Its Wednesday and with Friday fast approaching for some reason, I am not feeling "energized" nor looking forward to the weekend. Maybe it’s the ominous warning that was on the news this morning about "tropical storm, Katrina". C'mon people - it’s a storm. Up north, unless your blizzard ranks over 2 ft. of snow, 'pshawww that ain't nothin'. For a tropical storm, that should be a blip on the radar for Central Florida. It is not a hurricane. My cat is NOT hiding underneath the bed. The grocery stores' shelves are still stocked. There is no need to panic people. And when is the storm "due to make landfall" - Tomorrow & Friday. What a way to kickstart a weekend.
However, one positive upswing announced today during our quarterly staff meeting is that our overtime was "erroneously excluded" from our paychecks and somehow it will be included in our next paycheck. However I don't believe that I have a good amount of overtime racked up to make a substantial dent in my "exploits in shopping". Ask me again on the 31st. Maybe I'll have something pleasant to report.
But I guess, this weekend I have something to look forward to. Putting together my chaise lounge that is still propped up against my desk and collecting dust. With all the boxes that they shipped this in, I swear my apartment looks like a QVC shipping facility. See, there is a good reason why I invested in tools when I got my first apartment. Someone please call Bob Villa.
and, Bonus - it fits in my smallest purse and I don't have to worry about lugging around a ton of CDS. My music taste is very eclectic - I can listen to Staind, Cold and Godsmack in one instant and the next I'm howling away to some George Lamond, Wild Orchid or Pussycat Dolls. (while the windows are deciding to break of course). And if a freestyle mix is on there - forget it - I'm a lost cause. I also have a ton of MP3s that I got a while ago that have also made the cut. However, since it only holds about 120 songs, I have taken to "organizing" my tunes for the week and have too many to choose from.
M has started a whole new addiction and now I HAVE to get my iPod Mini - I just can't decide - Pink or Silver. In November, this gal plans to be relaxin' on the Lido deck on the way to the Bahamas with a tall cool beverage in one hand and my iPod in another. Extra bonus points - I save luggage room which means that my best bud will not kill me for bringing too much "stuff" and, if needed, there will be more room for "shoes" (or smuggled Captain Morgan - whatever comes first) ;) Now, what to do with that old walkman I have shoved in a box somewhere....
If anyone could say day from hell, let me provide them with week from hell…..and NO amount of pretty pictures or extra iced coffee could make this girl smile... (Well if you give me George Clooney, I might crack a slight upturned frown, but don't count on it)
The week started off normal enough, with me being told that the chances of Kristi and her crew visiting Florida being slim to none - YAY! Well then it all went downhill from there….
One of my co-workers passed away on Monday from cancer. It was very sad to say the least. When I first started working here, he was one of the nicest people I have ever encountered and he will be missed terribly. No matter how bad of a day one could have, he was always in such a good mood.
On Tuesday, my poor roommate had chest pains and was taken to the hospital for "observation". Let me tell you - she is one of those people who can't sit still for 5 minutes. Tell her she can't do anything for 24 hours, watch her turn angry. She would call me going "I'm bored!!" which, for her to say, takes a lot. She never lets herself get bored. Those nurses just drove her batty. It got to the point where she would call me and I would get annoyed with how she was being treated by these nurses, which then resulted in a call from Lys to the nurses' station in turn driving the nurses mental. (Share the pain.. Right?)... Started a whole damn cycle. I don't know who they were happier to see leave the hospital - her or me. (My $$$ is on me if I was a bettin' sort of gal)
Tuesday night, we have a couple new neighbors in our building - Palmetto Bugs... Can I tell you those suckers are just horrid? I mean, seriously - its Florida, people. Do you REALLY need a fancy name for "Roach"? We have a swamp out back of the pretty lake with the fountain. We have to fall asleep at night to the soothing sounds of the 'gators barking (sounds like crickets *LOL*). Hurricane and daily thunderstorms are routine here. So we're all bleaching our drains and waiting for the exterminator, again.
I really think that with the amount of rent all of us pay, they shouldn't whine to do their job, but our leasing office is known for their whining. When I call them on it, I get this apology going "oh I'm sorry but the people above you blah blah blah" and they push off the blame. Listen, if I have a problem with someone I tell them. If they want to act like a spineless twit, thats on them. If they really want to push the issue, I will gladly take one of the palmetto bugs and drop it on their desk. In the meantime, my kitten is gladly doing her "guard duty" and playing hockey, Freddy Krueger style, with anything that she finds.
AND to top it all off - I'm told that at work, there will be changes with the people I work with, effective, pretty much, immediately. SOOOO with that being said, I just have to learn to roll with the speed bumps, right? I always say if I'm not challenged, I'm not happy - however, how this is a happy challenge, I'll have to figure it out... (Can you see the smoke rising from this brain?? Its a regular smoke signal festival out here)
Let me get out of evil mode. Yes, it’s been a tough week. Consolation is that fall fashion is just around the corner…new challenges are ahead… Vacation is a couple months away (4 days in the lovely Bahamas with some friends) and I'm actually looking forward to paying bills. Someone quick - give me some oxygen!! And if I really want to play "pity party"... someone quick, turn on Jerry Springer. No matter how bad my week may be, those people on that show put it all into perspective... so BRING IT ON!!!
And with that my friends, I'm off to go shopping for shoes! ;)
My mind is racing and I'm not happy, people. You know the saying "What Goes Around Comes Around?". That is one of the mantras I live by. What you give out the world comes back to you threefold. However, I think that one person I know has a karmic account that is WAY overdrawn and the karmic bank police have not caught up with this individual and I, for one, want to know who the hell I lodge a complaint with. No matter what happens, this chick has more "get out of jail free" cards than anyone I know.
This girl, we'll call her Kristi, has just irritated me to the point where if I hear her name, I can feel a migraine headache fast approaching. Anyone who knows me, knows I have a very low tolerance for liars. I have a very low tolerance for thieves. I have a very low tolerance for bullshiate, to keep it simple.
To give you some insight, Kristi is a gossip - I mean, yeah we all gossip, but damn, this girl gossips beyond belief and, when she does so, she molds her gossip so, of course, she looks like the victim. Kristi deserves a damn Emmy for "Outstanding Dramatic Performance" for the crap she has put my friends and their family members through. She preaches the Gospel and acts "holier than thou", yet abuses the system in ways that I can't even fathom and then has the nerve to brag about it and shows her family how to also do it. To top it all off, after talking so much crap about the world, this chick expects to just show up in MY town (well not my town per se but you know what I mean) and I'm supposed to be happy about it??? HELL NO! I'm much happier when this witch is on the other side of the states. Hell if I could push a volcano button and send her off to Antarctica, I would. But even then, I have to think of the polar bears who might not be able to deal with her special line of b.s. either - PETA might term that "animal cruelty". Poor polar bears.... I digress...
What really frosts my cookie is that this girl talked about those that I care about and honestly, if she even said a word of that crap to me, I'd probably turn into a second grader and punch her in the nose, just to get her to shut up. (Even the visual thought is surprisingly comforting). She thinks the world owes her a living. She doesn't seem to have to pay any karmic retribution for her misdeeds, she continues along this path of drama and honestly, I refuse to put up with it any longer. I'm trying to do the right thing and hold my tongue, but at the rate that this is going, dammit my tongue is bleeding!!!
If this is one of God's tests to see if I can tolerate pain.. Lord, please give me the 4" heels instead. Honestly, I think that if I ever saw this girl again, I might revert back to second grade tactics.. I'm that close!!
And how was your day?
It's Friday - Casual attire day. This means that in our office, we can wear black jeans and not get sent home for "inappropriate attire". So this morning, I get inspired to wear these black "oh so cute" 4" heel oxford shoes that have been sitting on the top shelf of my closet and haven't seen the light of day in oh, about, 6 months. They would be perfect with my fabulously cute ensemble (sorry - Paris Hilton moment), not to stuffy, yet not super casual and can transition right to happy hour after work. Viola! Multi-purpose at its finest.
In my flash of fashionable brilliance, I did not keep in mind that I would have to traipse through the office in these 4" contraptions that are laced so tight that it makes me wonder if men, by inventing high heels, were intent on driving women batty. In my inspired moment, I did not consider the fact that during my lunch hour, I would have to visit the bank 3 blocks down, as well as my daily StarHell (Starbucks) run. In my vanity moment, I did not think that I would have to run up and down stairs, both in the parking garage and also at the office. I will attribute all of the consequences of my actions of choosing the "oh so cute 4" heels" to either a lack of sleep, a Jessica Simpson moment, or that, due to my highlights, too much dye seeped into my head and is blinding me with cute shoe alerts.
While I'll be the first to tell you that, under normal circumstances, I run screaming from the idea of wearing flat shoes, right now I would gladly exchange my Oh So Cute shoes that I swear are fine pointed needles for a pair of ballet flats or, hell, even for my sneakers that only see the light of day when I want to run to the gym.
However, such is not the case, and at the end of the day I will stumble up the stairs to my apartment and put on my sneakers with a sigh of relief. Guaranteed, I will hear my roommate say "WHAT THE ****, you NEVER wear sneakers". And that my friends, will be my cue to put the Oh So Cute shoes back on the top shelf of my closet to collect dust until the next time I wish for some torturous pain.
