Holidailies asks, "Describe your best or worst memory from 2008."
Best is pretty easy. It would have to have been the trip I took to the Bay Area this past spring. I went to see a concert, but was also treated to great food, hung out with great friends, and also went to Alcatraz Island, which was pretty amazing.
Worst is less easy. I try to forget the bad stuff. Hmm, let’s see. There were a couple of times that I was expected to provide exceptional customer service (read: work all night) dealing with technology infrastructure failures that could have been addressed had the powers that be not been so embarrasingly cheap. But I must say that my very worst memory of 2008 happened during Comic-Con when I accidentaly annoyed my neighbors by talking during a panel. I’m sorry. I thought that it was over, but I was quite mistaken, as one rude— but politely rude— neighbor was quick to point out. Now that I think about it, perhaps I should just say that my worst memory of 2008 is of all the people that were quick to be "politely rude" to me whenever I made any sort of faux pas. For example, there was the gentleman who sneered "You’re welcome" to me and my guest as we exited a restaurant. Then again, there was no shortage of traditionally rude folks— all of the bad drivers, the people who talk during movies, and that one guy that interrupted my work so that he could make me stand and wait while he made a cell call. Perhaps my worst memory of 2008 should be of all the rude people running around that year, including (and I admit it) myself, on occasion, unintentionally.
Well, here’s to a more considerate and less uptight populace in 2009.