Faucets, Child Abuse, Grocery Stores

1. Random thought: The company that makes the faucets in our apartment is called Price-Pfister. I find this so cute. It sounds like a dyslexic kid with a speech impediment trying to say Fisher-Price.

2. I'm having a moral dilemma at work. I've encountered a case of child abuse and I'm not sure what to do. I was entering in data for some exams when I came across a student born on Christmas Day 1980. The parents must've had a little too much egg nog, because they decided to name her Christmas Joy. No joke. And it doesn't help that her last named looks like it should be pronounced "Cunts", but starts with a K and ends with a Z. (I don't want her finding my blog if she googles herself.) Are people so elated when a child is born that they lose all sense of judgment?? Because that is not an optimal time for that to happen.

3. When we moved into to our current apartment in April, I was delighted to be right next to a Safeway. However, the delightfulness is hampered by the fact that it's always understaffed, the shelves are half empty, I have to search through ten cartons of eggs before I find one with no cracks, there's no Carnation Instant Breakfast, the workers all look sixteen, no one's ever at the Starbucks stand waiting to serve you, and the milk is bad on the sell-by date. Screw you, Safeway, I drive half a mile to Giant now!