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Happy Monday St. Patrick’s Day

A very green top 'o the mornin to ya Voxiverse!  Kisses to all the Irish lads and lassies out there!

Unfortunately, I didn't have the luck of the Irish this weekend.  Going into the weekend, I was positive that one, two, or all three of the following things would happen: win poker tourney, win the lottery, win a house in the Keys.  Yeah, none of those things happened.  Sure, I can't control the last two, nor could I totally control the first but hey, there's always next week. 🙂

Kiddo, Lovey and I braved the spring break crowds and went to the beach this weekend.  It's really only the traffic that's bad and we missed that on the way in because we go early and leave early.  On top of that, we hang at the end of the beach where not many tourists bother to go.  Good times.  Well, good times minus the sunburn.  I was bad to my skin and didn't have any sunscreen on (except on my face) and thus, got burnt.  It isn't too bad though, just a smidge on the shoulders and chest. 

I don't usually go in the water.  It's cold to me.  It is March though so it's gonna be chilly.  But it was near 90 yesterday and I needed to cool off and the 2 bottles of water, a Capri Sun, and several beers weren't doing it.  In I went.  I also took my non-waterproof camera to try out the panoramic picture taking.  I think it came out pretty well.  What do you think?

 

Southbeach
Southbeach

All in all, good weekend.  Oh yeah, and we have a break between classes this week so it's nice to be able to relax before we head into the next session.  International Business here we come!  More importantly, Honduras here we come!  9 days and counting.

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Life: You must be this tall to ride.

Some days are spent in an eternal click-clacking climb up the first hill.  Some days are a hands-up, no seat belt freefall down the biggest slope on the ride.

Things have been so random lately.  Not necessarily random bad, just random.

School started.  Lovey's teacher is normal.  Mine is, well, not.  I feel bad for people in the class who weren't able to attend the live chat because if they just go by what the assignment says, they'll be lucky to sqeak by with a C.  She wants so much more than it says.  I'll just be fortunate that I was able to attend.

Kiddo's bus driver got lost yesterday.  They apparently have a problem hiring and keeping drivers.  The driver got mad at the kids for, I guess being kids, and called the cops.  Kiddo watched two of her FEMALE friends (no more than 14 years old, good students, good kids in general) get HANDCUFFED and put in the police car and driven away.  Is it just me or is this ridiculous?  Those were city cops, by the way.  A "school police" officer was there also.  He was still there when I arrived at 5:20 when Kiddo is usually at home no later than 4:45.  I politely asked him what I needed to do to get my child out of this situation.  His brilliant response complete with stupid facial expression? "Uh, tell her to get off the bus."  Thank you!  My tax dollars hard at work.  By the way, school lets out at 3:40 so nearly two hours of drama and trauma.

Things are not all bad.  I still have a job, albeit one that I do not love.  I cannot even go into what transpired today alone to make me feel this way, but suffice it to say that I have to deal with things that are ridiculous.

I still got paid last Friday.  I will still (hopefully) receive a bonus this Friday.  I will still receive my tax-free loan repayment from Uncle Sam before the middle of next week.

My mother called me and in her random way tells me the story of how her husband's great-grandfather used to be the president of the country he is from (not this one, lol).  He had land that the government seized and built a rather large facility on.  There seems to be some sort of settlement for the family to the tune of a large chunk of change.  I don't know why she is telling me this.  I refuse to get my hopes up that I will finally "hit the lottery" and be relieved of working because I have to and be allowed to work if, when, and where I want to.

The Florida lottery is up to 20 million dollars.  Yes, I will blow 10 dollars that could be used for better good and buy tickets.

(Sorry guys) I have an appointment with my GYN today.  I'm hoping he can explain a few things like why my last few periods have been excrutiating when I've never had a problem with them before, why I wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat when the air is at 64 and I'm naked, and why I have a declining drive.  Perimenopause anyone?  Wonderful, no?  I'm only 34 dammit.

Speaking of getting old, I was listening to Sirius and they were playing Sweet Child O' Mine (Gunners).  I looked at the station and it was Classic Rewind.  CLASSIC REWIND!  After I was insulted, I realized that the song is nearly 20 years old.  How's that for a slap in the face?

Still, with all this, I love my life.  I love that I have family who cares.  My extended family cares (Lovey's family).  I love that my brother is all kinds of wacky but he's true to himself and to BMX racing.  I love that I have a job that pays me a stupid amount of money even though I put up with some dumb shit.  I love that I have the opportunity to go back to school and get a degree in something that actually interests me.  I love that our family trio has our health.  I love that we have a roof over our heads, even if it's in a city that I can't stand.

I love that you will listen to this and not tell me how silly I am.

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Crap squared

The days since last Thursday have been trying ones indeed. 

Thursday

While the day started off okay, it took a downhill turn.  I got home and a reminder went off on my cell phone that for some reason killed the display.  I called the phone folks and they had me try some things to fix it but it was a no go.  So they transferred me over to the insurance folks to get a replacement. 

I don't quite understand why I pay 5 dollars a month for each of our phones for insurance when, if something happens to the phones, I still have to pay $50 to get a new one.  Whatever.  I'll probably drop the insurance on all the phones and save fifteen bucks.  So they tell me that they're going to send out the phone and I should have it either Friday or Monday.  I can deal with that as it's only the display that's dead and the actual phone part still works.  My phone usage is pretty much limited to family anyways.

Good note: Filed my taxes and am getting a nice chunk of change.

Friday

My head is so clogged that I can't quite rememeber Friday.  I don't think that anything bad happened, but I'll amend this if it did.

Saturday

In the morning, I had to go see a lady about a dog.   I thought that the dog was pretty cool but I wouldn't find out until later if I could have it.  No worries.

I came home to a message on the machine from the Art Institute.  Avoid this place at all costs.  You may recall in a previous post that I had to deal with these boneheads.  Well, here we are a couple months later and I get a call from a new person trying to once again get me to pay this money.  He promptly got a return phone call saying to kiss the crack of my black ass, go talk to the lady that I was dealing with before.  He doesn't like me and I don't care.  These people are the shadiest of the shady.  First lady, of course, is not in the office, so I've got to deal with her on Monday.

Good point: I like red wine.  It doesn't make me fat like beer.  It does give me gas. HAHAHAHAHA!

Another good point: I was able to test out of my stupid classes for school.  More on that in a bit.

Sunday

The Patriots lost.  The Patriots lost.  The Patriots lost.  The Patriots lost.  Did I mention that the Patriots lost and I'm in heaven?  Thank you Plaxico for putting the nail in their coffin.  Sorry that you couldn't get to the ring in the black and gold but happy to see you get one nonetheless.  GOOD DAY!

Monday

Most important: I got my ring back!!  Hooray!  They resized it and it looks awesome and I'm happy to have it back.

Hmmm, let me check the tracking number on my phone.  It looks as though it's sorta out for delivery.  Maybe I'll just call real quick to check.  Hi, DHL, could you tell me where my package is?  This lady had the nerve to tell me it was delayed because of weather.  Do I sound like an idiot?  Do I sound like I've never tracked a package?  Do I sound like I can't go to weather.com and see what the weather is like in Ohio even though your website says that the package is in Florida?  Hmmm, your website says that my package is in Florida.  She says, get this, that the scan is for the truck and not the package.  WHAT?!?!  Okay lady, whatever. 

Call number two to DHL: Hi, DHL, could you tell me where my package is?  New lady says that DHL has two facilities here: one international and one domestic.  Somehow, my package got sent over to the international facility, but fortunately, they were able to "catch it" before it went out.  Where the hell was it going?!?!  Is there a Miami, Florida somewhere overseas that I don't know about?  Okay, whatever.  When is it going to be delivered?  DHL lady says it'll get back to the domestic facility today and go out for delivery tomorrow.  Schweet.  New phone tomorrow.

Now, for those AI bastards.  A call to the same woman gets me nowhere.  She says she has to talk to accounting.  Really?  What have you been doing for the last 2 months?  She says she's gonna do it.  I say okay.  Towards the end of the day I get annoyed that I haven't heard from her since she said she would call back.  I send her an email saying that this has to be resolved today.  Guess what?  No response.  Go figure.

Bah, good school bumps up my AA graduation date since I tested out of classes. Unfortunately that means I have to pay more money out of pocket.  Grrrr.  I'm gonna be poor forever.

Tuesday

Woo hoo!!  New phone day!  Let's see where it is.  Funny, the tracking page is the same as yesterday.  Another call to DHL: Hi, DHL, could you tell me where my package is?  Umm, it appears to be in transit.  Well, golly, thanks for that.  So basically, you're telling me that you don't know where it is?  No, it's in transit.  Uh, yeah, whatever.

Good morning AT&T, look, I know I told you yesterday that DHL sucks but today they suck even more.  They lost my phone.  Please call them.  And nice lady called them.  She said that the idiots would call me before ten to let me know the status of the package and then she'd call me back.  Okay then.

Hi, this is pompous ass from DHL.  We lost your package.  YOU SUCK BALLS! Okay, then can you call AT&T and let them know that?  No, we don't do that.  Can I help you with anything else?  No, but you're gonna need someone to help you remove my foot from your anus.  CLICK!

Hi AT&T, DHL says they lost my phone, can you send me a new one?  Sure, we'll get that out to you in two to three business days.  I'm sorry, how long?  DHL screws up and I have to suffer?  I'm full of fake sincerity when I tell you that I'm sorry but that's just the way it is.  HA!  That might be the way it is with you, but that's not good enough for me.  Supervisor!  I can't even go through how many people I had to talk to and couldn't keep the story straight so I had to re-explain it every time I got someone new.  Give me a supervisor before I shrink myself down, come through the phone and throttle your ass!  Got a supervisor.  She hung up on me.  Um, can you say IRATE?  I wasn't even nasty to her.  Yet.  Called again, had to explain my story, again, at least 3 more times.  I finally got to someone who said that they'd overnight my phone.  Hooray.  It's coming DHL.  GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK PEOPLE!  That phone better show up tomorrow or there's gonna be one very angry black girl storming around.

Hi, first lady from AI, I'd like to talk to you but your phone ONLY rings busy.  I guess I'll have to talk to your boss.  Oh, right, she's not answering her phone either.  Welcome to my nasty voicemail.  You better call me back today or it's ON!  You know what, I don't trust you to call me back so I'm gonna call you again.  Hi, boss lady, it's me.  Are you gonna fix this?  You have to wait for the director of accounting?  Okay, whatever.  Send me an email right this second acknowledging the holdup.

Needless to say, I need a glass of wine and it's only 12:
30.  I'm figuring that things can only get better from here.  Even though I never heard back from the lady about the dog.  Oh well, I guess the dog I have is good enough for now.

I hope that everyone's day is better than mine has been so far.  And oh, by the way, please let me know if you're in my hood and living in Baltimore, Maryland.  Statcounter says someone is visiting from there and the only folks that I know from there don't have the privilege to be privvy to what goes on in my life.  Yes, you.

Have a great day all!

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A career dilemna

What do you do when you are unhappy with your job?  Look for something else?  Try to make it fun by taking the screws out of people's chairs?  Replace all the regular coffee with decaf?  I suppose the first one is what to do.  The question then becomes: Is it time to switch fields?  The answer: Maybe.

Here's the problem.  I don't enjoy what I do, I'm not good at what I like, and (for various liefstyle reasons) I can't do what I love.  Let's work backwards.  I love bartending.  It's a ton of fun, you meet great people, and the money is spectacular.  Unfortunately, I reside in the Miami area which means it doesn't really matter if you have 10 years of experience, if your boobs aren't twice the size of your head, you don't get hired.  Might I go under the knife someday and have boobs about half the size of my head? Possibly. (Not to get a job and not to fit in here in Miami and not because my boyfriend wants me to – because he doesn't – but because I, the ultimate tomboy, have maybe grown out of my tomboy ways and would like to shoot for feminine.  So shoot me. 

Bartending's strike two is the hours.  I used to be quite the night owl, but anymore I can't stay up past 11 as sad as that is.  I'm sure I could readjust, but I don't think my family would.  And speaking of the family…

Strike three – most bars aren't going to offer health insurance, 401k, vacation, or any of the other perks (besides free booze) that go along with corporate America.  I might be able to work around strikes one and three, but strike two carries the most weight.

I'm a super computer nerd.  I like to build websites.  I have a wicked sense of humor.  Unfortunately, I have the artistic skills of a 3 hour old puppy.  This is bad for a web designer.  I'm hoping that I can learn this skill, but I fear that it is something that one is born with and I got a sarcasm skill instead.  If I sleep with art books under my pillow, will I wake up the next Nagel, Kugler, or Picasso? (Yes, I like the abstract stuff.)

I work in an office.  Some people are nice, some are not.  I know that this I cannot change.  My job is kinda mindless and I like to believe that I'm smarter than this.  My constant task is to figure out what to do.  I guess MasterCard is right.

Gas and tolls to get to work: $100 a month

Health insurance for you and your child : $300 a month

Having a job you actually love:  PRICELESS

 

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