Thank You For Your Patience

This is becoming my new wrap-up line on phone calls with customer service representatives lately. Well, it’s more like, “Thank you so much for being helpful and patient.” I thought a few weeks back that I would try this out and see what affect it has, even if the CSR and I end up butting heads (very rare). It’s been cool and amusing, I haven’t had one bad response to saying this. Pretty much the opposite of that, the CSR feels appreciated, even if just for a second. I can usually tell because after a quick, shocked gasp their voice becomes lighter, happier, less concerned that I’m some off-balanced consumer that’s going to leave a bad word about them with their manager later for no real good reason.

Working in customer service is no joke. For anyone that has never done it, I could say you’re off the hook of dealing with some major negative crapholes in this world, or I might say that you’re missing out on valuable and necessary framework for life with meaningful human interactions. But the reality of it is customer service is really customer slave duty. And there are some greater-than-heinous pricks buying shit.

Why am I ending calls with this little one two buckle my shoe repeated line? Having been on both sides of the customer service spectrum, I think it’s worth it to be pleasant as much as possible and because it’s spreading a little nicey nice out into the world to perfect strangers. It’s really fun and it gives me a good feeling, too. Plus the main and personal benefit is that it’s making me a more patient person which is unexpected but welcomed, nonetheless. Maybe you’d find some enjoyment in being supremely polite to people that have tough jobs, too.

Try it. I dare you.

Disclosure: This post was inspired by sugar and spice and everything nicey nice.

Ohmconnect

Do you care about the environment? I do. So I couldn’t believe this when I first found it, but there is a company paying people to reduce their electricity usage. Their platform is actually quite fun and easy to understand after you sign up. I’ve been messing around with it over the weekend to make sure it’s legit and user-friendly, and it most definitely is. If you haven’t heard of this already, please allow me to introduce you to Ohmconnect. It’s been a smidgen addicting watching my kilowatt usage and participating in my first #OhmHour, and there’s also an indicator alerting you to whether your home is being powered with clean or dirty energy. I would use this even if it didn’t have incentives, but a $20 sign-up bonus is pretty nifty. Please note this is only available to California residents.

Are you using Ohmconnect, or any other similar setups to reduce or monitor your energy usage? What actions do you take to minimize your carbon footprint? Leave a comment or message me as I’d love to know what you do to help the environment.

*shout out to The Penny Hoarder for sharing Ohmconnect*

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Oh, The Irony…

Let’s play catch up.

My last post was so hopeful and positive about staying within a healthy weight range during pregnancy. I ended up gaining exactly 70 pounds while my kiddo was forming inside of me. 70 freaking pounds! I started out at 144.4 lbs and the day I gave birth was 214.4 lbs. So where did I go wrong? Not to list excuses, these are just the cold hard flabby facts.

Stress. I stayed single throughout the entire 42 weeks of pregnancy. I never intended on being a single mom, but when your child is endangered, you leave that asshole. Doesn’t exactly help that my family is absolutely nuts. And even though they offered to help me with new living situations when I had to unexpectedly relocate immediately, I found myself being physically attacked yet again and receiving death threats because I’m related to absolute weirdos that for whatever twisted reasoning had a big problem with me having a child. I moved a total of 6 times during the first 5 months pregnant.

SPD. I haven’t read anywhere that stress is a cause of this, although an overabundance of the relaxin hormone absolutely is. SPD stands for Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction. This was really the worst out of everything I encountered during pregnancy. The hormone relaxes ligaments in the body to prepare for childbirth, but in some women it does the job a little too well and the ligaments around the pubic area relax too much, making it almost impossible to walk, let alone do Pilates, jog, roll over, pretty much move any part of the lower body. It was terrible. Thinking about that pain still makes me cringe almost 2 years later… This started right around 6 months into pregnancy and thank God it went away right after my daughter made her debut. I struggled with these symptoms for so long trying to find out what the hell it was. My doctor thought I was crazy when I explained the pain to him. It was only in The Pregnancy Bible that I was able to finally find the name of this horrid side effect so I could start researching what was going on and how to survive it. That book saved me from a serious hormonal meltdown.

Cheesecake. I make some bomb cheesecakes. They are often referred to as “Dank.” Whatever that means, but I’ll take it as a good thing. I had orders for these things coming in left and right, although some people flaked which meant I would be sitting next to so many cheesecakes. Alone with no witnesses…

So yeah, that’s my pretty awkward combination that led to such an embarrassing amount of weight gain. But I wasn’t worried about it. I have struggled with being “the fat kid” in school and lost weight before, so I knew it wasn’t impossible. And I’ve lost more than those pesky 70 pounds. Now I weigh 132 and I see no reason to not go for my own personal gold of 125 lbs. Give or take a cheesecake.

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