Via Miami's Craigslist.
Someone needs help with an interview.
Someone else thinks that the previous person should pay a little more. The least you could do….
Doesn't get any better than this folks! Bienvendios a Miami is what Will Smith says.
That was my first thought when Lovey woke me up this morning. I couldn't quite figure out why: a) he was awake, b) he was waking me when it was still dark because c) it's Saturday.
DAMN.
Last night I was taking care of some homework and I was looking for some information. Lovey asked what I was up to (he already had this class) so I told him. Basically, the question said to pick one of the three below to discuss and of course, I didn't read it so I had done number one and was heading on to number two. "Hey, did you read this?" Um, sure. "Then why are you doing more work than you have to?" Ahh, Lovey, waker-upper and saver of too much work.
Today is a good day. Work till noon, eye doctor for contact fitting (if I can keep. my. composure.) at 2:30, massage for the girls at 4:30, and then follow-up at 5 to (hopefully) get the all clear to get back to exercising. I still can't do any weights in the upper body area for another two weeks, but at least I can get back on the cardio wagon.
Would you like to hear a story boys and girls? One about being sick and not having insurance, racking up a huge bill and paying it off in installments?
Yeah, before I had insurance, I got sick, likely from something in the air at work. I was just sucking it up until the day that I felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest and I was having a heck of a time breathing. Emergency Room, here I come, circa January 2005.
Flash forward three years when I'm STILL paying this bill. Hey, they don't report my timely payments to any credit agency and there's no interest, so I'm really in no rush to take care of it. Anywho, they have my bank info so that they can automatically take out the payment monthly. Do you think they could get it right? Nope. One month, they take it out early so I had to call and bitch…they're lucky they didn't cause an overdraft. The kicker is that quite often, I have to call them to REMIND them to take out the payment. They've been as far as two months behind. Only in Miami would you have to call a collection agency on several occasions to beg them to take your money.
I've screamed at some poor people in that office, and yet nothing helps. Today the lady said she was sorry (yet again and at this point, your apologies mean nothing) and that it was an embarassment (nooooo, really?) to the company. What I'm really hoping for, in my silly head, is that they'll just get tired of me calling and say, SCREW IT, your account is closed. We're even. Yeah, right.
And that's the story of Miamishyner getting sick in Miami.
Bye for now. I think I need to do some wedding research today. If I get around to it, I may post some findings over at the other site.
I'm way too lazy to type things out twice, you can venture over to the other blog to see why I'm pulling my hair out.
I guess this isn't technically cross-posting.
Hey, there's four days left until Cirque and I MUST find a cute outfit. It's a celebration after all.
Thursday I'm going to check out getting contacts. Why? Well, partially because I'm getting rather blind without my glasses and mainly because I'm so vain. I think I look so much cuter without my glasses on. And I miss having cute sunglasses. All I have now are yucky clip ons that go over my regular glasses.
I. Am. Skerred. The thought of something hanging out in my eye kinda freaks me out, but vanity will win over chickenshit-ness.
………………really? First, put your phone on vibrate. This is an office. Second, if you're having a business conversation, don't tell the person to wait while you answer your PERSONAL PHONE!……………………
Do you know that one night I dreamt of the formula for love? Like it could be worked out mathmatically. Of course, as with all the good dreams, that formula danced on the edge of the memory cliff and slipped off before I could remember it and get it written down. Bad dreams stick around forever. Bastards.
Btw, if you're interested in this sort of thing, the girls are doing fine. I think that all swelling has subsided. I'm sure I got out of this way better off than 90% of people who have it done and I'm thankful for that.
And with that, I leave you until later.
I suppose if I just keep lists, I’ll be able to keep track of everything that I need to do to prepare. (Sometimes these posts are more for me than you, so just bear with me, okay?)
Pardon me while my head explodes.
Well, kids, if you can believe it, there are only 30 days left in this year. 30!! I was going to revisit my goals for the year, but I don't like to be depressed before bed.
So, let's talk about happy and cool stuff.
Do you have any idea what goes into planning a wedding?!?! Yeah, me either. But I'm finding out quick like and in a hurry. There's a link over on the left to where I'll be blogging about planning it and all the madness that's involved. I'm also taking hints and suggestions over there.
Right now, all I know is Vegas, 2010, togas and baked Alaska. If you've gotten married out there or know someone that did, I would love to hear all about it over there. And I'd love to meet you, my Vox neighbors.
December is mad busy. We've got Cirque, I'm turning 35, Christmas, New Year's Eve, so much to do!!
But right now, I gotta do some relaxing. I'll bend your ears a bit more later.