Sheba

We adopted Sheba, a Jack Russell Patterdale terrier, from my sister-in-law, Kathy, the summer of 2005. She was born on Christmas day of 2001 so you could call her "Santa's little helper." We call her by the nicknames, ShebaBeeba and Sheebsters. She loves to play and give you kisses and she runs faster than the speed of light! It's funny how I have been always afraid that if we ever got a dog, it would make us miserable and misbehave all the time but she's actually a really good dog. I myself haven't owned a dog, EVER, so Sheba's been a good experience for me.

Muffers

Muffers came to us on a warm September evening in Wyoming about a month and a half after Charlie and I had met and was the first trip the boys and I took together to visit him at his apartment. Well we made a whole weekend out of it and decided to make a big family meal that night - fried chicken, potatoes & gravy, broccoli...the whole works. Yum. As we were cooking, the kitchen as you know can get quite smokey when frying anything, so we decided to open up the front and back doors to let some cool air in. It was such a nice night that while dinner was cooking I walked out to the front porch to look at the moon. I found Charlie had followed me to snuggle in the cool summer air and as we were looking up at the sky, low and behold this scraggly black and white kitten came running toward us beaming with affection of meows and leg rubbing.

We thought she was cute of course, and Charlie instantly called her by the name of Muffers because she was such a furry little thing and it's just stuck ever since. She circled our legs inviting us us to pet her as if she was starving for attention. She would lay on her back and let us rub her belly covered with long curly fur. We figured she was a stray since she wasn't the cleanest and just a skinny little thing. So we fed her some dinner and scooted her on her way just in case she was someone's pet and also because Charlie wasn't allowed to have pets in the apartment. She didn't act that hungry though, or at least not for fried chicken. Kind of strange I thought for her being a stray, but now I know why she wasn't all that interested. Muffers only likes dry cat food and nothing else.

After that weekend, Muffers came back and stayed at Charlie's house indefinitely. She didn't want to go anywhere else and was good company to him when we weren't around during the weekdays. So he made her a litter box, bought her some cat food, and gave her a bath. She would sit on his lap while he was at the computer, snuggle with him at night, wait for him when he got home from work, and do silly things like burn her whiskers on the lit candles while smelling them.

It's only obvious that she moved here with him from Wyoming and has been with us ever since. She's always been such a good kitty and a special one to our hearts. We are guessing she was born around July of 2002. Some of the other nicknames we have for her are Muffer Wuffers and Mow Mow's and some of the things she enjoys are rolling around in the dirt and carrying helium inflated balloons around the house with her mouth.

Is that all you got?

So I'm applying for the FA III job and I've come across one of the most redundant and invaluable questions that is always used for an application or in an interview - "Define customer service." This is silly. Everyone defines it as being the most important part of a job, why wouldn't they? I mean come on, if an applicant said it wasn't important do you think an employer would want you working for them? I mean, is that all you got? Maybe it's just a freebie question to add some points to your score to help get an interview, who knows...I'm sure the actual inteview will be a lot more intense and intimidating.