When I was maybe 8 or 9, my grandmother left me home for a little bit with my grandfather. That was too young, since he was a quadraplegic, and I was just old enough to know how little I could do if anything went wrong. Home alone, I would have been fine.

Well, in charge of yourself is different than in charge of someone who might really need you!

Shir, do you want red shoes or could you go with a neutral?

Doesn't have to be red. It's just for fun, I'm not planning buying anything online, but going back to the store and ask them about it.

Although, I have to say I'm somewhat boggled by people who aren't into the Olympics at all, and I've come across several lately.

It's a sporting event. Therefore, I don't give a fuck. Whatever it is that makes it fun to root for a team and feel that whole group-bonding thing that I guess happens... I don't get it. To me, it's either boring or creepy.

My friend Marcia spent a while saying "But it's the Olympics, how can you not care at all?" I don't understand why she does care. I particularly don't understand she keeps telling me about it when she knows that I don't.

I don't particularly care, but I will watch if it's on.

I can't wait until football season really begins though.

I'm the exact opposite of DJ. I love the olympics and make an effort to watch. But football season? Don't care at all.

Although, I have to say I'm somewhat boggled by people who aren't into the Olympics at all, and I've come across several lately.

I'm not at all. I really don't care. I'm not into sports or anything and the added bonus of jingoism (in my perception) pretty much turns me off. I think watching sports is boring. It's a very YMMV thing, don't see why it's boggling.

Tips from a Bitter Temp

How to survive in a bureaucracy

When I tell people I work at an insurance company, I feel I need to explain myself. Sure, I work in insurance, but I'm "in insurance" about as much as a Giants Stadium security guard is "in professional football." See, I'm a temp. An outsider. My industry? Survival.

I love this part:

I've adapted so well to my new environment that my boss wants to offer me a job, make me legit: an underwriter. "So, Anne," he said. "Do you like insurance?" After some stalling I said: "Look, I don't understand this stuff, but I love the cereal here. I love the chairs. I really, really like a few of the people, and I'd like to stay. How can we make that happen? Could I have a demotion? Order staplers and stuff? That I know how to do."

I like sports, but I'm not really into the Olympics. Mostly because it takes too much effort to follow closely.

I particularly don't understand she keeps telling me about it when she knows that I don't.

See, this is the kind of thing I don't understand. I'm a sports geek, but I definitely get that not everyone is. So when I'm with people I know don't give a rat's ass, I don't go on about it and I certainly don't question why other people aren't into it. To each their own and all that.

I guess it's the by-product of having grown up a figure skater/skating fan in Florida. I had very few people around me who cared about it, so I kept it quiet.