It’s been almost 8 months since I dropped Sprint’s service, and I still couldn’t be happier with Verizon. Usually I post about negative experiences, but tonight’s call to the big red phone company has left me in a good mood.
So after more than a month of constant phone calls, emails, and even a few blog posts, I am happy to say that Sprint finally did the right thing and agreed to take back the phones. I don’t know if it was because of the aggressive promotion of my post about the issue, or if I just happened to get a sympathetic representative. I may never know, but I’m glad that this chapter is over. After consideration of what I was put through, I have switched my line over to Verizon Wireless whose service costs quite a bit more, but whose service is more reliable. Hopefully their customer service is more customer-friendly. We’ll see. I was with Sprint for sixteen years. If Verizon is any better I’ll be with them for the next sixteen (and maybe more!).
I live in a co-op. It’s basically an apartment building where I own shares of the “company” rather than the physical property. Decisions that affect the property are determined by a board of residents, and a company is hired to manage the facility. In my case, that company is Fairfield Properties and they serve as a firewall to prevent us residents and owners from having any access to the individuals that make thes decisions on our behalf. Continue reading
So I pulled up to pump for my first fill-up in the G37. The dashboard indicator came on during my ride to work, so during lunch my coworker and I stopped to fuel up. I hopped out only to find the gas tank missing. Or on the opposite side of the car anyway. I swing the car around, and go to open the tank. It doesn’t open. I come back to the car to look for the release switch. There isn’t any! Continue reading
So I finally got rid of my Scion TC. It was a reliable ride, but over the past five years, I have grown a complete hatred for Toyota. After two top-of-the-line Grand Prix GTPs, the Scion was a big step down. I’m happy to say that I’m back in the game. Continue reading
So you stepped away from your cubicle to get a cup of coffee. With your favorite mug, you head to the coffee machine. You choose your brew, add some Milk (and maybe some sugar) and you head back to your desk, but along the way, you feel the cold harsh stares from the cleaning crew who have to follow you around cleaning up coffee puddles. Let’s face it, nobody understands fluid dynamics enough to manage across the office without sloshing the coffee. So I had this idea:
Our office provides lids for the substandard paper coffee cups they provide, but these lids are just a bit too large for my mug (see figure 1). I simply made a small tear in the side of the lid opposite the drinking tab (figure 2). Now starting witn one side of the gap I made, you can push the lid down onto the mug. Work around the mug and eventually the whole thing will lock into place. Press down in the center so the top is concave (figure 3), and voila. You can now cross the office without leaving a trail!
With the new year, comes a new look for the web site. It’s been a year of learning and new experiences for me, and I wanted my website to reflect that. Besides it was looking a bit stale. This year is going to be a good one, I can feel it! The past year has been wonderful to me, both professionally and personally and I don’t plan on letting it end. I am going to try to blog more often as well. I have gone further in my career, my hobbies, and even in my personal life, so perhaps it’s time I get back to sharing my experiences.
Those who know me, can imagine my excitement when a new wing place opened around the block from my work. I pulled in to the parking lot immediately upon seeing the grand opening signs for Planet Wings in Bethpage today. I wish I could say that the experience met my expectations.
Immediately when I walked in, I got a strong sense of “fast food”. The decor reminded me of a popular burger joint. You know, the one with the clown spokesperson. Looking at the menu, the first thing I noticed were the burgers. Odd, for a place called “Planet Wings” but as I looked on I saw their wing menu with 24 award winning flavors.
Their wings are available from $0.90/wing for 5 wings up to $0.65/wing for orders of 100 or more. If you’re looking to sample among their 24 flavors, you’ll have to shell out the extra money for separate orders at the higher rates as they won’t mix/match your wings. I wanted to split up an order of 15, but they wouldn’t have it. Seeing the premium pricing, I expected normal to large sized wings, but was shocked to find what I call Pigeon Wings. These are the small wings served by most dive bars on their ten cent wing nights. I was unimpressed.
I’ve been to many “flash mob” like events, but tonight was my first actual pre-choreographed flash mob run by Flash Mob America. I had never heard of FMA before, nor have I seen any of their flash mobs, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’m somewhat embarrassed to admit that I didn’t really learn the dance steps for it. In fact, It wasn’t until earlier today that I actually watched the video through and tried to memorize as much as possible. Probably not the best plan, but in the long run, it worked out.
The crowd consisted of both men and women, though we (the men) were grossly outnumbered. We ranged from young children around 10 or so, to adults in their 40’s (maybe 50’s). Many were there with friends or their families. I was there with my friend Will who had been watching FMA plan the event for some time. Everyone was in “party” attire, mostly wearing white button-down shirts with black pants. The idea was to break in to a 30th birthday celebration being held at a catering hall in Plainview, New York. We all met in the basement of the catering hall to register and rehearse for the big flash. After checking in late (oops) and getting settled, I joined the crowd being lead through the entire dance routine. There were some last minute changes and we all continued to practice over and over for about an hour until people were comfortable with the routine.