ALWAYS USE SUBJECTS IN EMAILS! This bothers me beyond belief. It actually enrages me.
When you receive oh... anywhere from 25-50 emails a day a subject line is GREATLY appreciated. Plus it allows for filing...I have 76 folders in my inbox and counting. I can't believe I just counted all of those- but yes, 76. So friends, subject lines= must have them.
You ask, "why don't you just delete them and not read them?" - BECAUSE I AM NOSY - okay. This is true. It would bother me more to delete an email and not read it then it would to be frustrated that there is no subject line.
I would probably lay awake in my bed all night wondering about the email until I pulled up the deleted email and read it, so that's why I read them.... (damnit)
How angry were you when you saw the title? Were you like.... WTF, Heidi? WTF? I kind of am right now. It makes me not even want to read this post.
:-)
No, but seriously, use subjects in emails, in the bizzz world people won't even take a second look at the email if there's no subject.
You might say, "well what if I don't know what the subject should be?"
Then I might answer, "then there's no reason for an email."
:-)
Have a good day!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Guys who date girls but still like other girls
Recently I have witnessed the ignorance that it is to be a stupid girl, no offense.
Most girls go into these situations (guys with girlfriends) and don't really ask the guy to make a move, they just kind of wait it out. Go into the situation (if you dare) as in, "you need to make a decision." Ladies, if he hasn't dumped her within a week- he's not going to. PERIOD. It is unfortunate but so many times girls get dragged along and become the ultimate "other girl."
Another thing to NEVER do is ... be physical with the guy. Okay, this opens up the door for a WHOOLLLLEEEE LOTTAAA Drama and heartache. Let's face it- you feel a little cheated when the light bulb goes off that he's only using you....
Better yet, don't bother with guys with girlfriends. If they are willing to pay attention to you while they are with someone else- what does this tell you? Think hard.
Plus, THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TO THINK ABOUT IS...the girlfriend. I know this is hard especially when you think you really care/want to be with someone, but think about if you were the girlfriend. If we all thought like this, no one would get cheated on...how wonderful would that be? No fights about speculating other realtionships or whereabouts... I think it sounds glorious. Try it, it will change your mind.
Here's the long and short of it, guys that like other girls but are in a relationship...
well ladies, there's just one way to describe these people : DOUCHE BAGS.
And lastly- be sure to voice this to them. Not in a psycho crazy girl slash their tires fill their gas tank with water way, but a simple, "you are a bad person" will suffice. At least someone told them, so one day when they get burned they'll be like..."what was that girl's name? ...she told me so"
Just don't do it. Be smart. And remember, there are other single fish in the sea that don't cheat. And if you have been the "other" girl before, it's okay. Today's a new day, we all make mistakes, just start makng better choices now!
Most girls go into these situations (guys with girlfriends) and don't really ask the guy to make a move, they just kind of wait it out. Go into the situation (if you dare) as in, "you need to make a decision." Ladies, if he hasn't dumped her within a week- he's not going to. PERIOD. It is unfortunate but so many times girls get dragged along and become the ultimate "other girl."
Another thing to NEVER do is ... be physical with the guy. Okay, this opens up the door for a WHOOLLLLEEEE LOTTAAA Drama and heartache. Let's face it- you feel a little cheated when the light bulb goes off that he's only using you....
Better yet, don't bother with guys with girlfriends. If they are willing to pay attention to you while they are with someone else- what does this tell you? Think hard.
Plus, THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TO THINK ABOUT IS...the girlfriend. I know this is hard especially when you think you really care/want to be with someone, but think about if you were the girlfriend. If we all thought like this, no one would get cheated on...how wonderful would that be? No fights about speculating other realtionships or whereabouts... I think it sounds glorious. Try it, it will change your mind.
Here's the long and short of it, guys that like other girls but are in a relationship...
well ladies, there's just one way to describe these people : DOUCHE BAGS.
And lastly- be sure to voice this to them. Not in a psycho crazy girl slash their tires fill their gas tank with water way, but a simple, "you are a bad person" will suffice. At least someone told them, so one day when they get burned they'll be like..."what was that girl's name? ...she told me so"
Just don't do it. Be smart. And remember, there are other single fish in the sea that don't cheat. And if you have been the "other" girl before, it's okay. Today's a new day, we all make mistakes, just start makng better choices now!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Just like the lady in the gold pants...
Let me tell you, my mid-morning snack (although delightful) was not needed today. A lady in the office came in and asked me to take my advisors camera down to an event she was at at *"Our Place." So I did, boy was it a treat. There was some type of women's club experiencing some delicious food at "Our Place." So I sat there for a while and took it all in. As the ladies (ranging from late 40's to 60's) were getting listening to the speech given from the head teacher I noticed one that stood out. The lady in the gold pants. Let me tell you... I want to be like her when I get older.
She walks up to me, gold shiny pants, black and white leopard print shirt, gaudy gold necklace and bleach blond hair with striking red lipstick. But here's the thing, sounds tacky- no, this lady was kickin' ass and takin' names before she joined us at "Our Place." She walks up to me, studies me from head to toe and then back again...
"So, who are you?" She had a northern accent mixed with a old smoky cowboy accent. She asked me interested but suspicious. I told her who I was. "Oh, I see. Well, that's great then" she said it as if she seemed relieved I wasn't some type of party crasher. She then turned around and with a swag in her step walked up to the hors d'eurvs. It was really a staple moment in my life. The lady in the gold pants, she was sassy yet mysterious.
*"Our Place" is the restaurant downtown at CFCC that culinary students run. I have had a few run ins with said restaurant. Phenomenal. The food is ... beyond belief. It is probably the best food I have had going out to eat...ever. And each time it has been free for me! (score).
So I have two more hours...
.......not sure what I will do. BUT YAY FOR FRIDAY!
She walks up to me, gold shiny pants, black and white leopard print shirt, gaudy gold necklace and bleach blond hair with striking red lipstick. But here's the thing, sounds tacky- no, this lady was kickin' ass and takin' names before she joined us at "Our Place." She walks up to me, studies me from head to toe and then back again...
"So, who are you?" She had a northern accent mixed with a old smoky cowboy accent. She asked me interested but suspicious. I told her who I was. "Oh, I see. Well, that's great then" she said it as if she seemed relieved I wasn't some type of party crasher. She then turned around and with a swag in her step walked up to the hors d'eurvs. It was really a staple moment in my life. The lady in the gold pants, she was sassy yet mysterious.
*"Our Place" is the restaurant downtown at CFCC that culinary students run. I have had a few run ins with said restaurant. Phenomenal. The food is ... beyond belief. It is probably the best food I have had going out to eat...ever. And each time it has been free for me! (score).
So I have two more hours...
.......not sure what I will do. BUT YAY FOR FRIDAY!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
The alacricity of the denoument is innocuous.
I have no idea if the title even makes sense. In preparation for the GRE I have decided to use ridiculous words for the title...
Okay, the last couple of days have SUCKED. But- that's not being negative. I will now give case and point of why they have sucked. See, reality.
Monday- Highlights of the awful day: Window in my car wouldn't roll up (happened again today) My car window is literally down in the parking garage downtown, so please feel free to steal the tripod, sigma shirts, and trash. Had a meeting with someone that I am doing an event for...she is difficult now... she didn't believe me that some people were not listed in the phone book. I grabbed her a phone book. It was different than the one I had used.... they were listed. (oh, hey, I grabbed her an older one. The one's that were listed- yeah- out of order) but who wants to listen to me? Parked on the 6th floor of the parking deck at the end of the day, elevator broken. Me in heels, 12 flights of stairs. GLORIOUS.
Tuesday- not so bad. Did a little bit of *parking lot stalking. It was a victorious day.
Wednesday- UGH. WEDNESDAY. Nothing too bad. I was a little late to the internship BECAUSE my car window again wouldn't roll up. so, AGAIN, feel free to steal the listed items above.
*Parking lot stalking. This has become a little challenge every Tuesday and Thursday. I pull into the lot on campus in between Bear and Deloach and by the library. You stalk out people walking through the parking lot and try to determine if they are going to their car. Meanwhile there are 5+ other cars looking for the same spot. So you creep around corners and pretty much speed on the straightaways. Now there are a few helpful hints in PARKING LOT STALKING ... watch for people who reach into their pocket, holding their keys, and are walking determined to a destination. Tricky people are the ones on their phone, walking down the line of parked cars or through the cars to get to another building or lot. Now, you have to be careful to watch in front of you and behind you. This week I have almost hit 2 people. That ... that's really an automatic FAIL...well if you hit them.
So anyways, then you keep stalking out until you find a spot. I think time factors in here too and how many times you drive around the lot. I have been known to drive around the lot about 10 or so times. It's pretty crazy. But I typically find a spot and let me tell you- it is invigorating. It is like a personal victory for the day.
...and then my car window doesn't roll up and I have to pack all my valuables in my big purple purse.
Group meetings x2 tonight after my 9-5 day. FML.
My advisor has caught me on Facebook, Twitter, and now walked in on me blogging in just one day. Glorious. Glorious, my friends.
:-)
Okay, the last couple of days have SUCKED. But- that's not being negative. I will now give case and point of why they have sucked. See, reality.
Monday- Highlights of the awful day: Window in my car wouldn't roll up (happened again today) My car window is literally down in the parking garage downtown, so please feel free to steal the tripod, sigma shirts, and trash. Had a meeting with someone that I am doing an event for...she is difficult now... she didn't believe me that some people were not listed in the phone book. I grabbed her a phone book. It was different than the one I had used.... they were listed. (oh, hey, I grabbed her an older one. The one's that were listed- yeah- out of order) but who wants to listen to me? Parked on the 6th floor of the parking deck at the end of the day, elevator broken. Me in heels, 12 flights of stairs. GLORIOUS.
Tuesday- not so bad. Did a little bit of *parking lot stalking. It was a victorious day.
Wednesday- UGH. WEDNESDAY. Nothing too bad. I was a little late to the internship BECAUSE my car window again wouldn't roll up. so, AGAIN, feel free to steal the listed items above.
*Parking lot stalking. This has become a little challenge every Tuesday and Thursday. I pull into the lot on campus in between Bear and Deloach and by the library. You stalk out people walking through the parking lot and try to determine if they are going to their car. Meanwhile there are 5+ other cars looking for the same spot. So you creep around corners and pretty much speed on the straightaways. Now there are a few helpful hints in PARKING LOT STALKING ... watch for people who reach into their pocket, holding their keys, and are walking determined to a destination. Tricky people are the ones on their phone, walking down the line of parked cars or through the cars to get to another building or lot. Now, you have to be careful to watch in front of you and behind you. This week I have almost hit 2 people. That ... that's really an automatic FAIL...well if you hit them.
So anyways, then you keep stalking out until you find a spot. I think time factors in here too and how many times you drive around the lot. I have been known to drive around the lot about 10 or so times. It's pretty crazy. But I typically find a spot and let me tell you- it is invigorating. It is like a personal victory for the day.
...and then my car window doesn't roll up and I have to pack all my valuables in my big purple purse.
Group meetings x2 tonight after my 9-5 day. FML.
My advisor has caught me on Facebook, Twitter, and now walked in on me blogging in just one day. Glorious. Glorious, my friends.
:-)
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Glorious Victory
I had my first experience with Beerfest Saturday...
...that's right...
.....Drink it in.....
Let me tell you. VIP is the way to go, my friends. I was able to try like 20 beers by the time the masses were allowed through the gates. It was well worth the money for the ticket. There were three tents with massive amounts of distributers there, it was glorious.
I would do it again...
...possibly every weekend if I had the chance.
Glorious Victory.
...that's right...
.....Drink it in.....
Let me tell you. VIP is the way to go, my friends. I was able to try like 20 beers by the time the masses were allowed through the gates. It was well worth the money for the ticket. There were three tents with massive amounts of distributers there, it was glorious.
I would do it again...
...possibly every weekend if I had the chance.
Glorious Victory.
Friday, October 16, 2009
1) I'm not negative, I'm realistic
I have had a few occurances over the last month of people saying that I am negative...
I don't doubt that I am negative at times. As a matter of fact, I would venture to say that everyone thinks a negative thought at least one to five times a day. I have been told a few times that I favor the negative side of life. So in light of this discovery I have decided I would take a step back and re-evaluate my thoughts, actions, and comments.
The results have been shocking...
First, I had to figure out exactly what constitutes "negative." I mean, really, what is negative? Where is the grey line between negativity and reality? Let's take a look at this... I say, "that won't work because of (X)" Is that being negative if it is legit? If something REALLY WON'T work because of (X)? I don't think that's negativity, I think it's reality, especially if you have experience with said (X). Is it negative if someone says, "they are always like this, it doesn't change" if someone knows that it never changes...it is always like that and although one has tried to change something, it continues the same? What constitutes realistic? I feel that if someone says something and backs it up with and experience or reason then I say that's realistic. If someone says, "today sucks" and someone says, "why" and that person says, "today sucks because I woke up late, stubbed my toe on the scale in my bathroom, weighed myself saw that I gained weight, and my boyfriend dumped me over text etc..." I would say, "yeah, realistically...that sucks." Consequently, if someone answered, "today sucks because it just does..." I'd say that was being negative. Wouldn't you agree?
I don't tell people how to live their life. True, I may make suggestions as to what would make their life a little better, them complain less, and be a more enjoyable experience, but I don't tell people how to live there life. So, why am I criticized so much for having the attitude I have? It works for me. I have friends, they like to be around me (or so I think) and I get things accomplished. What does my attitude have to do with anytthing? Just because SOME people don't like it, why does it matter? I do what I do, I get things done, and for what I am trying to accomplish right now I am very successful.
SO BACK OFF, PEOPLE!
Does this post seem like I am defending myself? Most definitly am. I am so sick of everyone constantly looking and criticizing people...maybe it's about time people look at themselves and the lives they lead... I bet that would be pretty shocking...maybe too much to handle.
I believe everything happens for a reason, consequently I believe that everything works out the way it should, even if it isn't the desired result. I've learned that life isn't fair because a lot of times I have been put in situations that haven't turned out in my favor. Why? Because naturally I take leadership roles and that is what leaders typically have to deal with. Shit turning sour. My experiences have made me see a situation for what it is. The gory details of a situation, that's what I analyze. The bottom line is that, no, I do not live my life in a flowery abyss that every day is a sun shining day and the world is perfect. To me, that’s not realistic. I am practical, I work with what I have and don’t just rely on the stars to align for things to happen. Negative to you? Maybe...but not to me...it's all in your perception!
In conclusion, negativity is all how you frame it in your mind. It is your perception based on your thought patterns and experiences. You say negative, I say realistic.
Deal with it.
I don't doubt that I am negative at times. As a matter of fact, I would venture to say that everyone thinks a negative thought at least one to five times a day. I have been told a few times that I favor the negative side of life. So in light of this discovery I have decided I would take a step back and re-evaluate my thoughts, actions, and comments.
The results have been shocking...
First, I had to figure out exactly what constitutes "negative." I mean, really, what is negative? Where is the grey line between negativity and reality? Let's take a look at this... I say, "that won't work because of (X)" Is that being negative if it is legit? If something REALLY WON'T work because of (X)? I don't think that's negativity, I think it's reality, especially if you have experience with said (X). Is it negative if someone says, "they are always like this, it doesn't change" if someone knows that it never changes...it is always like that and although one has tried to change something, it continues the same? What constitutes realistic? I feel that if someone says something and backs it up with and experience or reason then I say that's realistic. If someone says, "today sucks" and someone says, "why" and that person says, "today sucks because I woke up late, stubbed my toe on the scale in my bathroom, weighed myself saw that I gained weight, and my boyfriend dumped me over text etc..." I would say, "yeah, realistically...that sucks." Consequently, if someone answered, "today sucks because it just does..." I'd say that was being negative. Wouldn't you agree?
I don't tell people how to live their life. True, I may make suggestions as to what would make their life a little better, them complain less, and be a more enjoyable experience, but I don't tell people how to live there life. So, why am I criticized so much for having the attitude I have? It works for me. I have friends, they like to be around me (or so I think) and I get things accomplished. What does my attitude have to do with anytthing? Just because SOME people don't like it, why does it matter? I do what I do, I get things done, and for what I am trying to accomplish right now I am very successful.
SO BACK OFF, PEOPLE!
Does this post seem like I am defending myself? Most definitly am. I am so sick of everyone constantly looking and criticizing people...maybe it's about time people look at themselves and the lives they lead... I bet that would be pretty shocking...maybe too much to handle.
I believe everything happens for a reason, consequently I believe that everything works out the way it should, even if it isn't the desired result. I've learned that life isn't fair because a lot of times I have been put in situations that haven't turned out in my favor. Why? Because naturally I take leadership roles and that is what leaders typically have to deal with. Shit turning sour. My experiences have made me see a situation for what it is. The gory details of a situation, that's what I analyze. The bottom line is that, no, I do not live my life in a flowery abyss that every day is a sun shining day and the world is perfect. To me, that’s not realistic. I am practical, I work with what I have and don’t just rely on the stars to align for things to happen. Negative to you? Maybe...but not to me...it's all in your perception!
In conclusion, negativity is all how you frame it in your mind. It is your perception based on your thought patterns and experiences. You say negative, I say realistic.
Deal with it.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I'm just snarky today...
Rock-A-Thon went extremely well on Monday. We raised over $1700 for our philanthropy. I am really happy that everything worked out as well as it did. I was there from 7am to 9pm. I ate my lunch in a rocking chair and then I ate my dinner in front of a rocking chair- so there's dedication for ya!
Some interesting things have happened in my life. Yesterday myself and some of the officers cleaned out the storage unit. Boy, did we find some good stuff in there. I believe I left with 10 2XL shirts because at some point in my life I am thinking that I would like to wear them...what was I thinking? Have any of you ever seen the show "Hoarders" ...basically it is these people that have a sickness- they can't throw out their junk so it just accumulates until they can barely live in their house. It's a serious problem. It ruins families, lives, and houses. I'm just saying- anyways I was noticing some tendencies from myself in which Thank JESUS that I had Kate there to tell me we were throwing things away. It's true we will never need puff balls or alphabet blocks (we are donating them to the boys and girls club)...
The lady that runs the storage unit helped take some of our things to the dumpster. She let us ride on her golf cart which was pretty sweet, although I was hanging on for dear life sitting on the back of the golf cart...she kept referring to her butt as a "bodunky" and how she was clipping bushes or something and the ladder fell and she was hanging on the side of the storage unit. I wish we would have gotten to see that. Not because I think it's funny she was hanging off the side of a storage unit and could have seriously hurt herself but because she was hanging off the side of a storage unit. It just feels like something that would happen to me. LIke the time that was at said storage unit and locked my car keys in the little space between the door and the trunk.
Okay- let me explain. I was grabbing a box out of my trunk and set my keys on the trunk area (think 2001 Silver Pontiac Sunfire)... its at the top of the back of the car, it dips down a little where the door meets the car. (Not the front half of the trunk) .... does this make sense? It would be ideal if Courtney actually taught me how to put pics on this bad boy from my phone... *cough cough* still waiting.
So I throw the keys over there and on my way out without thinking, I shut the trunk. I go to get in my car and realize- hey, I can't start it wwithout the keys. But where did I put them? I can't figure it out at this point. OHHH HEYYYY keys in the crease between the car and trunk door. I pulled down the back seat and climbed into the trunk, couldn't reach it enough to slip it through the crack. OHH you ask, why don't I just pop the trunk? Simple- that's not an option unless you have the key lock thing which at this point was locked IN the trunk. So I sat there for a minute or two with my head in my hands hanging out the driver side with the door open... A PEN. Yes- a PEN. I got a pen, stuck it in the crack, hit the trunk pop button and viola! BACK IN BUSINESS LADIES AND GENTS, BACK IN BUSINESS.
So just call me Mcguiver.
That's all for this one.
Some interesting things have happened in my life. Yesterday myself and some of the officers cleaned out the storage unit. Boy, did we find some good stuff in there. I believe I left with 10 2XL shirts because at some point in my life I am thinking that I would like to wear them...what was I thinking? Have any of you ever seen the show "Hoarders" ...basically it is these people that have a sickness- they can't throw out their junk so it just accumulates until they can barely live in their house. It's a serious problem. It ruins families, lives, and houses. I'm just saying- anyways I was noticing some tendencies from myself in which Thank JESUS that I had Kate there to tell me we were throwing things away. It's true we will never need puff balls or alphabet blocks (we are donating them to the boys and girls club)...
The lady that runs the storage unit helped take some of our things to the dumpster. She let us ride on her golf cart which was pretty sweet, although I was hanging on for dear life sitting on the back of the golf cart...she kept referring to her butt as a "bodunky" and how she was clipping bushes or something and the ladder fell and she was hanging on the side of the storage unit. I wish we would have gotten to see that. Not because I think it's funny she was hanging off the side of a storage unit and could have seriously hurt herself but because she was hanging off the side of a storage unit. It just feels like something that would happen to me. LIke the time that was at said storage unit and locked my car keys in the little space between the door and the trunk.
Okay- let me explain. I was grabbing a box out of my trunk and set my keys on the trunk area (think 2001 Silver Pontiac Sunfire)... its at the top of the back of the car, it dips down a little where the door meets the car. (Not the front half of the trunk) .... does this make sense? It would be ideal if Courtney actually taught me how to put pics on this bad boy from my phone... *cough cough* still waiting.
So I throw the keys over there and on my way out without thinking, I shut the trunk. I go to get in my car and realize- hey, I can't start it wwithout the keys. But where did I put them? I can't figure it out at this point. OHHH HEYYYY keys in the crease between the car and trunk door. I pulled down the back seat and climbed into the trunk, couldn't reach it enough to slip it through the crack. OHH you ask, why don't I just pop the trunk? Simple- that's not an option unless you have the key lock thing which at this point was locked IN the trunk. So I sat there for a minute or two with my head in my hands hanging out the driver side with the door open... A PEN. Yes- a PEN. I got a pen, stuck it in the crack, hit the trunk pop button and viola! BACK IN BUSINESS LADIES AND GENTS, BACK IN BUSINESS.
So just call me Mcguiver.
That's all for this one.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Purple Purses and SunChips
Yesterday was my room mates birthday. We had a lovely afternoon shopping after I finished up stuff at the internship in the morning. Although I admit, I did something very naughty yesterday. I fell into my obsession and I purchased a purple Jessica Simpson purse. And I love it. The worst part of all is that I crack in stores under pressure (you can sell me anything, well JUST ABOUT anything when it comes to purses and make up) and the lady told me I would save about 20 dollars if I open up a Belk card. I immediately thought of all the things I could do with an extra 20 dollars... Last time I opened up a store's credit card I ended up forgetting I had it (F-U American Eagle)...I don't even plan on using it. I just got it for the amazing discount. I guess I will have to cancel it once I pay for my super cute purse.
I started reading two new books. Yes, at once. Wierd? Maybe- this way I won't get bored. I am getting excited- just as the semester is in the middle of chaos my life is somewhat slowing down (not really but KIND OF)...so I was at a book store this weekend and I love books. So - of course - I bought one *okay, three, but one isn't for me.* The first new book I am reading is "Bitter is the New Black" I can't figure out if I like it or not yet. The author is a total bia and I just don't know if I'm down with her style. We will see what happens next. And the second one, which I know I will love, but is hard to get into is "Have a Little Faith" by Mitch Albom <3 he is my favorite author! If you have never read a Mitch Albom book, then you are truly missing out.
In an effort to lose some weight or at least not gain any I have been seriously watching my portions. I have gone through great lengths for this endeavor. So much that I count out my SunChips. Now this is my question, if it says about 15 chips are a serving size and you pull out some and they are broken, what do they count as? I have been piecing chips together to make one. And you are thinking, "you have time to piece together chips, really?" and I say, "no, actually I don't." I guestimate which is exactly why I am sure that this diet won't probably work either. I am just trying to make better decisions, small portions, and eat more frequently as to keep my metabolism up.
I went to bed last night around 10:30 and I could not wake up on time this morning for the life of me, I believe I am getting sick because I feel it coming. Where's the Zicam!? Plus- I am still tired another indicator of sickness.
Today after an hour at the internship and no advisor I walked down to the place where we are having the event tonight to see if she was there. I was walking down a hill wearing a dress, and it was so windy that sand kept pelting my legs. Seriously pelting my legs and it hurt. It was like the time when I had to walk up hill both ways to school. ;-) Forutnately my dress didn't fly up because I hunkered it down with both hands. It was like a sand storm. I don't even know.
Anyways- enough for now. I have to be back at the internship in about an hour and I just want to relax for awhile.
I started reading two new books. Yes, at once. Wierd? Maybe- this way I won't get bored. I am getting excited- just as the semester is in the middle of chaos my life is somewhat slowing down (not really but KIND OF)...so I was at a book store this weekend and I love books. So - of course - I bought one *okay, three, but one isn't for me.* The first new book I am reading is "Bitter is the New Black" I can't figure out if I like it or not yet. The author is a total bia and I just don't know if I'm down with her style. We will see what happens next. And the second one, which I know I will love, but is hard to get into is "Have a Little Faith" by Mitch Albom <3 he is my favorite author! If you have never read a Mitch Albom book, then you are truly missing out.
In an effort to lose some weight or at least not gain any I have been seriously watching my portions. I have gone through great lengths for this endeavor. So much that I count out my SunChips. Now this is my question, if it says about 15 chips are a serving size and you pull out some and they are broken, what do they count as? I have been piecing chips together to make one. And you are thinking, "you have time to piece together chips, really?" and I say, "no, actually I don't." I guestimate which is exactly why I am sure that this diet won't probably work either. I am just trying to make better decisions, small portions, and eat more frequently as to keep my metabolism up.
I went to bed last night around 10:30 and I could not wake up on time this morning for the life of me, I believe I am getting sick because I feel it coming. Where's the Zicam!? Plus- I am still tired another indicator of sickness.
Today after an hour at the internship and no advisor I walked down to the place where we are having the event tonight to see if she was there. I was walking down a hill wearing a dress, and it was so windy that sand kept pelting my legs. Seriously pelting my legs and it hurt. It was like the time when I had to walk up hill both ways to school. ;-) Forutnately my dress didn't fly up because I hunkered it down with both hands. It was like a sand storm. I don't even know.
Anyways- enough for now. I have to be back at the internship in about an hour and I just want to relax for awhile.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Dear God, why do you hate me?
Since I left Catholic school in the 8th grade and moved on to bigger and better things (high school pshhh-- now college) I have struggled with what I believe. I believe there is a higher power (God) and I believe in Karma. I also believe that reincarnation is possible...kinda. See my version of purgatory is much like the Five People You Meet in Heaven. Mitch Albom's book became a theory for me. That when you die, you have interactions with people who have been a part of your life in a significant way (maybe you didn't even knew how significant they were)and through coming to some type of conclusion during that interaction you are able to move on to the next step. It's really genius if you ask me.
So that brings me to my next topic. Applebees. Now, I don't know where these people come from in Jacksonville, exactly what cave they crawl out of and exactly how they are able to survive in this world. I've always heard how Seattle, Washington is so diverse and the people there are all so crazy but when I look at Jacksonville- I think the same thing. Now- they all look a like with their high and tights, walking on the side of the road trying to get to the mall and then the nearest restaurant...most aren't old enough to drink and either way they will still cause a scene. Then you have the locals. There are three types of locals in Jacksonville. You have the upper class, country, locals. (They typically go out to eat in Swansboro) Then you have the people who work jobs like waitressing, retail, and whatever else is available and then go to bars that night and sleep all day- work- drink- play...whatever then you have the ones that I just can't figure out if they drove in from the outskirts ...but they obviously do not socialize much with humanity. Rude, hard to understand with thick southern accent and they don't know the difference between much of anything intelligent. And I am sorry- not all are like this of course, but a lot of them that come into Applebee's are and you will soon find out why I am so bitter.
I think on Friday I was taken advantage of. My co-workers know that I go back to Applebees to make the most money I can, so I will take just about any and all tables. But this particular Friday it had been a month since I had last served,I had been up since 7am and I just was messing everything up because my mind was everywhere but there.
Which let's just start off with Friday morning really- I wake up go to my internship...blah. Friday afternoon I go to Talk, Inc. so my advisor can do a usability test. Friday afternoon- she is asking me questions about this website that they are testing out. I'm sorry. I don't care. I'm not getting paid to do this. I have to hurry up and get home for a job where I will work all night (until 4AM, little did I know) and I just want to leave now.
Ps. Talk, Inc. was pretty chic and sweet. For Wilmington, it was pretty much high class PR firm and I liked it a lot. I hope to one day work in a place with such caliber.
I go to leave the parking deck and "OH HEYYYY" my missing parking pass (flew out of my car while driving) lands me a 5$ to park....why? you ask...because it's fall break for CFCC. Nice. My last 5$ to pay to be somewhere that I am volunteering my life this semester.
All right- so I get home stuff my face, change, go to work.
As I had mentioned before, taken advantage of. Turns out I pick up for a closer, the last closer there (I'll finish around 3am I thought) Around the end of the night the servers stop wanting to take tables, they start throwing them on my side of the restaurant. To make matters worse the parties are growing from 2 to 6 people, 3 to 8, 4 to 10 and they are all drinking- finishing their drinks at different times, our bartender is taking forever, so waiting for that. Mind you- it is 12:30AM. So this lady- with holiday earrings on (okay...lady (type 3 local). What holiday is it? Really? You have Columbus day earrings? DOUBTFUL. Those are Christmas earrings. Keep livin' the dream ma'am but it is only October. I'd at least go for some skull earrings that way people can't tell if you are in the Halloween spirit or you just like to wear them)... Anyways- she orders two beers (tall boys at that) because she doesn't want to wait for the beer when she is finished with one. - Back up lady. It takes a total of 5 minutes for you to get your beer, assuming there are no drops of beer left in the bottom.
So then there are these two men with two kids, sitting in smoking section (strike ONE) I f-ing hate that. And I don't care if you do it with your kids- you are making a terrible decision by doing that, poor parenting. I'll tell you what, I can barely handle serving the smoking sections so I can't imagine how a little kid feels. Again type 3 local, order pomegranite martines (8 dollars people, 8 dollars)... order steaks with shrimp parm topping (3 dollars extra) loaded mashed potatoes (2 dollars extra), two tall boys of BUD (heavy), next 2 shots of patron (what?! is this serious), oh don't forget the kid with the kid fingers and the other kid that just doesn't get to eat. So this man- he asks me if he can substitute the broccoli for shrimp. WOAH. WOAH, sir. DREAM BIG. When in the world do you really believe that shrimp can substitute for broccoli?!?!?!?!? REALLY!? They aren't the same at all. Not even in the slightest.
Either way- I'm super busy and I'm running around. His steak isn't cooked right (go F-ING FIGURE!)...I have my manager take it off and re-make it.
SOOOOOO...I put their check down with the steak on it it was 85ish dollars. Without the steak it was 65 dollars. I walk by and say, "I can take that as soon as you're ready" the man says, "He just went to go take care of it" (referring to the other man with the kids) I walk into the back to grab some things for other tables. When I come back out, my manager has their ticket up and I ask if she is closing the ticket. I asked if she had taken their card or if he closed out with her. NOPE. SOB's walked out on their check.
... ... ... Really? That just happened. I started to laugh. My table full of 6 Marines didn't seem to take pity on me because they tipped especially crappy. Which reminds me- why do I not receive good tips from Marines anymore? I don't really humor them anymore with my sarcastic remarks and dilly-dallying around to chat it up and joke around- now I am more like- okay- you are blowing smoke in my face, WTF do you want to drink and eat- not that hard. Maybe that's it. I don't know. Can't be sure.
Have you ever seen people that really enjoy watching Nascar watch Nascar. Now that is a sight to see. This guy cheers on his favorite car- "Just slip right in there!" "Come on! Come on!" etc. etc. It was crazy. All I'm sayin' is -- check it out.
So that brings me to my next topic. Applebees. Now, I don't know where these people come from in Jacksonville, exactly what cave they crawl out of and exactly how they are able to survive in this world. I've always heard how Seattle, Washington is so diverse and the people there are all so crazy but when I look at Jacksonville- I think the same thing. Now- they all look a like with their high and tights, walking on the side of the road trying to get to the mall and then the nearest restaurant...most aren't old enough to drink and either way they will still cause a scene. Then you have the locals. There are three types of locals in Jacksonville. You have the upper class, country, locals. (They typically go out to eat in Swansboro) Then you have the people who work jobs like waitressing, retail, and whatever else is available and then go to bars that night and sleep all day- work- drink- play...whatever then you have the ones that I just can't figure out if they drove in from the outskirts ...but they obviously do not socialize much with humanity. Rude, hard to understand with thick southern accent and they don't know the difference between much of anything intelligent. And I am sorry- not all are like this of course, but a lot of them that come into Applebee's are and you will soon find out why I am so bitter.
I think on Friday I was taken advantage of. My co-workers know that I go back to Applebees to make the most money I can, so I will take just about any and all tables. But this particular Friday it had been a month since I had last served,I had been up since 7am and I just was messing everything up because my mind was everywhere but there.
Which let's just start off with Friday morning really- I wake up go to my internship...blah. Friday afternoon I go to Talk, Inc. so my advisor can do a usability test. Friday afternoon- she is asking me questions about this website that they are testing out. I'm sorry. I don't care. I'm not getting paid to do this. I have to hurry up and get home for a job where I will work all night (until 4AM, little did I know) and I just want to leave now.
Ps. Talk, Inc. was pretty chic and sweet. For Wilmington, it was pretty much high class PR firm and I liked it a lot. I hope to one day work in a place with such caliber.
I go to leave the parking deck and "OH HEYYYY" my missing parking pass (flew out of my car while driving) lands me a 5$ to park....why? you ask...because it's fall break for CFCC. Nice. My last 5$ to pay to be somewhere that I am volunteering my life this semester.
All right- so I get home stuff my face, change, go to work.
As I had mentioned before, taken advantage of. Turns out I pick up for a closer, the last closer there (I'll finish around 3am I thought) Around the end of the night the servers stop wanting to take tables, they start throwing them on my side of the restaurant. To make matters worse the parties are growing from 2 to 6 people, 3 to 8, 4 to 10 and they are all drinking- finishing their drinks at different times, our bartender is taking forever, so waiting for that. Mind you- it is 12:30AM. So this lady- with holiday earrings on (okay...lady (type 3 local). What holiday is it? Really? You have Columbus day earrings? DOUBTFUL. Those are Christmas earrings. Keep livin' the dream ma'am but it is only October. I'd at least go for some skull earrings that way people can't tell if you are in the Halloween spirit or you just like to wear them)... Anyways- she orders two beers (tall boys at that) because she doesn't want to wait for the beer when she is finished with one. - Back up lady. It takes a total of 5 minutes for you to get your beer, assuming there are no drops of beer left in the bottom.
So then there are these two men with two kids, sitting in smoking section (strike ONE) I f-ing hate that. And I don't care if you do it with your kids- you are making a terrible decision by doing that, poor parenting. I'll tell you what, I can barely handle serving the smoking sections so I can't imagine how a little kid feels. Again type 3 local, order pomegranite martines (8 dollars people, 8 dollars)... order steaks with shrimp parm topping (3 dollars extra) loaded mashed potatoes (2 dollars extra), two tall boys of BUD (heavy), next 2 shots of patron (what?! is this serious), oh don't forget the kid with the kid fingers and the other kid that just doesn't get to eat. So this man- he asks me if he can substitute the broccoli for shrimp. WOAH. WOAH, sir. DREAM BIG. When in the world do you really believe that shrimp can substitute for broccoli?!?!?!?!? REALLY!? They aren't the same at all. Not even in the slightest.
Either way- I'm super busy and I'm running around. His steak isn't cooked right (go F-ING FIGURE!)...I have my manager take it off and re-make it.
SOOOOOO...I put their check down with the steak on it it was 85ish dollars. Without the steak it was 65 dollars. I walk by and say, "I can take that as soon as you're ready" the man says, "He just went to go take care of it" (referring to the other man with the kids) I walk into the back to grab some things for other tables. When I come back out, my manager has their ticket up and I ask if she is closing the ticket. I asked if she had taken their card or if he closed out with her. NOPE. SOB's walked out on their check.
... ... ... Really? That just happened. I started to laugh. My table full of 6 Marines didn't seem to take pity on me because they tipped especially crappy. Which reminds me- why do I not receive good tips from Marines anymore? I don't really humor them anymore with my sarcastic remarks and dilly-dallying around to chat it up and joke around- now I am more like- okay- you are blowing smoke in my face, WTF do you want to drink and eat- not that hard. Maybe that's it. I don't know. Can't be sure.
Have you ever seen people that really enjoy watching Nascar watch Nascar. Now that is a sight to see. This guy cheers on his favorite car- "Just slip right in there!" "Come on! Come on!" etc. etc. It was crazy. All I'm sayin' is -- check it out.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Excuse me, Mister
There is a very attractive man that works in the office across the building from me. Everyday I come in and I see him, we make eye contact, and I think, everyday, wow, that man is attractive. Today I was coming back from the bathroom, he said, "Hello."
It was glorious.
It was glorious.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
No Dumping
The other day as I was engaged in my email and listening to Pandora it all of the sudden shut off. I would say it was Monday- so the 28th. I thought it was one of those, "hey, we don't want to play to an empty room, are you there?" and I usually am like "yeah, I'm here all right, for the next 8 hours THANKS!" No not this time. Pandora cut me off. Pandora told me that I could only listen to 40 hours of free music a month, I could pay 99 cents and listen for the rest of the month (chea right) or I could buy a membership for like 99$. Really, Pandora? You just ripped on my heart and stomped all over it. Anyways- Today it is a celebrat-ion. October 1- I can begin my 40 hours of listening. I will be more frugal though, I can't have that black out again at the end of the month. I tried to find a free radio station...and Alot.com took over my browser. I not have a crazy tool bar- I really don't understand it. I downloaded something- frantic for free music. (FML)
For Rock-A-Thon I took about 2 or 3 hours of my life designing the perfect flyer. I played around with it alot- but am happy with the end result plus situating the ads were a bitch. Sent it off to the print shop. Mind you our colors are purple and white - so what is the poster supposed to be (PURPLE)...we send it off. And I'll be damned the flyers are pink. PINK. So I visit Ditto's today. They can't explain this. The man tells me that we aren't ECU. WHAT? I am not at ECU? Good thing I didn't wear my pirate costume and peg leg, otherwise I'd be really embarrassed. No sir, we sent a purple file because we want PURPLE. DUUUUUHHHHHHH...
No, he was really nice and helpful. So if you see pink flyers for Rock-A-Thon around campus- just know... printing job gone bad.
I'd like to address the gated/boarded area by my apartment. It appears to be some type of dumpster holder, HOWEVER, there are no dumpsters in it. It has a sign that says "No Dumping. Violators will be prosecuted" OKAY- I'm thinking false advertisement people. It looks like dumpsters. I don't know. I guess I won't throw my trash anymore into the empty gated area ;-). Just kidding Avalon, I never did.
Other than that- everything's been great. Working at the bees tomorrow. Should be a good time and an even better blog.
;-)
For Rock-A-Thon I took about 2 or 3 hours of my life designing the perfect flyer. I played around with it alot- but am happy with the end result plus situating the ads were a bitch. Sent it off to the print shop. Mind you our colors are purple and white - so what is the poster supposed to be (PURPLE)...we send it off. And I'll be damned the flyers are pink. PINK. So I visit Ditto's today. They can't explain this. The man tells me that we aren't ECU. WHAT? I am not at ECU? Good thing I didn't wear my pirate costume and peg leg, otherwise I'd be really embarrassed. No sir, we sent a purple file because we want PURPLE. DUUUUUHHHHHHH...
No, he was really nice and helpful. So if you see pink flyers for Rock-A-Thon around campus- just know... printing job gone bad.
I'd like to address the gated/boarded area by my apartment. It appears to be some type of dumpster holder, HOWEVER, there are no dumpsters in it. It has a sign that says "No Dumping. Violators will be prosecuted" OKAY- I'm thinking false advertisement people. It looks like dumpsters. I don't know. I guess I won't throw my trash anymore into the empty gated area ;-). Just kidding Avalon, I never did.
Other than that- everything's been great. Working at the bees tomorrow. Should be a good time and an even better blog.
;-)
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