are supposed to look like in an x-ray, so I believe her completely. Then she starts laughing at me. I’m like, what? Then she tells me. My boss had called as soon as I left. My boss lives near my aunt and knows her; in fact my boss’s sister works as a receptionist in the same dental office. My boss told my aunt to tell me I had this cavity, and get me going, and my aunt had been oh so willing to comply. I got back to work and everyone I work with was waiting to hear how my simple cleaning had gone, and laughing the whole time. Boy do I now owe my boss one, and she knows it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-113145581914175382?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/113145581914175382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=113145581914175382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/113145581914175382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/113145581914175382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-no-they-got-me.html' title='Oh No! They Got Me!'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-113085142589348441</id><published>2005-11-01T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:23:45.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upton &amp; Hatfield</title><content type='html'>I have a co-worker “Mike” who has a sister “Kelly.” Kelly was at Dunkin Donuts in the at a complete stop in the drive through line, when a woman bumped into the back of her car. Kelly was in a truck with a trailer hitch so there was no damage. She and the other woman got out. The other woman apologized, was she alright, and she was so sorry, she was having a bad day, she just wasn’t paying attention. Kelly gets back into her truck, and then the woman bumps into her again. This time Kelly was a little aggravated, so she gets out and says a few obscenities to the woman, but there was still no damage, so they both leave, end of incident. Kelly calls Mike at work and tells his about what happened. Mike sees an opportunity. Mike gets together with another co-worker “Dave” and put together a plan. Kelly has met Dave, but does not know him well enough to recognize his voice. Mike gives Dave his sister’s work phone number. Later in the afternoon the following conversation occurs on speakerphone for everyone to hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave: “Hello, is this Kelly ….. Yes, this is Richard Upton, representing the law office of Upton and Hatfield, out of Concord. I understand you were in an accident at Dunkin Donuts this morning….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: “Well, I was, this woman ran into me.  (She is already getting wound up, and her co-workers are now gathering around to hear this conversation, as they all know about the morning’s incident.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave: “I understand that you backed into my client “Sarah Jones” while she was in line. My client is now at the Dartmouth spinal clinic being treated for injuries.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: (now all worked up) “What are you talking about, she ran into me, twice in fact, and there were no injuries.” (to co-workers, can you believe this is happening, she is now all upset, thinking people pull these kinds of scams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave: “There were witnesses to the accident, who gave us your name, and I understand that you used some bad language, as well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: I’m telling you the truth, she hit me. (Now thoroughly panicked, as she now remembers that there were people watching the whole thing, and thinking that they must have been tied in with the woman who hit her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: (quietly to Dave, as everyone listening is dying with laughter) “alright, this is far enough, let’s make her figure out it’s a joke.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave: “Well we have a representative at the Dunkin Donuts right now. We need you to go meet with him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: “I can leave work in ten minutes, I’ll be there.” (no suspicion of the prank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave: “And make sure you bring your coffee cup with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: “But I don’t even drink coffee.” (again, no suspicion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave: “Then bring your donut bag, you must have a powder sample, we’ll have to do a powder sample of your hands.” (at this point the conversation has become ridiculous in the attempt to make her figure it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: (still not catching on) “No I can’t come meet you. I am going to have to speak with my lawyer first.” (still serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave: “That is fine, let me give you a phone number where you can reach me to set up the appointment.” (Dave proceeds to give Kelly her brother Mike’s phone number)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: “Oh my gosh, I am going to kill you, Mike picks up the phone, I believed you, I thought this whole thing was real, people do these kinds of things……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend the rest of the day recounting the incident and laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-113085142589348441?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/113085142589348441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=113085142589348441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/113085142589348441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/113085142589348441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/11/upton-hatfield.html' title='Upton &amp; Hatfield'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-112964017019581164</id><published>2005-10-18T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:56:10.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Don't Take the Time</title><content type='html'>A 15 year old girl died in my town. She had battled cancer for a year. She was the youngest of five children. Her family was very poor. Her home was broken when she was 8. Her mother went through a bad time, so the children were sent to their father. They were all very intelligent, good students who worked hard. The girls were artistic as well. This girl had won prizes for her art. She was a straight A student. She was diagnosed when undergoing a physical so she could try out for soccer. She had a chance for a bright future. When she got sick, there was no article in the newspaper. There was no fundraiser to help the family, like there was for a more popular, better connected girl a few years earlier who was about the same age. There was no outpouring of public sympathy and support. Few people knew at all. The cancer was a rare form of muscle cancer. By the time it was even diagnosed, the doctors knew it was too late. She did get a Make a Wish trip to the Bahamas, but no one outside the family knew. She came home from the hospital, to die at home, eight hours later. When she died, the paper wrote up a big article. They had to now, because everyone would see the obituary and for a moment think, how sad, what a tragedy, why didn’t we know. The wake was the next day, and the funeral the following. Then it was all over. At work someone mentioned how sad it all was. Who will think of her again? Who will reach out to the next child? Americans have their reasons not to consider tragedies. Most are too busy, or it doesn’t really affect them. Life just goes on and too many people act more and more like robots, functioning but not caring, doing, but not thinking, acting, but not feeling. There is no time to do those things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-112964017019581164?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/112964017019581164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=112964017019581164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112964017019581164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112964017019581164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-we-dont-take-time.html' title='Why We Don&apos;t Take the Time'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-112903677348503969</id><published>2005-10-11T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:19:33.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In an Instant</title><content type='html'>Everyone in the whole country has expressed concern for victims of Katrina and we were just gearing up to help the victims of the earthquake in Pakistan. This concern for those of us in New England is somewhat detached. We want to help those in need, but it is from afar, not hands on. We haven't experienced what they have and we don't feel threatened. All that changed on Sunday, in an instant. Where I live received 8 inches of rain, other areas received up to 11. Suddenly we were part of a disaster, we were the ones who were not safe. Houses don't wash away, bridges don't collapse, roads don't crumble in rural NH, but they did. The Sugar River went from a normal flow rate of something like 250 feet per second to 9700 feet per second. I have never seen the water so high and moving so fast. There was a place where the water was up on the road. A whole section of town was evacuated and the houses had there basements filled up. We were lucky though. The paper mill dam didn't break. One more inch and the water would have been over the top. City officials thought that the bridge would collapse, but it held up. There is a UPS store, whose whole parking lot flooded. The McDonald's parking lot flooded, Home Depot's parking lot flooded. These businesses are on Washington Street, the main way in Claremont. The grocery stores were packed. People for a time, were afraid that if Washington Street flooded, that they wouldn't be able to get food. These things really make you think. Yesterday I saw a FEMA helicopter fly over my house; it was strange, the whole thing still seems almost unreal. The pictures on the news don't seem like they could possibly be local.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-112903677348503969?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/112903677348503969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=112903677348503969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112903677348503969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112903677348503969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-instant.html' title='In an Instant'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-112843016649913067</id><published>2005-10-04T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:49:26.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rita and the Criminal Pugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1522/1600/pugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3149/1522/320/pugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Hug Pug Sunday September 18, 2005 - Click Here for more Little Sheba Hug Pug Photos!!!" href="http://photos.hugpug.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Hug Pug Sunday September 18, 2005 - Click Here for more Little Sheba Hug Pug Photos!!!" href="http://photos.hugpug.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have an acquaintance who owns two pugs. Before the birth of her first child in February, they were her and her husband's babies. Now they are still spoiled rotten, but spend far more time outside in their nicely fenced in yard. Well, when Rita blew in, one of the sections of fence came down, and these lovely, well behaved pugs decided to go out on the town. About three quarters of a mile with multiple twists and turns and streets to cross, there is a locally run market that sells convenience products as well as deli meats, sandwiches, and salads. There is no logical reason why the pugs would have ended up there, yet both of them together walking one behind the arrived, still together and uninjured,  where they were reported to the police as abandoned dogs. The police came and picked them up. My acquaintance came home from work to find her husband and son outside searching. They called the police who were now on their way to deliver the dogs to the local shelter. The kind police officer decided he would deliver the pugs to their house instead. So, the pugs arrived home in the back of a police car. My acquaintance wanted to ask the officer if she could take a picture of her criminal pugs, but decided the officer had done enough already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-112843016649913067?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/112843016649913067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=112843016649913067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112843016649913067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112843016649913067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/10/rita-and-criminal-pugs.html' title='Rita and the Criminal Pugs'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-112782585127967780</id><published>2005-09-27T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T08:57:31.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Practical Jokes</title><content type='html'>I work in an office of practical jokers. One of the favorite targets is one of the managers, who then retaliates, but we girls to plenty to each other. So it started off with the manager's cockroach. He keeps it in his desk, and we use it as necessary. One of the ladies was drinking hot chocolate one morning, but was about to go into a meeting. Into the drink went the cockroach. The chocolate would be cold when she got out, so there was no way she would drink it later. Well she decided to have another sip. The whole company heard the scream, and then there was the small matter of hot chocolate all over her keyboard and paperwork, but no big deal. Payback does happen. The guilty party a few weeks later ordered Chinese, only to have her husband show up for a surprise lunch date. She leaves her food to eat later in the afternoon. Out comes the cockroach. It is carefully placed under a chicken wing. She should have been prepared for revenge. Her late afternoon snack wasn't quite what she thought it would be. She nearly passed out from the scare. I had never seen someone shake like that. But then again, the manager is the favorite target. He was due back from lunch any minute. The layout of his desk was such that you can't see under it from the front. So one of the ladies slipped under it and pushed the chair away. In comes the manager. He sits down to check his voice mail. Then his leg is grabbed. He now has the reputation of screaming like a girl. Then again, expect payback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-112782585127967780?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/112782585127967780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=112782585127967780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112782585127967780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112782585127967780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/09/practical-jokes.html' title='Practical Jokes'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-112722156056727831</id><published>2005-09-20T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T09:06:00.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skunks</title><content type='html'>I have a neighbor who has a dog that our entire neighborhood hates. No, it is not the dog, but rather the way it was trained, I suppose. You see, the dog's owner has had it rough. Her husband really scammed her. She thought he was going to work and that they had a normal life. He did the money, she went to her job, and their children are all adults. Then she found out that for several years he had not been going to work at all. He would just leave in the morning and come back at night as if he was. Instead, he was running up huge credit card debt and taking out student loans in their son's name without authorization. She knew nothing about their finances. They ended up divorced and everyone felt bad. That meant the dog filled the void. He was allowed to do what ever he wanted, like be let out at five in the morning or ten at night to bark his head off and wake everyone up. This has gone on for years. He barks at everything, cars people, and other dogs. We can't stand it. No amount of polite hints or rude retaliation has changed anything. One neighbor will hear the dog, or more likely be woken up by him, then go out and crank a radio really loud to make to point. Still no change. Well this morning I woke up to the sound of the idiot dog barking at 4:30. Now I commute an hour to get here and I usually get up at 6:00, so this was not a pleasant wake up call. I hear the dog bark, I hear the neighbor yell his name. Then something changed. She started yelling his name in a panic, like something was wrong, really wrong. I thought, oh no, he got into the road. (She lives on the main road) and started to worry. I wouldn't want him to die like that, so for a minute I am worried. As much as we hate him, he is everything to this neighbor. I can still hear him barking, so I think everything must still be ok. She keeps yelling, clearly upset, then the barking changes for a minute to a yelp, and then resumes normally, and it appears that she catches him and brings him barking into the house. By now, I am wide-awake, no chance of falling back to sleep and really irritated by the whole scene. To let your dog wake up the world at 4: 30, how rude, I think. As a lay there seething, I begin to smell something, the most intense smell, I’ve smelt in a while.  A skunk. The scent is really strong and really fresh. It permeates my room so bad that I have to shut the window. That fool dog, when he was let out must have charged him and got sprayed. That’s what the problem must have been. I start to laugh in my head. It’s not really funny, but at the same time it is. After all these years she finally has paid for her inconsideration. I bet she thinks twice before letting him out that early again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-112722156056727831?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/112722156056727831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=112722156056727831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112722156056727831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112722156056727831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/09/skunks.html' title='Skunks'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-112663254324675336</id><published>2005-09-13T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:29:03.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Research Topic</title><content type='html'>My topic is the United States Postal Service (USPS). Right now our good old, reliable, trusty mail service is in serious trouble. My project will to be to explain why and what can be done to change its current state. A problem with the mail service? It’s something you would never think about, because the mail is delivered every day on schedule with no appearance of impending disaster, but unfortunately appearances can be very deceiving. In fact, the problems that the USPS faces are so bad that some people have advised the Postal Service to stop delivering to every address in the United States and switch to a system of centralized mail drops. You think this could never happen; the mail system is not going to change. I really don’t know what I am talking about. Those same bills, fliers, and advertisements will still arrive like clockwork. Wrong. Drastic change could happen; in fact many believe it is likely to.  The reason: Debt.&lt;br /&gt;            In accounting you study ratios, and analyze them. This sounds boring, but those numbers tell an awful lot about a company’s position, whether they would be a good company to invest in, or whether they are likely to collapse and you would lose all your money. There is a very common ratio called the current ratio used in evaluating a business. A ratio is simply a fraction. Current in this sense means anything less than a year. On the top of the ratio are current assets, meaning cash, accounts payable (i.e. money you are owed), inventories, and any other thing you own that can quickly be converted to cash. On the bottom are liabilities, meaning money that you owe to other people that must be paid within the year. This means that in a healthy company, the top number should be higher than the bottom number, because you want to have more money than you owe to creditors. How much more money a business should have in comparison to what it owes depends on the industry.&lt;br /&gt;            Now let’s look at some key competitors of the USPS. They are primarily UPS, FedEx, and the Deutsche Post, which most people would recognize as DHL (the yellow vans with red letters). UPS has a current ratio of 2.00, meaning two times as many assets as liabilities. FedEx’s current ratio is 1.11, which a fair amount lower, but still well above one. Deutsche Post’s current ratio is 1.47, and they are just beginning to seriously enter the competition in the United States. The industry average is 1.52. Now the USPS’s current ratio is 0.19. This means that they owe far more than they have in assets. In fact for the past few years they have been posting serious losses. This means that something drastic may need to happen to keep the mail service afloat. There are two ways to lower debt. They are to lower costs or sell of or streamline a part of your business. Hence the centralized mailbox scheme.&lt;br /&gt;            When working towards a solution you start with the why. Why has this happened? Think back to 9/11. Immediately after was the anthrax scares in US post offices. In fact at least two postal workers died. This scared a lot of people and turned them away from using the mail service. The other serious problem above and beyond the above named competitors is email. Who sends letters anymore? The mail is for bills and packages and tangible items. We don’t need envelopes and paper to send words and pictures. This means the USPS has to change their current mode of operation is some way to adapt to the changes they are facing in demand for their services.&lt;br /&gt;            The methods and options at this point are not immediately clear. More research is required. However, the USPS is a government agency, so the government could bail them out (mail stays just like it is), or restructure the postal department completely to these mail centers where you have to go to pick up your mail. My research proposal is to find the problems in the business that is the USPS and create a solution or a strategic plan that would send them on a course to financial recovery, meaning getting that current ratio back up towards one and hopefully over. There are a lot of other factors that must be considered and researched to make the plan comprehensive, but that is what I would like to do for my project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-112663254324675336?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/112663254324675336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=112663254324675336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112663254324675336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112663254324675336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/09/research-topic.html' title='Research Topic'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-112661757581919161</id><published>2005-09-13T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T09:19:35.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommendations for meeting GenEd Requirements</title><content type='html'>How many of you pick a class, only to hate every moment of it, and the worst part is, that it was only for a general education requirement, where you could have chosen anything? In what follows, I have not given any professor's names, so email me if you want more detail. I have taken a lot of classes (Scan down for what requirements you still might have) so here are my recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Film:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classics of Hollywood Cinema. Unless you hate old movies, this is the best class in the world, if you are just looking to fill your fine arts requirement. The entire semester, all you do is watch a movie every class, and write a one page response. You get an A on everything you write, no matter what. The professor is ninety something years old, and was an actress back in the 30's. She also knows a lot about the old actors and directors, and has some great stories. All you really have to do is show up and for the most part all the movies are enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only taken one English class to meet the literature requirement, and that was British Literature: Austin and Brontes. This is primarily a class for girls. I really enjoyed it. You watch the movies and read classic books. If you have older romance novels though, don't consider it. The same professor also teaches Frankenstein, which I've heard is a good class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Biology:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genetics and Society is a good class. The work load isn't too bad, the concepts are pretty easy, and a lot of what you learn ties in with current issues such as cloning, genetic engineered food, gene therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foreign Language:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of degrees have a language requirement. If you strength is not other languages, take French with the only male professor. He is as laid back as it comes. The workload is pretty light, and the books are really cheap. If you come to class and show some interest, you can't fail, and most likely will get an A or B, no matter how bad you abilities are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;History:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken many history classes and can make a lot of recommendations. If you are interested in the Holocaust or World War II, those are great classes. Most people, as long as they have some interest really enjoy WWII or Holocaust Studies, or even Nazi Germany and the Holocaust. If you are interested in History classes, email me and I can give you a lot of advice about what professors are like, because some classes are really good, but only with certain professors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Computer Science:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer Programming sounds like a really interesting class. If you are good with computers and understand how they work, and enjoy math, you will be fine. If you struggle with computer related things, avoid this class because you likely will have a terrible time. If you are not good, this class takes an enormous amount of time outside of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Management:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a management major, I can make all sorts of recommendations, so email me with specific questions. If you are not a management major, intro to management is an interesting class, if you are just casually interested in making business decisions and learning about leadership. If any of you are not management majors, but have serious money problems, Personal Financial Planning is a good class to learn practical skills. There is a management prerequisite, but if you are having serious troubles and are interested, talk to the professor. She will probably let you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyone else have anything to add?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-112661757581919161?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/112661757581919161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=112661757581919161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112661757581919161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112661757581919161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/09/recommendations-for-meeting-gened.html' title='Recommendations for meeting GenEd Requirements'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-112602643276369389</id><published>2005-09-06T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T13:07:12.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Blogs that interest me</title><content type='html'>The Middle Westerner is a blog that I enjoyed at &lt;a href="http://middlewesterner.typepad.com/"&gt;http://middlewesterner.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt; by Tom Montag. It is a character description of middle westerners, person by person. If you are looking for a description of the mid west and what it is like, read this. It interests me because I once lived in the Midwest. If you are interested in the life and times of ordinary people, read this. This is also the history lover coming out in me. Life histories no matter how ordinary are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a blog for people like me who love to read classic literature. This is the address for the bookworm blog: &lt;a href="http://arb0rv1tae.typepad.com/bookworm/"&gt;http://arb0rv1tae.typepad.com/bookworm/&lt;/a&gt;. The current topic seems to be Charlotte Bronte, who is one of my favorite authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last choice. This is a Peanuts comic strip blog, because everyone needs to laugh sometimes, &lt;a href="http://www.comics.com/comics/peanuts/index.html"&gt;http://www.comics.com/comics/peanuts/index.html&lt;/a&gt;. When the day is just going wrong, find something to laugh at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-112602643276369389?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/112602643276369389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=112602643276369389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112602643276369389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112602643276369389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/09/3-blogs-that-interest-me.html' title='3 Blogs that interest me'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-112601176470287009</id><published>2005-09-06T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:02:44.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Savings Tips</title><content type='html'>As I have said, I hate purposeless writing. To me, writing to clear your head or to warm up is pointless. So, I am writing this blog based on how to save money. I am in a personal finance class, and we are discussing these sorts of issues. I consider myself a good saver, but someone else may find some of these tips useful. To avoid taking credit for these ideas, since many of them were generated from a textbook reading, the book we are using is The Motley Fool Personal Finance Workbook by David and Tom Gardner. To clarify though, nothing in this blog is a direct quotation or copy of the text, but rather my discussion on some of the ideas.&lt;br /&gt;To many college students, eating is an expensive necessity. However it doesn’t have to be. It is far easier and more convenient to eat out. For those with a tight budget, fast food is the cheapest. This is only an illusion; it is far cheaper to eat in. This requires some knowledge of cooking. It’s not such a bad skill to acquire, and most cookbooks are easy enough for beginners to succeed with. Home cooked food is also far healthier. If you cook a meal, you can eat the leftovers for lunch the next day, or freeze them for the next time you are in a hurry. Breakfast is also a common problem. Cold cereal is quick, easy, and expensive. Learn to make pancakes and freeze a batch. Cook a dozen muffins, they taste good and your roommate will love you if you share. Plan ahead. Choose the meals you want to eat for a week. Then make a list of what you need. Don’t go grocery shopping without your list, and don’t buy anything that is not on the list. No one wants to eat in all the time, so plan out how many times in a month you will allow yourself to go out. Mark the days on your calendar and stick to them. If you want to hang out and this includes food, go on a picnic. These are simple things to do, and you will find that you suddenly have extra money to buy other things, whatever it is that you enjoy doing or listening to or going.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other random tips and ideas. Only spend cash for what you buy. A credit card should only be used for an emergency. Only spend dollars. Throw all your change into a jar. When the jar is full, cash it in and treat yourself. Most people like to save for something. Pick that realistic possession you want to own, or that vacation you want to take, and decide how much a week you can feasibly save for it. Then, when you receive your paycheck pay your savings fund or envelop or wherever you want to store the cash first. Do not borrow from this fund. Also shop when things are on sale. Don’t just go shopping without a purpose because you will end up spending money on something you don’t need. Set a limit on how much money you can spend. If you find something over the limit that you need to have, wait a day to buy it. In the morning, you probably won’t. If you have to go to a mall to window shop or hang out with friends, don’t bring extra money and leave the credit card at home.&lt;br /&gt;            When you clean, don’t buy traditional, expensive, name brand cleaners. Use alcohol, vinegar, or bleach, depending on what you are cleaning. They work just as well. If you want pets, adopt them or get the free kind. The purebreds at the pet stores will drain your wallet just to purchase, and then there are still the vet bills. At holidays, spend only what you can afford. Buy gifts during the year when they are on sale and save them for the special occasion. This way you can purchase nice gifts and save money. If your friends terminate a friendship because you didn’t go all out, find new friends. Budget you holiday expenses. It’s easy to put all sorts of nice gifts on a credit card, but you may pass out when you see the bill. Besides, it’s supposed to be the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;            Here is the last piece of advice: Don’t buy things named for the event in which they go to. For example: wedding dress, graduation bear, Mother’s Day bouquet, Valentine chocolates, Easter bunnies, Thanksgiving basket, and Christmas wreath. The name alone marks the price up. There are plenty of very nice dresses bears, flowers, and chocolates without the attached name that perfectly fit the occasion. If you are at all interested by these ideas and want more advice you can go to fool.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-112601176470287009?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/112601176470287009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=112601176470287009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112601176470287009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112601176470287009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/09/savings-tips.html' title='Savings Tips'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-112559375714738940</id><published>2005-09-01T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:55:57.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take two</title><content type='html'>We have been assigned to post a second blog. This is not exactly my idea of fun. I like to write, but not because I have to, and not to have an unknown audience read my thoughts. Assuming that I may have an audience of real people, I feel that what I say is not me, but only a tiny revealed piece with no real or concrete information. I have no real interest in sharing myself with the whole world, I prefer to communicate with people I know or know of, who they are and what they are looking for or are interested in in my writing. I like to have a purpose for writing, I am not the kind of person who just enjoys sounding off about nothing for anyone to read. To just post something for someone to find seems illogical. There is no purpose at this point for me to do this. I don't feel like I am accomplishing anything in doing it. However I am taking some hard classes that will require a great deal of research, so maybe later on I will have some really good data or insight into something, that I would feel like there was a purpose to posting. I have to do an in depth case study about a company or organization and research everything about the company that I choose. This means its financial position, its competitors, its marketing strategy, its organizational structure and culture, its reputation, its current goals, and future aspirations, so I may have something to say eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-112559375714738940?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/112559375714738940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=112559375714738940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112559375714738940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112559375714738940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/09/take-two.html' title='Take two'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16147553.post-112559238092074884</id><published>2005-09-01T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:33:00.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time writing a blog. I never ever thought of doing this, in fact except for this class, I never would have. I guess this means that this will be an interesting experience for us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16147553-112559238092074884?l=zeitundtag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/feeds/112559238092074884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16147553&amp;postID=112559238092074884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112559238092074884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16147553/posts/default/112559238092074884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeitundtag.blogspot.com/2005/09/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Schnee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08424348175780856201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
