Today was the first day of my internship...and as I sat there and edited my press release a few things came to mind that I forgot to address. The other day I used ChaCha to find out where to find the new school color Bud Light Cans. Response: Arrgh! Ur temporarily out of Qs. Txt WHYME to know why or you can always (and the text goes on to tell me where else I can contact. I was like, no, I won't do that. They are just trying to give me the run around, my Mexican friend, ChaCha. I started to wonder why ChaCha rejected so I texted, "WHYME?" Response: We're not singling you out! It's just that...(and it goes on to talk about how ChaCha is growing). You really let me down ChaCha- I still don't have the answer.
This morning I was helping my supervisor hang a calendar in my little office hub (pretty freaking awesome). I realize all of the sudden that my arms aren't that nice fresh smell when I usually lift them...I forgot to wear deoderant! My supervisor informs me we will be walking across campus soon- so to get ready...I am fearing that I will be the smelly intern. Luckily, someone somewhere was looking out for me and the person we were supposed to meet couldn't come- so I stayed frozen in the office all morning. Much to my surprise- I had a jazzy little office with a nice little desk. This desk had all sorts of things, rulers, pens, pencils, a new boyfriend (card board cut out of a man in a speedo- YES!) and PAPERCLIPS! That's right, UNCW, I don't need your stinkin' paperclips anymore- I have a whole cup at the "office" and the lady that is in charge of ordering office supplies told me if I ever needed anything else to let her know- MORE PAPERCLIPS PLEASE!
I went to the bathroom at the internship. I had meant to address this earlier when I used the bathroom at UNCW in the Fisher Center. There are toilet seat covers- legit toilet seat covers (If I knew how to upload pics from my phone I could post a picture of these said toilet seat covers and said boyfriend (cardboard cut out))...By the way- any suggestions for a name? I am leaning toward something super steamy like Carlos, Billy Joe, or Dwayne (just kidding!).
So back to the toilet seat covers- the middle flap falls down into the toilet- when you flush it it just pulls the cover down into the toilet. I thougth that was pretty neat.
LUNCH TIME! I didn't pack a lunch because I wanted to see how things played out. On my walk about 2 blocks from the parking deck (where I parked on the 6th level) I spotted 17th Street Deli. I walked over there for lunch, when I walked in it was an awkward forced order- so I ordered the first thing I saw some kind of club sandwich convieniently named after places in Wilmington (cute). I see that it comes with chips, but with no direction and no one else to see (I was the first of the lunch breakers) I just kind of sat down. I awkwardly sat down in front of the little side menu so when people came in they saw me trying to eat this three inch thick sub (with no chips might I add but- I didn't need them anyways).
Interesting idea- why is it when we go eat somewhere by ourselves for the first time its such an awkward phenomena. You don't want to ask questions because maybe you should know? If you had a friend though, the chips would come up in conversation and you could both ask- or just go grab chips...I don't know. Look- I am not really upset about the chips persay- but I am upset about paying 8$ for a sandwich that I could have made myself...damn not packing lunches.
After lunch- I wrote my first press release... I had to unbutton my black slacks...which helped in my day long debate on whether I should go to the gym or not- Obviously if you have to unbutton your pants you shouldnt A) Eat sandwiches and/or B) not go to the gym....unless you buy bigger pants and we all know what kind of downward spiral that begins.
After the gym I was having a conversation with my friend and I asked him why he didn't like college. He couldn't give me a straight answer. He said, "name something you don't like to eat, you just don't want to eat." And I of course made the obvious fat joke and then suddenly remembered how I hate raw meat. He asked, "why?" and I said, "because I hate the way it feels in my mouth." And he, trying to be ridiculously sassy says, "well I hate the way college feels in my mouth." Of course- this was funny...but the moral of the story is - he was trying to catch me, make fun of me for my answer but because I am super unpredictable- his joke failed. So be unpredictable and brand yourself (sorry all the books I am reading are about branding and PR). I also realized that my college experience wouldn't be the same without my sorority... It kind of made my college years for me.
Class tomorrow- I keep thinking nothing interesting is going to happen today and then behold- I forgot my deoderant. We will see what tomorrow brings.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Everything Adds Up
I woke up Saturday morning- determined to find my TredSafe shoes. After another wasted attempt at home I convince my mom to drive me to Wilmington. (She wanted to visit with me anyways!)...It was supposed to rain, but nope- just sunny and hot- perfect pool/beach day and I am stuck in the car with shrimp (we will get to that later). We get back to apartment in Wilmington and I look in the ONE place I didn't look the day before- the back corner of my closet (big enough to be my room) and there those suckers are! My mom tells me I shouldn't leave them like that in closed areas because of salmanella...what the hell? You say I am going to get salmonella from leaving shoes in the closet (although all nastiness from crapplebees is all up in those bad boys)...so on the way back from Wilmington my mom decides she wants shrimp. After all there are fresh shrimp sellers (I don't know their formal title) on the sides of the road. My mom stops and buys 5 pounds. FIVE POUNDS of stench later...we make it back. I laid down because I was very tired after my drive (ride, really)...I go to work. I drank a Monster energy drink for the first time in a long time. I was really jittery and hyper with all of my 2 bar guests. I ended up having a pretty decent night- when someone ordered something- I just made what I thought was in it...I figured- they would never know anyway-
Later that evening- I took tables (3 table section to be exact)...which constantly kept filling up, like my bar...and I had to-go orders. AND making server drinks that actually were just sitting there texting. I even asked someone to pack my food up and they boxed it up and left it sitting on the counter...WTF? Okay- so there's this guy that works at Applebees and I think has for the last 20 years and I told him once when I went to Europe and everytime I see him he asks me if I am going to Europe. It gets pretty annoying and I have to remind myself not to snap at him...I feel bad for him, his underwear always hangs out in the back- Oh, Larry- he came to work drunk last week and got sent home because he constantly babbles to himself- except that time he smelled like the combo of liquor, cigs, and 40's he had clearly sucked down before work.
Fast forward to Sunday morning, I wake up after 100 alarms. My mom is no where to be found with the check book which contains a check for rent and my 100$ she borrowed from me. Her phone is dead. I need to leave so I can get to campus on time for recruitment practice. Finally after waiting an hour she shows up, tells me she doesn't want to post-date a check and that she will drive it down to me...OKAY, HELLO? I am now late for recruitment practice and I have no check. I playfully joked around with her because my dad was mad at her too for something. She's a sweet lady, ya know...sneaking me some monies and just being cool as shit- I can't be too mad.
I sped home to Wilmington, went straight to recruitment practice- I smelled like dirty ****************** and looked like nasty **************** and I danced my ass off when we sang the recruitment songs. (long story about those songs).
Okay- I kind of lied- I didn't go straight to recruitment practice. So on the way home I ran across a boat on the side of the road. Not just any boat you see, it was a one-armed man-i-can with little red shorts, crooked sunglasses, and a life jacket, and boat hat. I took a pic with my phone- have to figure out how to upload that!- none the less- HELLO EASTERN NORTH CAROLINA...maybe it's an inside joke. All I know is homeboy is facing the road....and chillin with one arm.
I had a personal goal today to keep the chapter meeting under and hour- 35 minutes. HELLO, overachiever!
Well, until my first day of interning....bahhhh wish me luck.
My sisters really wanted my blog account- so I decided I will post it on facebook. For comedic value.
I rushed around all day today- don't think I am ready for the week- but hopefully I will make it through tomorrow *first day of internship*....should be an interesting blog- so keep posted.
Later that evening- I took tables (3 table section to be exact)...which constantly kept filling up, like my bar...and I had to-go orders. AND making server drinks that actually were just sitting there texting. I even asked someone to pack my food up and they boxed it up and left it sitting on the counter...WTF? Okay- so there's this guy that works at Applebees and I think has for the last 20 years and I told him once when I went to Europe and everytime I see him he asks me if I am going to Europe. It gets pretty annoying and I have to remind myself not to snap at him...I feel bad for him, his underwear always hangs out in the back- Oh, Larry- he came to work drunk last week and got sent home because he constantly babbles to himself- except that time he smelled like the combo of liquor, cigs, and 40's he had clearly sucked down before work.
Fast forward to Sunday morning, I wake up after 100 alarms. My mom is no where to be found with the check book which contains a check for rent and my 100$ she borrowed from me. Her phone is dead. I need to leave so I can get to campus on time for recruitment practice. Finally after waiting an hour she shows up, tells me she doesn't want to post-date a check and that she will drive it down to me...OKAY, HELLO? I am now late for recruitment practice and I have no check. I playfully joked around with her because my dad was mad at her too for something. She's a sweet lady, ya know...sneaking me some monies and just being cool as shit- I can't be too mad.
I sped home to Wilmington, went straight to recruitment practice- I smelled like dirty ****************** and looked like nasty **************** and I danced my ass off when we sang the recruitment songs. (long story about those songs).
Okay- I kind of lied- I didn't go straight to recruitment practice. So on the way home I ran across a boat on the side of the road. Not just any boat you see, it was a one-armed man-i-can with little red shorts, crooked sunglasses, and a life jacket, and boat hat. I took a pic with my phone- have to figure out how to upload that!- none the less- HELLO EASTERN NORTH CAROLINA...maybe it's an inside joke. All I know is homeboy is facing the road....and chillin with one arm.
I had a personal goal today to keep the chapter meeting under and hour- 35 minutes. HELLO, overachiever!
Well, until my first day of interning....bahhhh wish me luck.
My sisters really wanted my blog account- so I decided I will post it on facebook. For comedic value.
I rushed around all day today- don't think I am ready for the week- but hopefully I will make it through tomorrow *first day of internship*....should be an interesting blog- so keep posted.
Friday, August 21, 2009
My Father's Shoes
It all begins on Wednesday night- after my 3 hour class that I had to go to just in case I decide not to drop it I came home- went to visit a friend for a minute- came back to the apartment around 12AM. I decided I was going to go to bed...about 2 hours later I get worken up from a text.
This said text message gave me a lot to think about- not about the actual message itself- but just about life and people- not to mention a few of the weighing thoughts running through my head- you know, with graduation, interning, everything right around the corner. I get nervous, anxious and even scared when I am about to start a new job or phase in my life. Well, the semester started off with a not so fabulous bang.
When I finally fell asleep Thursday morning at 7AM (too angry to blog at that point) I woke up 2 hours and 50 minutes later and 50 minutes late. I had to be at a "Meet and Greek" at 11AM. Let me tell you about this "Meet and Greek" - the rules are so strict we really cannot talk to the potential new members coming by, we awkwardly answer their questions while other sororities are "hawk-eyeing" to make sure we aren't saying anything such as "Pledge X" Which that isn't even the right terminology but for all of you Greek illiterates out there- I hope it points you in the direction I am trying to go.
Let me back up though- So I have black nice shorts (those are the only shorts I have) because I have large thighs and I don't like to show them off particularly. The only letter shirt that was clean and that I could find was a black one. So the shorts were out. I threw on jeans, rushed out the door and went on campus where everyone and their mom (literally) were parked. I have magenta- Sally (my car) upgraded this year- magenta covers oh, about 85% of campus. I drive around to 3 LOTS that are all full- people are actually parked on the curb. So then foolishly hoping there is room on the lot across campus (Hello, Junior year walking a mile to class) I realize - there in fact are not any spots available- anywhere on campus. So Sally cuddles up to the first available curb and off I run to Meet and Greek.
This is the scene- It has just poured- It has that overly sunny- beating down- humidity- heat index of 150 degrees and Meet and Greet is convieniently outside. There is just enough wind to keep knocking over the philanthropy board on our table and everything else but not enough to actually be cooled down and feel good. I am developing a sweat-stache at this point (sweat mustache). Sweat is rolling down my back in beads (I can feel it). IT doesn't help that I sweat profusely on the reg. anyways- but now I am literally losing all of my water weight. My hair is down, black shirt, jeans, bangs stuck to my forehead and just gasping for air. When I go to leave I decide I have just enough time to move my car closer to my class- so I do- I get that cooled sweat feeling when I finally sit in the icy class room only to find out that WWAY is doing a segment on UNCW and has to video our class for a little. So me- sweating- dried sweat- sweaty hair- letters and looking quite sickly gets on the news. Could it get any better?
Yes- as a matter of fact it can!
I go out that night- it's all right.
Skip to Friday- I am a waste of life today with my headache. I start to pack to go home- I look everywhere for my work shoes (which usually means they are in Jacksonville) I call my mom- she thinks she saw them in the house but not sure. By the way- I texted 10 people asking for their shift at 9:30 AM this morning- no one answered. I was pretty much convinced I wanted to drive back to Wilmy, cry, drink beer, and be angry. Oh but on the way home- I am listening to music- singing- chillin' I hear this LOUD pop. I suddenly check all of my mirrors making sure I didn't hit something (I don't know?) and all of the sudden I look forward- the huge truck maybe like 12 wheels on it? One tire had blown on the inside. The tire literally ripped off and was now flailing toward my POS Pontiac Sunfire. Luckily I was able to swerve into the other lane- I think I peed myself a little bit.
Instead of driving home- my father saves the day with his black shoes and one inch thick socks. 2 and a half inches of room between my toe and the end of the shoe. The socks- of course- keep me pretty toasty- desperate for money I go with it. I didn't think, "self, these shoes are not slip resistent" - first thing I do- slide across the floor in the kitchen. Let me just explain that on the floor although it may "seem" decently clean in the beginning of the day there is and invincible layer of oily funk that rests on top of the floor- if you aren't in anti-slip shoes you take a huge risk of *killing yourself*. I walk around all night super cautious and slow (thankfully we weren't busy).
Customer of the day: In his Eastern North Carolina accent, "Can you change that there channel to Nascar. Ain't no body watching this tv but us."
"Yes, I'll get my manager to do that for you."
My manager approaches the table, changes the station and asks, "so who do you like to watch race?"
Customer of the day: "No body I reckon, I just like to watch dem cars go round and round."
I didn't charge them for their sweet tea. I figured- it'd be better that way.
Pretty much it's a terrible evening at work- I go to leave and we aren't allowed to walk out the side door anymore which is convieniently right next to my car. So I walk out the front door, around the building, catch two tweens making out and as I am passing by the dumpsters- with a strange funk spewing out on the ground I slip, fall, bust my arm, scratch it up, bruises galore. I look up- and there is a car full of people just looking at me waiting in the "to-go" parking.
I get in my car, get on 17 and realize I still have that damn watch they make us wear so we can be paged like slaves. I turned around- dropped the watch off. Came home and drank a beer.
I did a few good things today- I helped one of the closers fill sugar bags even though I didn't have to and it was her fault she didnt check for it. There are others but at this point I am so exhausted, I have to drive to Wilmington tomorrow because there is no way I can work in those shoes again.
Bartending tomorrow- Scared. But it will be okay.
Until then...FML.
This said text message gave me a lot to think about- not about the actual message itself- but just about life and people- not to mention a few of the weighing thoughts running through my head- you know, with graduation, interning, everything right around the corner. I get nervous, anxious and even scared when I am about to start a new job or phase in my life. Well, the semester started off with a not so fabulous bang.
When I finally fell asleep Thursday morning at 7AM (too angry to blog at that point) I woke up 2 hours and 50 minutes later and 50 minutes late. I had to be at a "Meet and Greek" at 11AM. Let me tell you about this "Meet and Greek" - the rules are so strict we really cannot talk to the potential new members coming by, we awkwardly answer their questions while other sororities are "hawk-eyeing" to make sure we aren't saying anything such as "Pledge X" Which that isn't even the right terminology but for all of you Greek illiterates out there- I hope it points you in the direction I am trying to go.
Let me back up though- So I have black nice shorts (those are the only shorts I have) because I have large thighs and I don't like to show them off particularly. The only letter shirt that was clean and that I could find was a black one. So the shorts were out. I threw on jeans, rushed out the door and went on campus where everyone and their mom (literally) were parked. I have magenta- Sally (my car) upgraded this year- magenta covers oh, about 85% of campus. I drive around to 3 LOTS that are all full- people are actually parked on the curb. So then foolishly hoping there is room on the lot across campus (Hello, Junior year walking a mile to class) I realize - there in fact are not any spots available- anywhere on campus. So Sally cuddles up to the first available curb and off I run to Meet and Greek.
This is the scene- It has just poured- It has that overly sunny- beating down- humidity- heat index of 150 degrees and Meet and Greet is convieniently outside. There is just enough wind to keep knocking over the philanthropy board on our table and everything else but not enough to actually be cooled down and feel good. I am developing a sweat-stache at this point (sweat mustache). Sweat is rolling down my back in beads (I can feel it). IT doesn't help that I sweat profusely on the reg. anyways- but now I am literally losing all of my water weight. My hair is down, black shirt, jeans, bangs stuck to my forehead and just gasping for air. When I go to leave I decide I have just enough time to move my car closer to my class- so I do- I get that cooled sweat feeling when I finally sit in the icy class room only to find out that WWAY is doing a segment on UNCW and has to video our class for a little. So me- sweating- dried sweat- sweaty hair- letters and looking quite sickly gets on the news. Could it get any better?
Yes- as a matter of fact it can!
I go out that night- it's all right.
Skip to Friday- I am a waste of life today with my headache. I start to pack to go home- I look everywhere for my work shoes (which usually means they are in Jacksonville) I call my mom- she thinks she saw them in the house but not sure. By the way- I texted 10 people asking for their shift at 9:30 AM this morning- no one answered. I was pretty much convinced I wanted to drive back to Wilmy, cry, drink beer, and be angry. Oh but on the way home- I am listening to music- singing- chillin' I hear this LOUD pop. I suddenly check all of my mirrors making sure I didn't hit something (I don't know?) and all of the sudden I look forward- the huge truck maybe like 12 wheels on it? One tire had blown on the inside. The tire literally ripped off and was now flailing toward my POS Pontiac Sunfire. Luckily I was able to swerve into the other lane- I think I peed myself a little bit.
Instead of driving home- my father saves the day with his black shoes and one inch thick socks. 2 and a half inches of room between my toe and the end of the shoe. The socks- of course- keep me pretty toasty- desperate for money I go with it. I didn't think, "self, these shoes are not slip resistent" - first thing I do- slide across the floor in the kitchen. Let me just explain that on the floor although it may "seem" decently clean in the beginning of the day there is and invincible layer of oily funk that rests on top of the floor- if you aren't in anti-slip shoes you take a huge risk of *killing yourself*. I walk around all night super cautious and slow (thankfully we weren't busy).
Customer of the day: In his Eastern North Carolina accent, "Can you change that there channel to Nascar. Ain't no body watching this tv but us."
"Yes, I'll get my manager to do that for you."
My manager approaches the table, changes the station and asks, "so who do you like to watch race?"
Customer of the day: "No body I reckon, I just like to watch dem cars go round and round."
I didn't charge them for their sweet tea. I figured- it'd be better that way.
Pretty much it's a terrible evening at work- I go to leave and we aren't allowed to walk out the side door anymore which is convieniently right next to my car. So I walk out the front door, around the building, catch two tweens making out and as I am passing by the dumpsters- with a strange funk spewing out on the ground I slip, fall, bust my arm, scratch it up, bruises galore. I look up- and there is a car full of people just looking at me waiting in the "to-go" parking.
I get in my car, get on 17 and realize I still have that damn watch they make us wear so we can be paged like slaves. I turned around- dropped the watch off. Came home and drank a beer.
I did a few good things today- I helped one of the closers fill sugar bags even though I didn't have to and it was her fault she didnt check for it. There are others but at this point I am so exhausted, I have to drive to Wilmington tomorrow because there is no way I can work in those shoes again.
Bartending tomorrow- Scared. But it will be okay.
Until then...FML.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
First Day of Classes
Today is the first day of senior year... I woke up at 845AM and decided I wanted to make the 9AM class at the gym- that set the day off right. I then drove downtown to my internship to have my supervisor fill out a few forms- just to finalize everything. I then came back to my apartment- I ate a really healthy salad and then went on to campus to drop the papers off, talk to some professors, went to the CAIC office to re-register the sorority- that took 30 minutes! Ran into some friends at the library- talked- printed stuff- got back in my car- made it home- folded laundry- and did odd things around the apartment.
So here's the thing- I have noticed that I have been doing a lot nicer things for people and being more patient. For instance, more than once today I actually waited and held the door open for someone. In the CAIC office the girl before me computer died and she couldn't get on and register her organization. I could have just jumped on the computer because I was sitting right next to it but instead I let her go in front of me. I even found a nickel on the sidewalk yesterday- the day before that- a penny. So all in all I am 6 cents richer, nicer, and happier.
I made dinner for my room mate and friend last night- which was very tasty. I even bought wine, garlic bread, and all the stuff for the dinner.
I have had this wierd obsessions with wanting to paperclip everything together- possibly because I am trying to get more organized. Last semester I discovered at the print station (while trying to staple) there is a little holder that houses paperclips- these other wierd clip things- pencils and something else- so today I nonchalantly grabbed a handful of paperclips. Is it stealing? I mean if I noticed it last year- you figure they owe me for all of the other paperclips that I hadn't taken the 2 and a half years prior- so pretty much it is legit- right?
I noticed that I am being more positive lately because honestly- through my experiences from the sorority I have realized that things WILL work themselves out! You know, it's not all life and death out there! Things tend to work out for the best- even if at the time they don't seem like it. For instance- last year when we had this whole "Who's going to live in the suite?" incident- and the pressure was on- I freaked out- but hey- now we just pay for the rooms- no big deal- it's equally distributed- whatever- and Sally (my car) upgrades to Magenta parking (pretty much everywhere on campus)...so hey- it cost me an extra 100$ or so but in the grand scheme of life- I am happy and I will excel this year because I am in a good living environment (also 15 minutes from main campus and 10 from my internship) so there ya have it- it all works out.
My first class on the first day of school begins at 6:30PM...I may be dropping it later- who knows but for now- I am going to get ready for class and run a few more errands before class.
Happy First Day of Classes!
So here's the thing- I have noticed that I have been doing a lot nicer things for people and being more patient. For instance, more than once today I actually waited and held the door open for someone. In the CAIC office the girl before me computer died and she couldn't get on and register her organization. I could have just jumped on the computer because I was sitting right next to it but instead I let her go in front of me. I even found a nickel on the sidewalk yesterday- the day before that- a penny. So all in all I am 6 cents richer, nicer, and happier.
I made dinner for my room mate and friend last night- which was very tasty. I even bought wine, garlic bread, and all the stuff for the dinner.
I have had this wierd obsessions with wanting to paperclip everything together- possibly because I am trying to get more organized. Last semester I discovered at the print station (while trying to staple) there is a little holder that houses paperclips- these other wierd clip things- pencils and something else- so today I nonchalantly grabbed a handful of paperclips. Is it stealing? I mean if I noticed it last year- you figure they owe me for all of the other paperclips that I hadn't taken the 2 and a half years prior- so pretty much it is legit- right?
I noticed that I am being more positive lately because honestly- through my experiences from the sorority I have realized that things WILL work themselves out! You know, it's not all life and death out there! Things tend to work out for the best- even if at the time they don't seem like it. For instance- last year when we had this whole "Who's going to live in the suite?" incident- and the pressure was on- I freaked out- but hey- now we just pay for the rooms- no big deal- it's equally distributed- whatever- and Sally (my car) upgrades to Magenta parking (pretty much everywhere on campus)...so hey- it cost me an extra 100$ or so but in the grand scheme of life- I am happy and I will excel this year because I am in a good living environment (also 15 minutes from main campus and 10 from my internship) so there ya have it- it all works out.
My first class on the first day of school begins at 6:30PM...I may be dropping it later- who knows but for now- I am going to get ready for class and run a few more errands before class.
Happy First Day of Classes!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
So Shines A Good Deed in A Weary World
Yesterday after we helped move-in (good deed number one) I went back to the apartment, packed up and headed home. I was exhausted and as soon as I got home to Jacksonville I cracked open a beer and hung out with the family. Later on that evening I invited one my good friends from high school over and we went in the pool and hot tub. As I was getting out of the hot tub in my bikini (which I am slightly over weight) I trip on the stairs (because it is slippery- not because I had been drinking). I fell on my butt, hurt my arm, all in front of my entire family- family friends- and my friend (which happens to be a boy- so here I thought- great, I fell down stairs, jiggled the whole way and am now sitting here in my bikini- injured) My arm was hurt in this whole process by the way. When my friend(who is literally just a friend) and I decided we were tired and wanted to lay down we went inside and I pulled out the couch bed. I let him sleep on it (Good deed number 2)(Earlier I had been beer bitch for all my mom's friends and her-good deed number 3). I couldn't get comfortable- while I was watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory so I went and layed on the pull out couch to watch this movie. I passed out on the couch watching WIlly Wanka, and woke up at 8AM and did the dishes for my mother and cleaned up outside(good deed for today!)
I realized why I may or may not be so f-ed up. Did anyone else see these movies when they were children- Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz or better yet Fantasia? Fantasia must have been one of my favorite movies when I was a kid but watching it now makes me realize that I was soberly living out some kind drug induced trip. Even the movie that EVERYONE bought me for years and years on end for every christmas and birthday (the movie "Heidi") was exceptionally scary. I actually don't remember it very well because I am too afraid to watch it again- come on the original one with Shirley Temple- this is the first line of the plot at a website summarizing it "When little Heidi is stolen by her cruel aunt (who sells her) her grouchy grandfather searches for her." < Really? This movie is supposed to bring joy to me on my birthday and Christmas...I mean it has a good ending and theme all together but it's really scary and when you are that young- you really aren't that "deep". So then we have the Wizard of Oz- what are those monkey monster looking things that come with the Wicked Witch of the West? Those little shits are scary. I mean if I was Dorothy I would have said "F-this, sorry you don't have a heart or a brain, not so much my problem" Not trying to get eaten by the little goblin-monkey witch friends.
So notice- Heidi produced in 1937, Wizard of Oz 1939 but then 1971 for Willy to come out and scare children shitless all across the world.
I'm just sayin' there's something up with these movies...Classics- yet they leave scars on children for the rest of their lives (I know this.)
Anyways- first meeting tonight - Please go well ...
I realized why I may or may not be so f-ed up. Did anyone else see these movies when they were children- Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz or better yet Fantasia? Fantasia must have been one of my favorite movies when I was a kid but watching it now makes me realize that I was soberly living out some kind drug induced trip. Even the movie that EVERYONE bought me for years and years on end for every christmas and birthday (the movie "Heidi") was exceptionally scary. I actually don't remember it very well because I am too afraid to watch it again- come on the original one with Shirley Temple- this is the first line of the plot at a website summarizing it "When little Heidi is stolen by her cruel aunt (who sells her) her grouchy grandfather searches for her." < Really? This movie is supposed to bring joy to me on my birthday and Christmas...I mean it has a good ending and theme all together but it's really scary and when you are that young- you really aren't that "deep". So then we have the Wizard of Oz- what are those monkey monster looking things that come with the Wicked Witch of the West? Those little shits are scary. I mean if I was Dorothy I would have said "F-this, sorry you don't have a heart or a brain, not so much my problem" Not trying to get eaten by the little goblin-monkey witch friends.
So notice- Heidi produced in 1937, Wizard of Oz 1939 but then 1971 for Willy to come out and scare children shitless all across the world.
I'm just sayin' there's something up with these movies...Classics- yet they leave scars on children for the rest of their lives (I know this.)
Anyways- first meeting tonight - Please go well ...
Willy Wonka's on Drugs
Willy Wonka Quotes- probably scariest movie in my childhood (except The Wizard of Oz tops it)
Yellow= creepy quotes
Green= Maybe Wonka was on to something
Willy Wonka: [I]f you have any problems, dial information, thank you for calling.
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Mr. Turkentine: I've just decided to switch our Friday schedule to Monday, which means that the test we take each Friday, on what we learned during the week, will now take place on Monday, before we've learned it. But, since today is Tuesday, it doesn't matter in the slightest.
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The Tinker: Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushing glen,
We dare not go a hunting,
For fear of little men.
You see, nobody ever goes in, and nobody ever comes out.
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Charlie Bucket: [W]hat was that we just went through?
Willy Wonka: Hsaw Aknow.
Mrs. Teevee: Is that Japanese?
Willy Wonka: No, that's Wonka Wash spelled backwards.
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Willy Wonka: [D]on't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted.
Charlie Bucket: What happened?
Willy Wonka: He lived happily ever after.
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Mr. Salt: What is this, Wonka, some kind of fun house?
Willy Wonka: Why, having fun?
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Willy Wonka: Inside this room, all of my dreams become realities, and some of my realities become dreams. And, almost everything you'll see is eatable, edible, I mean, you can eat almost everything.
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Willy Wonka: We have so much time, and so little to do! Strike that, reverse it.
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Computer Operator: [T]his machine will tell us the precise location of the three remaining tickets. It says, "I won't tell, that would be cheating." I am now telling the computer that if it will tell me the correct answer, I will gladly share with it the grand prize. He says, "What would a computer do with a lifetime supply of chocolate?" I am now telling the computer exactly what he can do with a lifetime supply of chocolate!
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Willy Wonka: Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple.
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Willy Wonka: I'm a trifle deaf in this ear. Speak a little louder next time.
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Newscaster: We must remember there are many more important things, many more important things . . . off hand, I can't think of what they are, but I'm sure there must be something.
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Willy Wonka: So shines a good deed in a weary world.
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Willy Wonka: A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men.
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Willy Wonka: We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.
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Willy Wonka: [Y]ou should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.
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Willy Wonka: The suspense is terrible . . . I hope it'll last.
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Willy Wonka: Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?
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Willy Wonka: Bubbles, bubbles everywhere, but not a drop to drink . . . yet.
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Sam Beauregarde: Don't talk to me about contracts, Wonka, I use them myself--they're strictly for suckers.
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Mr. Salt: Butterscotch, buttergin? Got something going on inside of here?
Willy Wonka: Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. < Childhood movie here----wtf?
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Willy Wonka: No, no, don't speak--for some moments in life there are no words.
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Willy Wonka: I'm sorry, but all questions must be submitted in writing.
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Willy Wonka: If the good Lord had intended us to walk, he wouldn't have invented roller-skates.
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Willy Wonka: It happens every time, they all become blueberries!
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Willy Wonka: Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous! < yet the girl that turns into a blueberry must be juiced so she doesn't explode and Charlie and his grandpa almost get chopped up in little pieces?
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Willy Wonka: Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing.
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing,
For the rowers keep on rowing,
And they're certainly not showing,
Any signs that they are slowing!
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^Clearly Willy was tripping something- this is from the scary tunnel scene.
Mrs. Gloop: He can't swim!
Willy Wonka: There's no better time to learn.
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Sam Beauregarde: Violet, you're turning violet, Violet!
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Mrs. Gloop: Don't just stand there! Do something!
Willy Wonka: Help. Police. Murder. < Okay, this is especially creepy
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Willy Wonka: All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
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Willy Wonka: Don't you know what this is?!
Violet Beauregarde: By gum it's gum!
Yellow= creepy quotes
Green= Maybe Wonka was on to something
Willy Wonka: [I]f you have any problems, dial information, thank you for calling.
-----
Mr. Turkentine: I've just decided to switch our Friday schedule to Monday, which means that the test we take each Friday, on what we learned during the week, will now take place on Monday, before we've learned it. But, since today is Tuesday, it doesn't matter in the slightest.
-----
The Tinker: Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushing glen,
We dare not go a hunting,
For fear of little men.
You see, nobody ever goes in, and nobody ever comes out.
-----
Charlie Bucket: [W]hat was that we just went through?
Willy Wonka: Hsaw Aknow.
Mrs. Teevee: Is that Japanese?
Willy Wonka: No, that's Wonka Wash spelled backwards.
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Willy Wonka: [D]on't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted.
Charlie Bucket: What happened?
Willy Wonka: He lived happily ever after.
-----
Mr. Salt: What is this, Wonka, some kind of fun house?
Willy Wonka: Why, having fun?
-----
Willy Wonka: Inside this room, all of my dreams become realities, and some of my realities become dreams. And, almost everything you'll see is eatable, edible, I mean, you can eat almost everything.
-----
Willy Wonka: We have so much time, and so little to do! Strike that, reverse it.
-----
Computer Operator: [T]his machine will tell us the precise location of the three remaining tickets. It says, "I won't tell, that would be cheating." I am now telling the computer that if it will tell me the correct answer, I will gladly share with it the grand prize. He says, "What would a computer do with a lifetime supply of chocolate?" I am now telling the computer exactly what he can do with a lifetime supply of chocolate!
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Willy Wonka: Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple.
-----
Willy Wonka: I'm a trifle deaf in this ear. Speak a little louder next time.
-----
Newscaster: We must remember there are many more important things, many more important things . . . off hand, I can't think of what they are, but I'm sure there must be something.
-----
Willy Wonka: So shines a good deed in a weary world.
-----
Willy Wonka: A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men.
-----
Willy Wonka: We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.
-----
Willy Wonka: [Y]ou should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.
-----
Willy Wonka: The suspense is terrible . . . I hope it'll last.
-----
Willy Wonka: Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?
-----
Willy Wonka: Bubbles, bubbles everywhere, but not a drop to drink . . . yet.
-----
Sam Beauregarde: Don't talk to me about contracts, Wonka, I use them myself--they're strictly for suckers.
-----
Mr. Salt: Butterscotch, buttergin? Got something going on inside of here?
Willy Wonka: Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. < Childhood movie here----wtf?
-----
Willy Wonka: No, no, don't speak--for some moments in life there are no words.
-----
Willy Wonka: I'm sorry, but all questions must be submitted in writing.
-----
Willy Wonka: If the good Lord had intended us to walk, he wouldn't have invented roller-skates.
-----
Willy Wonka: It happens every time, they all become blueberries!
-----
Willy Wonka: Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous! < yet the girl that turns into a blueberry must be juiced so she doesn't explode and Charlie and his grandpa almost get chopped up in little pieces?
-----
Willy Wonka: Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing.
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing,
For the rowers keep on rowing,
And they're certainly not showing,
Any signs that they are slowing!
-----
^Clearly Willy was tripping something- this is from the scary tunnel scene.
Mrs. Gloop: He can't swim!
Willy Wonka: There's no better time to learn.
-----
Sam Beauregarde: Violet, you're turning violet, Violet!
-----
Mrs. Gloop: Don't just stand there! Do something!
Willy Wonka: Help. Police. Murder. < Okay, this is especially creepy
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Willy Wonka: All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
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Willy Wonka: Don't you know what this is?!
Violet Beauregarde: By gum it's gum!
Friday, August 14, 2009
Mazol Tav
Today has been toooooo long and it is only 7:50! Last night I went to Jacksonville, ate dinner with the fam, and had a real conversation with my Aunt. I realized a lot about my life, my family, and the way that I perceive things that happen to me. BUT- the funny part about last night is when I slept on the couch- Phoebe slept right nex t to me on the couch (yes, we shared the couch) and we were intertwined. She would kick me or I'd move- we'd both wake up and look at each other and be like "what, dude?" So- I woke up drove back to Wilmington- decided I didn't like my brown outfit, changed and went to CFCC. I was freaking out because I really thought I was going to be late- I was JUST on time though! I had my interview which I think went well- because the ball is in my court to decide what I want to do or not. So, I went to the all sorority meeting and while I was walking into Fisher- I saw that a guy was struggling with a big box through the door way- so I went over and helped him move his things through the door. (good deed-yes)
Meeting, dinner, 3 beers later- I am about to pass out.
Well- life is good. Until tomorrow when I help move in- Mazol Tav.
Meeting, dinner, 3 beers later- I am about to pass out.
Well- life is good. Until tomorrow when I help move in- Mazol Tav.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Why so cereal?
Yesterday was a good day. Just the usually sorority all day practice. I was going to come home for lunch and just hang out and not spend any money but as we were breaking for lunch someone announced they were having their bday lunch at Two Guys Grille- I felt obligated (and tempted by the sweet potato fries)...so I went, we sat outside. Okay- my shirt was drenched in sweat, I had my jeans rolled up as high as they would go, I had combed my bangs with my fingers so they laid on top of my head and I was gasping desperately for air... bad decision number one of the day.
When we came back from lunch we had to learn dances for our skit (they were altered from the previous year). We literally did the same dance moves over and over. People started getting rowdy and upset when they didn't like things and kept referring to the way things were done "last year." Luckily I wasn't in charge of this- I was just an observing (dancing observer, if you will) and so I watched how upset everyone was getting. I think it took about 2 hours to decide on a small detail. It was also "hump day" -Wednesday- not everyone's brightest day. Well, we made it through that. I came home with a headache and stomach ache (damn sweet potato fries- why do you torture me so?) I laid down- then decided I needed to stop being a fat-ass and go to the gym (I had gotten an email when I got home from the gym owner at Crossfit Coastal (the gym I attend)) So I went to the gym- felt 100000x better, and then went to Hunter's birthday dinner at Little Dipper- where 2 beers, and one 8 dollar martini made me slightly intoxicated. $32.00 later, I realize that again this month when my credit card comes I will have to say, "Before you open this, just remember, you had a GREAT time!"
Today was fairly uneventful. Recruitment practice ended early and I am now going home to visit with my aunt who I haven't seen in 2 and a half years. I'll be back in Wilmington tomorrow morning to have my interview with an internship at CFCC Foundation office.
So- Big girl week doesn't end until Sunday. Will I make it out alive?
My nice thing for yesterday was that I helped pay for Hunter's birthday dinner, I cheered on people at the gym (that sounds wierd but it's totally normal at Xfit)- it's actually something I find reallly awkward and hard to do (that's another story)- and the day before I washed some dirty dishes that weren't mine- just to be nice.
Today my good thing really has yet to come- I was more friendly and smiley at recruitment practice. OH- I offered one of my crackers and gave one to a girl in my sorority- I didn't have to offer- so that counts right?
In light of being more positive, I realize I have to outlet my negative energy somewhere, I think I will start with a "gripe of the day" blog and if I have one- then I will post it.
think positive.
When we came back from lunch we had to learn dances for our skit (they were altered from the previous year). We literally did the same dance moves over and over. People started getting rowdy and upset when they didn't like things and kept referring to the way things were done "last year." Luckily I wasn't in charge of this- I was just an observing (dancing observer, if you will) and so I watched how upset everyone was getting. I think it took about 2 hours to decide on a small detail. It was also "hump day" -Wednesday- not everyone's brightest day. Well, we made it through that. I came home with a headache and stomach ache (damn sweet potato fries- why do you torture me so?) I laid down- then decided I needed to stop being a fat-ass and go to the gym (I had gotten an email when I got home from the gym owner at Crossfit Coastal (the gym I attend)) So I went to the gym- felt 100000x better, and then went to Hunter's birthday dinner at Little Dipper- where 2 beers, and one 8 dollar martini made me slightly intoxicated. $32.00 later, I realize that again this month when my credit card comes I will have to say, "Before you open this, just remember, you had a GREAT time!"
Today was fairly uneventful. Recruitment practice ended early and I am now going home to visit with my aunt who I haven't seen in 2 and a half years. I'll be back in Wilmington tomorrow morning to have my interview with an internship at CFCC Foundation office.
So- Big girl week doesn't end until Sunday. Will I make it out alive?
My nice thing for yesterday was that I helped pay for Hunter's birthday dinner, I cheered on people at the gym (that sounds wierd but it's totally normal at Xfit)- it's actually something I find reallly awkward and hard to do (that's another story)- and the day before I washed some dirty dishes that weren't mine- just to be nice.
Today my good thing really has yet to come- I was more friendly and smiley at recruitment practice. OH- I offered one of my crackers and gave one to a girl in my sorority- I didn't have to offer- so that counts right?
In light of being more positive, I realize I have to outlet my negative energy somewhere, I think I will start with a "gripe of the day" blog and if I have one- then I will post it.
think positive.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Can this be recycled?
Day three isn't over yet but since I have some time I thought I would write about what has happened today so far. Today again started off with a bang- woke up late, didn't feel like getting dressed so I didn't take a shower- I just put on a "cute" outfit (I thought it was anyways) and went to recruitment practice. But OOPS! I went to the wrong building and had to walk to another across campus in 100 degrees weather- that wasn't bad though- the recruitment director was running late ( I at least made it there before she did )...Recruitment stuff was awesome this morning- as well as interactive. When we separated into groups- I wasn't placed in one because I am the President- I just kind of took care of some stuff with the recruitment director that needed to be gone over.
When we broke for lunch one of my friends that I used to be really close with came over to me and asked what I was doing for lunch (I had planned on coming back to the apartment and running some errands). She told me she had packed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but had pizza at home. I told her I'd take her by her apt to pick up the pizza if she wanted to come over and eat lumch with me (I had leftovers as well)...she insisted that I didn't have to take her by her apartment- but I did anyways- Good deed number one-
After we ate lunch- we went and got Cuppy's coffee (amazing, by the way!). We went back to recruitment practice after lunch and I had to mail something so I walked to the post office the next building over - 25 minutes later! the items were finally sent. I have been trying to work on my patience though- so I didn't get upset or anything.
The campus has this new thing where it has recycling things all over- and even little signs on the top that says "can this be recycled?" I went to go throw away my plastic cup- made it in the REGULAR trash can and then saw next to that a little blue box with the recycling sign- yes, I stuck my hand in there, pulled out my plastic cup and recycled it. While I was in there I spotted another recycleable item- so I grabbed that and through it in there as well. Good deed number two-
I stopped at the bank on the way home and deposited the 868.00$ for the couch I had charged on my charge card for the sorority. I came back to see that that charge was STILL posted on my account- returned HomeReserve.com's phone call (Sandy) and found out that I had to do a series of phone calls to fix this issue with my order and that my order had not gone through. Two hours and one new best friend later, I have finally worked out my charges with Home Reserve and Bank of America.
HomeReserve was extrememly helpful, nice, and for an online vendor gave me better customer service than a store that I could have walked into. Thanks, HomeReserve!
Laura came over after recruitment practice and we hung out for a little bit- and that was fun. I'll probably spend a few more hours on my email befor the day is over- but at least the day is almost over- I think I can go to bed at 8? or can I?
Day three- almost complete- and totally positive.
When we broke for lunch one of my friends that I used to be really close with came over to me and asked what I was doing for lunch (I had planned on coming back to the apartment and running some errands). She told me she had packed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but had pizza at home. I told her I'd take her by her apt to pick up the pizza if she wanted to come over and eat lumch with me (I had leftovers as well)...she insisted that I didn't have to take her by her apartment- but I did anyways- Good deed number one-
After we ate lunch- we went and got Cuppy's coffee (amazing, by the way!). We went back to recruitment practice after lunch and I had to mail something so I walked to the post office the next building over - 25 minutes later! the items were finally sent. I have been trying to work on my patience though- so I didn't get upset or anything.
The campus has this new thing where it has recycling things all over- and even little signs on the top that says "can this be recycled?" I went to go throw away my plastic cup- made it in the REGULAR trash can and then saw next to that a little blue box with the recycling sign- yes, I stuck my hand in there, pulled out my plastic cup and recycled it. While I was in there I spotted another recycleable item- so I grabbed that and through it in there as well. Good deed number two-
I stopped at the bank on the way home and deposited the 868.00$ for the couch I had charged on my charge card for the sorority. I came back to see that that charge was STILL posted on my account- returned HomeReserve.com's phone call (Sandy) and found out that I had to do a series of phone calls to fix this issue with my order and that my order had not gone through. Two hours and one new best friend later, I have finally worked out my charges with Home Reserve and Bank of America.
HomeReserve was extrememly helpful, nice, and for an online vendor gave me better customer service than a store that I could have walked into. Thanks, HomeReserve!
Laura came over after recruitment practice and we hung out for a little bit- and that was fun. I'll probably spend a few more hours on my email befor the day is over- but at least the day is almost over- I think I can go to bed at 8? or can I?
Day three- almost complete- and totally positive.
Monday, August 10, 2009
"A Little Imperfection Gives It Character"
Today marks the first day of recruitment practice. (I was going to go to bed early but now it is 11:30PM and I will get to that in just a minute!) Today's positive/good thing wasn't so much about what I did do but what I didn't do. Recruitment practice started at 9AM, I would have been on time- but I got a little carried away with packing gym clothes *which I never made it too* and trying to straighten my hair so I didn't look like a crazy woman on the first day back. I walked in- they must have just started. That's what I hate about being President- you have to be on time to everything and if you aren't you feel like everyone is JUDGING you...
I got over that really fast- I sat in the back of the room and was just taking in the presentation- which was well put together and thought out. Our recruitment director is really knowledgeable about what is going on and should be going on so she was efficient and informative. Today flew by- When we went back to campus- my shoes had been giving me a blister on the back of my heal so I took them off while I walked to the building we were in. The second my feet hit the pavement the bottom of my feet burned. Wow, blond much?
Here's where the day gets interesting- well to me anyways-
**Back ground** Our chapter's national headquarters has a fund for our housing. We are redecorating our suite, so we decide we want to buy a couch. Our National is slower than molasses when doing anything involving *helping.* We got word that our form had been accepted but that we would receive the check too late to get the couches in time for recruitment.
So, what do I do- (save the day, of course!) I volunteer my credit card- and just say "well, you guys can reimburse me tomorrow." First- my credit card wouldn't go through on the computer- it kept having an error- then it finally posted- no confirmation email of my order- no order number- nothing.
Then we get a response from the women we are dealing with at HQ's and she informs us that we cannot pay for the item and get reimbursed *even though we have sent in a form, pictures, prices, and two alternates for all of the items we asked for comparing all items*
The check would be cut out for the chapter (so we would just deposit the check and purchase the items anyways)...problem is this place for the couch is ONLINE (crazy how you can shop online these days?!) I decided to tell the truth the HQ, not lie, not fudge- just tell the truth- that I had placed an order and would it be okay to just front the money and get reimbursed.
This is sort of how the conversation went:
Me: "Hello, my name is Heidi ****, I am the president of ****, *** has been emailing you and I thought we could figure something out by talking instead of emailing. I am not understanding why I can't pay for the item and get reimbursed"
Angry HQ Lady: "Well, no other chapter has problems. This is strictly not a reimbursement fund! There are strict rules."
Me: "Okay, I understand, but then how do I pay for this item online that doesn't accept checks, just credit"
Angry HQ Lady: "Um, I don't know. Why don't you just cash the check and go shopping?"
...Silence from me....
"Okay, thanks!"
Okay- no receipt for the $868.00 purple couch, posted on my account, have to re-submit a new form for different items that equal up to about that much (my ingenious idea! < - that is what really saved the day)
I then had a recruitment meeting with panhellenic after recruitment practice with the chapter. While in the student union I decide I have to go to the bathroom. I walk in the bathroom- each stall is clogged for at least the first 6. Finally I find one that is usable- behind the toilets are seat covers- made out of extremely thin (I think flushable) paper. You pull the part in the middle that holds it together down and lay it on the seat- so I tried that baby out. It was pretty nifty- I thought about taking a few for proof but decided I didn't need them at my apartment.
Recruitment meeting was fine. I stay after and talked with the recruitment director and Greek advisor for a little while.
Later, I go to Old Navy with the room mates and I am calmly walking around being very positive and I stubbed my toe, took a minute and instead of yelling the obscenity I wanted to yell- I just whispered "ow."
Dinner with the room mates- I had mashed potatoes and apparently I was the last person in the restaurant to get these because they had ran out (my room mate also ordered a side) so I offered her mine and told her I could get something else- she didn't take them- but it was the thought that counts right? And the fact that I was completely serious and content with it.
We come back to the apartment and I encourage hanging these four canvas' that my mom painted for our dining area. *No one else wants to do it* I start to hang the canvas' and then both my room mates jump in and want to help...or direct at least. :-)
What should have taken 10 minutes took 30...- there are at least 45 new holes in the wall but the picture looks great, (a little crooked but imperfection is beauty) ...the apartment is now completely decorated- EVEN MY ROOM! which if you saw my room last year- NOT decorated.
There's just a little something in me that feels that much more complete.
Tomorrow- I have to clean my room, also run some errands, and recruitment practice from 9-5...I also have to start back up at the gym tomorrow.
It's gonna be a long week- and although I'll be exhausted because it's just the beginning- at least I am being a productive part of society- and keeping positive.
:-) Day two was awesome!
I got over that really fast- I sat in the back of the room and was just taking in the presentation- which was well put together and thought out. Our recruitment director is really knowledgeable about what is going on and should be going on so she was efficient and informative. Today flew by- When we went back to campus- my shoes had been giving me a blister on the back of my heal so I took them off while I walked to the building we were in. The second my feet hit the pavement the bottom of my feet burned. Wow, blond much?
Here's where the day gets interesting- well to me anyways-
**Back ground** Our chapter's national headquarters has a fund for our housing. We are redecorating our suite, so we decide we want to buy a couch. Our National is slower than molasses when doing anything involving *helping.* We got word that our form had been accepted but that we would receive the check too late to get the couches in time for recruitment.
So, what do I do- (save the day, of course!) I volunteer my credit card- and just say "well, you guys can reimburse me tomorrow." First- my credit card wouldn't go through on the computer- it kept having an error- then it finally posted- no confirmation email of my order- no order number- nothing.
Then we get a response from the women we are dealing with at HQ's and she informs us that we cannot pay for the item and get reimbursed *even though we have sent in a form, pictures, prices, and two alternates for all of the items we asked for comparing all items*
The check would be cut out for the chapter (so we would just deposit the check and purchase the items anyways)...problem is this place for the couch is ONLINE (crazy how you can shop online these days?!) I decided to tell the truth the HQ, not lie, not fudge- just tell the truth- that I had placed an order and would it be okay to just front the money and get reimbursed.
This is sort of how the conversation went:
Me: "Hello, my name is Heidi ****, I am the president of ****, *** has been emailing you and I thought we could figure something out by talking instead of emailing. I am not understanding why I can't pay for the item and get reimbursed"
Angry HQ Lady: "Well, no other chapter has problems. This is strictly not a reimbursement fund! There are strict rules."
Me: "Okay, I understand, but then how do I pay for this item online that doesn't accept checks, just credit"
Angry HQ Lady: "Um, I don't know. Why don't you just cash the check and go shopping?"
...Silence from me....
"Okay, thanks!"
Okay- no receipt for the $868.00 purple couch, posted on my account, have to re-submit a new form for different items that equal up to about that much (my ingenious idea! < - that is what really saved the day)
I then had a recruitment meeting with panhellenic after recruitment practice with the chapter. While in the student union I decide I have to go to the bathroom. I walk in the bathroom- each stall is clogged for at least the first 6. Finally I find one that is usable- behind the toilets are seat covers- made out of extremely thin (I think flushable) paper. You pull the part in the middle that holds it together down and lay it on the seat- so I tried that baby out. It was pretty nifty- I thought about taking a few for proof but decided I didn't need them at my apartment.
Recruitment meeting was fine. I stay after and talked with the recruitment director and Greek advisor for a little while.
Later, I go to Old Navy with the room mates and I am calmly walking around being very positive and I stubbed my toe, took a minute and instead of yelling the obscenity I wanted to yell- I just whispered "ow."
Dinner with the room mates- I had mashed potatoes and apparently I was the last person in the restaurant to get these because they had ran out (my room mate also ordered a side) so I offered her mine and told her I could get something else- she didn't take them- but it was the thought that counts right? And the fact that I was completely serious and content with it.
We come back to the apartment and I encourage hanging these four canvas' that my mom painted for our dining area. *No one else wants to do it* I start to hang the canvas' and then both my room mates jump in and want to help...or direct at least. :-)
What should have taken 10 minutes took 30...- there are at least 45 new holes in the wall but the picture looks great, (a little crooked but imperfection is beauty) ...the apartment is now completely decorated- EVEN MY ROOM! which if you saw my room last year- NOT decorated.
There's just a little something in me that feels that much more complete.
Tomorrow- I have to clean my room, also run some errands, and recruitment practice from 9-5...I also have to start back up at the gym tomorrow.
It's gonna be a long week- and although I'll be exhausted because it's just the beginning- at least I am being a productive part of society- and keeping positive.
:-) Day two was awesome!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Slow and Steady
Day 1:
Today is day one of my new life. I have decided that I will try to right the wrongs in my life so that maybe my luck will turn around. I will also do something everyday and be more positive in hopes to gain more positive energy.
Today was a slow day- I woke up in Greenville and I went to Andy's with a few of my friends. At about 6PM when I realized I hadn't followed through and did anything terribly nice I got worried. I had an officer meeting at 7PM, which of course I was rushed to get ready for because I was too busy telling my room mate about all the things that have happened to me in the last 10 days and catching up with her. I leave for campus at about 6:45 PM for my meeting and as I am on my way there I begin to mentally brainstorm what I could do for the day that would be nice. I settled for something thoughtful- I stopped at Harris Teeter and bought the officers freshly baked cookies out of the bakery-
However- I get heat flashes when I am about to be late somewhere- I am waiting in the self check out line, had forgotten my student ID *there goes that discount!* and was starting to sweat profusely and silently panicking staring at the clock on the wall. This is the thing about self- check out, it offers the wierdest things, repeats itself and then doesn't believe that you have all of your items in the bag. I have began throwing items on the counter so that it weighs in right- then it asks "are you sure that you have rang everything in?" I press "yes" and then it asks a series of other questions- like it doesn't believe me and then I usually have to have the employee stationed by the self-check out to come over and clear it for me....the employee usually hates their life and is bored beyond belief by this time the super long line in the register over has cleared out and the cashier usually stares.
Not today- I did start to sweat and freak out but I took a deep breath and let the man in front of me go through the 89 questions, be questioned about the items under his non-existent cart, and not accept his dollar bills. I power walked to my car and headed onto campus.
The meeting went really smoothly- everyone seemed to have their stuff together- and I was really excited to see everyone's new ideas for their positions.
Everyone liked the cookies too!
Day one is complete.
Tomorrow I have recruitment practice from 9AM-5PM- I better get to sleep!
Today is day one of my new life. I have decided that I will try to right the wrongs in my life so that maybe my luck will turn around. I will also do something everyday and be more positive in hopes to gain more positive energy.
Today was a slow day- I woke up in Greenville and I went to Andy's with a few of my friends. At about 6PM when I realized I hadn't followed through and did anything terribly nice I got worried. I had an officer meeting at 7PM, which of course I was rushed to get ready for because I was too busy telling my room mate about all the things that have happened to me in the last 10 days and catching up with her. I leave for campus at about 6:45 PM for my meeting and as I am on my way there I begin to mentally brainstorm what I could do for the day that would be nice. I settled for something thoughtful- I stopped at Harris Teeter and bought the officers freshly baked cookies out of the bakery-
However- I get heat flashes when I am about to be late somewhere- I am waiting in the self check out line, had forgotten my student ID *there goes that discount!* and was starting to sweat profusely and silently panicking staring at the clock on the wall. This is the thing about self- check out, it offers the wierdest things, repeats itself and then doesn't believe that you have all of your items in the bag. I have began throwing items on the counter so that it weighs in right- then it asks "are you sure that you have rang everything in?" I press "yes" and then it asks a series of other questions- like it doesn't believe me and then I usually have to have the employee stationed by the self-check out to come over and clear it for me....the employee usually hates their life and is bored beyond belief by this time the super long line in the register over has cleared out and the cashier usually stares.
Not today- I did start to sweat and freak out but I took a deep breath and let the man in front of me go through the 89 questions, be questioned about the items under his non-existent cart, and not accept his dollar bills. I power walked to my car and headed onto campus.
The meeting went really smoothly- everyone seemed to have their stuff together- and I was really excited to see everyone's new ideas for their positions.
Everyone liked the cookies too!
Day one is complete.
Tomorrow I have recruitment practice from 9AM-5PM- I better get to sleep!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Cheers to the beginning of the end...and beginning again.
Today I had been thinking that I hadn't blogged in awhile. So, even though I really need to hit the road for my Greenville get away I thought I would take about 10 minutes to record the craziest thing that has happened to me in awhile.
I guess I should begin with the first two crazy things. Well on the fourth of July weekend I ran into a man that I had gone on a date with ONCE. Nothing happened kids, just your typical dinner and then literally I tried to dash. He was so boring. He had no personality- nothing to offer, he was 28 years old and markets cement. CEMENT. I think it would be more interesting to talk to cement then him. Actually I've tried since and really- it is. So I run into him downtown after the bars close and casually I say "hello" and he starts yelling obscenities at me and calling all sorts of derogatory names. I had no idea why. I just ignored him, kind of laughed but then he kept going. So I walked closer to him and said, "maybe if you had a better personality I would call you back- thanks for proving to me that I was wrong." I will refer to him as "cement man."
I then walked away and started to get into my friends car, as a large woman which will remain race less ran into me and almost knocked me over. I said, "okay, really?" and then an expletive. She turned around and said "WHAT YOU SAY?" and she bounded toward me with a smile on her face and punched me in the eye. No major injuries- actually none at all which was wierd. No black eye- it didn't even hurt. Wierd, I know.
Then that next Thursday I ran into cement man in a bar as it was closing. He was with two attractive women that seemed about his age and he began yelling at me again. He was drunk of course, but he just kept yelling, so I walk up to him and I say, "You know, you are about to be 30 years old and you are in a bar at 2AM yelling obscenities at a significantly younger person than you, grow up." And I walked away, and yes, I really do talk like that.
So then- today I am working on paperwork for my sorority, in which I am the President of. I've been spending about 25-30 hours a week for the last two weeks getting things together, contacting people, and paperwork. I am getting things together for fall semester- and I get a text from a random number telling me that I had dialed one of my ex boyfriends last night and that it was his girlfriend. She told me I had called at 1:17AM. REALLY LADY?
So this is what I was doing last night- I am not even lying- Last night at about 5PM I went into work at Applebees, I was serving tables. I was busy all night- probably the only one that was busy but none-the-less I was picking up tables, taking parties, kickin ass and takin' names.(I wish I was kickin' ass- Applebee customers is a whole other blog) I had gotten screwed over because the floor chart changed and I had the worst section- yet the hostesses liked me so they just kept filling up my sections even though we weren't really busy. By 9:00PM my sales were 580$ with two parties still waiting to cash out which would put me at about 100$ in tips. (which is good for how slow we were and it was only 9PM!)
I was texting some girls in my sorority trying to work out some things for the semester- yes doing business while on the other job- and my phone died around 12:30ish. It's hard to tell because I was so busy that I didn't really have time to look at my phone. So I just dealt with it and kept going. The last table I picked up I found a 20$ bill underneath it while I was cleaning. I was really excited and thought that maybe my luck was beginning to turn around because the night before I had found 5$ in the trash at Applebees when I was throwing food away (and yes I kept both)...I figured if anyone was complaining about missing money at the end of the night I would tell them that I had found it- but nope- no one had so I got to keep it. 210$ later (in ONE SHIFT!) I was clockin' out and going home- after I had been screwed over- had mostly all of the tables in the restaurant and closed both BACK AND FRONT OF HOUSE...so you know what I did- I came home and jumped on my email to see what kind of responses I had gotten from the girls (in my sorority) and national- trying to get everything ready for recruitment and our national visit. I then went into bed and fell asleep around 3:30AM and woke up around 11AM.
I went down stairs, talked with my mom, around 12PM I had lunch, then I came upstairs and have been working on changes for the semester, paperwork, and emails for the last 3 hours- still in my PJ's. I get a random text.
"Hey... This is Anna Tim's girlfriend and I just wanted to tell you to leave him alone! This is enough seriously and then you call at one in the morning from a private number its ridiculous he tried to be polite and I tried to let him handle it but this has gone too far!"
Backgroud- so Tim and I have history- history being that for about five years we went back and forth trying to pretend like we were compatible- nope- not so much. I had one last attempt in the Spring...after that I sent him a LONG email explaining all my thoughts and actions over the last 5 years- he never responded. (He's now in a relationship (with -Anna-)) So, I thought- okay, what a jerk? I spent 5 years of my life (well really just segments) trying to make something work- or at least an idea work and he doesn't even have the decency to email me back...whatever.
This is where I may have made a mistake- around 2 months later I sent him a Happy Birthday- myspace message- no meaning intended- just to say Happy Birthday because I LOVE birthdays and you know- he was a part of my life for awhile- so I thought it was legit. Well I got a really mean response- in which I contemplated writing him back but then I said- you know- I really am done and I don't care. Although he's 24 years old he is emotionally and mentally setback when it comes to any type of relationship (romantic or not) about 10 years (that was a constant fight for us) and so I realized he wouldn't appreciate small friendly gestures like that.
After my good fortune last night- I figured things were turning around- then I get this text from the girlfriend. Which- I get it- she doesn't know me, I don't know her- but seriously I live in NC. I would never change my plans for a guy- so moving to Florida where this boy lives is out of the question (too hot there anyways!). There's no chance for Tim and I, so there is nothing to really protect? But, I get it, she is protecting her ground, but really am I threat? And secondly- how would you know I tried to block my number and it showed up anyways? I don't know, I don't really get it. All I know is that my phone was completely dead at the alleged time I called this boy and that he isn't even programmed into my phone.
Which brings me to my next question- is this part of T-Mobile's new features? You can now dial old numbers deleted out of your phone, while its dead? And my final question is, can I upgrade, call God and ask Him what I did in my life to deserve these crazy things?
So all of this has inspired me- I am going to blog on my journey to becoming a better person, physically, mentally, and with relationships(friendly and possibly romantic ?). For the next 100 days I will do something nice everyday and be more positive (which I usually go out of my way to do but now I will record it as physical evidence that I don't do bad things (intentionally, anyways)) and I will blog about what happens to me in my daily routine. And we will see if it really is possible to get a clean slate and attract positive energy.
The first course of action- which has been in the works for a long time- Don't talk to any ex boyfriends. The only one I have to work on is this one guy that no matter how many times I try to piss him off so he won't talk to me again he texts me a couple months later, bothers me, and then the cycle begins. I have to get myself together and nicely say, "Please leave me alone" But I can't be nice because he is SO DENSE, so that will be challenge number one. He is on roids though so I am sure I will reap some kind of havok.
Tonight- Greenville- Tomorrow the beginning of the end of my term as President- and the new school year- my senior year of college...
Cheers to new beginnings and letting things end peacefully!
Best,
Heidi
I guess I should begin with the first two crazy things. Well on the fourth of July weekend I ran into a man that I had gone on a date with ONCE. Nothing happened kids, just your typical dinner and then literally I tried to dash. He was so boring. He had no personality- nothing to offer, he was 28 years old and markets cement. CEMENT. I think it would be more interesting to talk to cement then him. Actually I've tried since and really- it is. So I run into him downtown after the bars close and casually I say "hello" and he starts yelling obscenities at me and calling all sorts of derogatory names. I had no idea why. I just ignored him, kind of laughed but then he kept going. So I walked closer to him and said, "maybe if you had a better personality I would call you back- thanks for proving to me that I was wrong." I will refer to him as "cement man."
I then walked away and started to get into my friends car, as a large woman which will remain race less ran into me and almost knocked me over. I said, "okay, really?" and then an expletive. She turned around and said "WHAT YOU SAY?" and she bounded toward me with a smile on her face and punched me in the eye. No major injuries- actually none at all which was wierd. No black eye- it didn't even hurt. Wierd, I know.
Then that next Thursday I ran into cement man in a bar as it was closing. He was with two attractive women that seemed about his age and he began yelling at me again. He was drunk of course, but he just kept yelling, so I walk up to him and I say, "You know, you are about to be 30 years old and you are in a bar at 2AM yelling obscenities at a significantly younger person than you, grow up." And I walked away, and yes, I really do talk like that.
So then- today I am working on paperwork for my sorority, in which I am the President of. I've been spending about 25-30 hours a week for the last two weeks getting things together, contacting people, and paperwork. I am getting things together for fall semester- and I get a text from a random number telling me that I had dialed one of my ex boyfriends last night and that it was his girlfriend. She told me I had called at 1:17AM. REALLY LADY?
So this is what I was doing last night- I am not even lying- Last night at about 5PM I went into work at Applebees, I was serving tables. I was busy all night- probably the only one that was busy but none-the-less I was picking up tables, taking parties, kickin ass and takin' names.(I wish I was kickin' ass- Applebee customers is a whole other blog) I had gotten screwed over because the floor chart changed and I had the worst section- yet the hostesses liked me so they just kept filling up my sections even though we weren't really busy. By 9:00PM my sales were 580$ with two parties still waiting to cash out which would put me at about 100$ in tips. (which is good for how slow we were and it was only 9PM!)
I was texting some girls in my sorority trying to work out some things for the semester- yes doing business while on the other job- and my phone died around 12:30ish. It's hard to tell because I was so busy that I didn't really have time to look at my phone. So I just dealt with it and kept going. The last table I picked up I found a 20$ bill underneath it while I was cleaning. I was really excited and thought that maybe my luck was beginning to turn around because the night before I had found 5$ in the trash at Applebees when I was throwing food away (and yes I kept both)...I figured if anyone was complaining about missing money at the end of the night I would tell them that I had found it- but nope- no one had so I got to keep it. 210$ later (in ONE SHIFT!) I was clockin' out and going home- after I had been screwed over- had mostly all of the tables in the restaurant and closed both BACK AND FRONT OF HOUSE...so you know what I did- I came home and jumped on my email to see what kind of responses I had gotten from the girls (in my sorority) and national- trying to get everything ready for recruitment and our national visit. I then went into bed and fell asleep around 3:30AM and woke up around 11AM.
I went down stairs, talked with my mom, around 12PM I had lunch, then I came upstairs and have been working on changes for the semester, paperwork, and emails for the last 3 hours- still in my PJ's. I get a random text.
"Hey... This is Anna Tim's girlfriend and I just wanted to tell you to leave him alone! This is enough seriously and then you call at one in the morning from a private number its ridiculous he tried to be polite and I tried to let him handle it but this has gone too far!"
Backgroud- so Tim and I have history- history being that for about five years we went back and forth trying to pretend like we were compatible- nope- not so much. I had one last attempt in the Spring...after that I sent him a LONG email explaining all my thoughts and actions over the last 5 years- he never responded. (He's now in a relationship (with -Anna-)) So, I thought- okay, what a jerk? I spent 5 years of my life (well really just segments) trying to make something work- or at least an idea work and he doesn't even have the decency to email me back...whatever.
This is where I may have made a mistake- around 2 months later I sent him a Happy Birthday- myspace message- no meaning intended- just to say Happy Birthday because I LOVE birthdays and you know- he was a part of my life for awhile- so I thought it was legit. Well I got a really mean response- in which I contemplated writing him back but then I said- you know- I really am done and I don't care. Although he's 24 years old he is emotionally and mentally setback when it comes to any type of relationship (romantic or not) about 10 years (that was a constant fight for us) and so I realized he wouldn't appreciate small friendly gestures like that.
After my good fortune last night- I figured things were turning around- then I get this text from the girlfriend. Which- I get it- she doesn't know me, I don't know her- but seriously I live in NC. I would never change my plans for a guy- so moving to Florida where this boy lives is out of the question (too hot there anyways!). There's no chance for Tim and I, so there is nothing to really protect? But, I get it, she is protecting her ground, but really am I threat? And secondly- how would you know I tried to block my number and it showed up anyways? I don't know, I don't really get it. All I know is that my phone was completely dead at the alleged time I called this boy and that he isn't even programmed into my phone.
Which brings me to my next question- is this part of T-Mobile's new features? You can now dial old numbers deleted out of your phone, while its dead? And my final question is, can I upgrade, call God and ask Him what I did in my life to deserve these crazy things?
So all of this has inspired me- I am going to blog on my journey to becoming a better person, physically, mentally, and with relationships(friendly and possibly romantic ?). For the next 100 days I will do something nice everyday and be more positive (which I usually go out of my way to do but now I will record it as physical evidence that I don't do bad things (intentionally, anyways)) and I will blog about what happens to me in my daily routine. And we will see if it really is possible to get a clean slate and attract positive energy.
The first course of action- which has been in the works for a long time- Don't talk to any ex boyfriends. The only one I have to work on is this one guy that no matter how many times I try to piss him off so he won't talk to me again he texts me a couple months later, bothers me, and then the cycle begins. I have to get myself together and nicely say, "Please leave me alone" But I can't be nice because he is SO DENSE, so that will be challenge number one. He is on roids though so I am sure I will reap some kind of havok.
Tonight- Greenville- Tomorrow the beginning of the end of my term as President- and the new school year- my senior year of college...
Cheers to new beginnings and letting things end peacefully!
Best,
Heidi
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