Weird stuff happens in and around my office at OG. I mean, this was kinda weird... and Ms. Artsy who sits next to me told me about her run-ins at the Subway and AT&T around the corner... I just try to observe as much as I can for the sheer entertainment factor.
Thursday, I had to stay at the office longer than usual, which included the time where by body usually decides it's hungry. I left the office, went to subway, and proceeded to order a lovely little sandwich. While they put it in the little microwave to melt the cheese, I glanced around the place.
As I turned about 90 degrees toward the window, I noticed this lady sitting there by herself after eating her lunch. She pulls out a pocket mirror...
... and starts plucking her chin hairs.
W. T. F?!
IN public... AT the table where she just ate... ABSOLUTELY not ok.
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Saturday, May 1, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
To the rescue...
Last night, shenanigans began early for me. I met up with a few old coworkers at the restaurant I used to work at. It's probably the 3rd time I've been up there since I quit in December. It's SO crazy there that they've had to bring people in from other stores to cover shifts. There is no one to work there. (idea brewing in my head... pick up a few shifts on the weekends, not a bad idea!)
Anyway, met up with a few people there and had a few drinks (ugh, that place is SO expensive) and stuck around for a few hours. Guy number 8 was there and we bantered for a minute. Guy number 3 was also there, but I haven't told you any stories about him yet.
Fran called when she got done with work and we decided to meet up downtown. We ended up at the bar I was going to work at. We grabbed a drink and walked out to the porch and stood by the stairs. You know, scoping out the scene to see what we could see.
I see this somewhat attractive guy with a beer standing there being stand-offish to the girl that's talking to him. This girl has a belly. She has bright red flat shoes, a green top, skinny jeans, and some sort of ribbon around her midsection. She also has a way-too-short bob thing going on top of her head.
This is what happens, in perfect detail.
Girl: (inching close to dude) So, what school do you go to?
Dude: (tilts his beer up, looking around - past the girl)
Girl: (getting closer) What school do you go to?
[Me: (to Fran) I think this dude needs saving]
Dude: Umm. yah. I think my friends are around here somewhere.
Girl: (even closer) Oh, yah, I'm sure they are. But what school do you go to?
Dude: I think I see them. Hang on a sec. (moves about 6 feet away, sipping beer)
Girl: (follows him)
[Me: (to Fran) Yep, gonna move in.]
Me: (walks up to them, puts a finger in the air in her direction, and leans in his ear) I feel like you need to be rescued at this point.
Dude: The restrooms?
Me: (leaning in his ear again) No, dude, RESCUED. Act like you know me.
Dude: OMG! I DO know you from somewhere... you went to SMU, didn't you?
Me: YES! I knew it! I recognized you from SMU, that's right! What was your name again??
Dude: I'm Alex. What was yours?
Me: (shaking his hand, I tell him my name)
Dude: Wow! It's so great to see you!
She's still not leaving at this point. So, I pull the greatest move ever.
Me: Do you remember Fran?? (pointing to the stairs) You should come say hello!
Dude: Oh yah!
Success.
We got over to Fran and he was SO thankful. He thanked me a million times and went on his way. He said girl bought him a shot or something, so he took it. Never again, haha!
She returned to her friends and told them how I came between her and the catch of the night. Dirty looks made their way over to us, but I don't care. If she wants male attention, she shouldn't be so creepy!
Either way, I made his night, I guess, because later he brought us over and introduced us to all of his friends. He maintains that's the coolest thing a girl has ever done for him in his 23 years. We all exchanged numbers and will probably hang again soon.
Ah, the joys of lending a helping hand. Rewarding every single time. :) Haha!
Anyway, met up with a few people there and had a few drinks (ugh, that place is SO expensive) and stuck around for a few hours. Guy number 8 was there and we bantered for a minute. Guy number 3 was also there, but I haven't told you any stories about him yet.
Fran called when she got done with work and we decided to meet up downtown. We ended up at the bar I was going to work at. We grabbed a drink and walked out to the porch and stood by the stairs. You know, scoping out the scene to see what we could see.
I see this somewhat attractive guy with a beer standing there being stand-offish to the girl that's talking to him. This girl has a belly. She has bright red flat shoes, a green top, skinny jeans, and some sort of ribbon around her midsection. She also has a way-too-short bob thing going on top of her head.
This is what happens, in perfect detail.
Girl: (inching close to dude) So, what school do you go to?
Dude: (tilts his beer up, looking around - past the girl)
Girl: (getting closer) What school do you go to?
[Me: (to Fran) I think this dude needs saving]
Dude: Umm. yah. I think my friends are around here somewhere.
Girl: (even closer) Oh, yah, I'm sure they are. But what school do you go to?
Dude: I think I see them. Hang on a sec. (moves about 6 feet away, sipping beer)
Girl: (follows him)
[Me: (to Fran) Yep, gonna move in.]
Me: (walks up to them, puts a finger in the air in her direction, and leans in his ear) I feel like you need to be rescued at this point.
Dude: The restrooms?
Me: (leaning in his ear again) No, dude, RESCUED. Act like you know me.
Dude: OMG! I DO know you from somewhere... you went to SMU, didn't you?
Me: YES! I knew it! I recognized you from SMU, that's right! What was your name again??
Dude: I'm Alex. What was yours?
Me: (shaking his hand, I tell him my name)
Dude: Wow! It's so great to see you!
She's still not leaving at this point. So, I pull the greatest move ever.
Me: Do you remember Fran?? (pointing to the stairs) You should come say hello!
Dude: Oh yah!
Success.
We got over to Fran and he was SO thankful. He thanked me a million times and went on his way. He said girl bought him a shot or something, so he took it. Never again, haha!
She returned to her friends and told them how I came between her and the catch of the night. Dirty looks made their way over to us, but I don't care. If she wants male attention, she shouldn't be so creepy!
Either way, I made his night, I guess, because later he brought us over and introduced us to all of his friends. He maintains that's the coolest thing a girl has ever done for him in his 23 years. We all exchanged numbers and will probably hang again soon.
Ah, the joys of lending a helping hand. Rewarding every single time. :) Haha!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Row-add... Roouuood... Road... ;)
"Don't hit my car. I'm not 100% sure about my coverage"
Abso-fuckin-lutely hilarious bumper sticker I saw today on a little Toyota Camry.
I also encountered a little bit of road rage this afternoon. Check it out...
I was headed back to work from my lunch break and this lady was pushing 25 on a two lane road (that also had a center 'turn' lane, if you will) with a posted speed limit of 40. The road is at least 3 miles long and I certainly didn't feel like enduring the pain... so I went around her. Probably not the smartest thing to do but I was SO over it and didn't feel like driving 24 miles an hour for the next few miles (to me, a teeth-clenching experience to say the least).
Anywhoo... I get further down the road, almost to the stoplight... and there she is. Riding my ass like there's no tomorrow (what happened to the 25 mile an hour creep-along she'd mastered?) staring at me like I'd just used the last sheet of toilet paper and she was out to get me for it. At her first opportunity, she veers to the RIGHT of me.
Now, let's talk scenery.
NOT a very wide road... 2 lanes in most places (without the center 'turn' lane), woods all around, a few developments (townhouses and shops), and that's about it. [keep in mind, this is still the city].
Yes, she passes to the RIGHT of me... where there's a TEEEEEENY bike lane that's about to end. Now, I'm no genious, but I do have a little bit of common sense... enough to know that if you want to pass someone on a road (and yah, maybe you've still got the double solid yellow lines and it's breaking the law) - you should PROBABLY do it where there's still ROAD left. That's just me anyway.
Stupid road rage that caused me to snap into the left lane - thank GOD there was a turn lane in the next 100 feet - and barely avoid a major catastrophe.
So what if I started it? I didn't put her in harms way whatsoever... What she did was ridiculous and put my life (and hers) in jeopardy. I could have hit another car head on... she could have lost control with her tire going off the pavement and slammed into a tree... too many variables for her little smirk of victory.
Oh, but no, her 'justice' prevailed and she "showed me"!!
Biatch!
Abso-fuckin-lutely hilarious bumper sticker I saw today on a little Toyota Camry.
I also encountered a little bit of road rage this afternoon. Check it out...
I was headed back to work from my lunch break and this lady was pushing 25 on a two lane road (that also had a center 'turn' lane, if you will) with a posted speed limit of 40. The road is at least 3 miles long and I certainly didn't feel like enduring the pain... so I went around her. Probably not the smartest thing to do but I was SO over it and didn't feel like driving 24 miles an hour for the next few miles (to me, a teeth-clenching experience to say the least).
Anywhoo... I get further down the road, almost to the stoplight... and there she is. Riding my ass like there's no tomorrow (what happened to the 25 mile an hour creep-along she'd mastered?) staring at me like I'd just used the last sheet of toilet paper and she was out to get me for it. At her first opportunity, she veers to the RIGHT of me.
Now, let's talk scenery.
NOT a very wide road... 2 lanes in most places (without the center 'turn' lane), woods all around, a few developments (townhouses and shops), and that's about it. [keep in mind, this is still the city].
Yes, she passes to the RIGHT of me... where there's a TEEEEEENY bike lane that's about to end. Now, I'm no genious, but I do have a little bit of common sense... enough to know that if you want to pass someone on a road (and yah, maybe you've still got the double solid yellow lines and it's breaking the law) - you should PROBABLY do it where there's still ROAD left. That's just me anyway.
Stupid road rage that caused me to snap into the left lane - thank GOD there was a turn lane in the next 100 feet - and barely avoid a major catastrophe.
So what if I started it? I didn't put her in harms way whatsoever... What she did was ridiculous and put my life (and hers) in jeopardy. I could have hit another car head on... she could have lost control with her tire going off the pavement and slammed into a tree... too many variables for her little smirk of victory.
Oh, but no, her 'justice' prevailed and she "showed me"!!
Biatch!
Monday, May 5, 2008
Crazy Construction Workers
The universal hand sign for "stop" is to stand with your feet planted firmly and your hand stretched out in the direction of the person you're stopping. I don't know why this message is so hard to understand. On my way to work this morning, I turned down a street where there is a bit of construction going on [seems to be the norm around here]. Driving slowly down the road, there was a construction worker with a "SLOW" sign in her hand. She's looking at me and waving her hand furiously in the air. Meanwhile, there's a semi with a gazillion foot long beam on it's trailer trying to turn in the middle of the road.
As a cautious driver, I understand that I should stop to let the truck do its thing before I can proceed. Ms. Construction worker gives me the evil eye (like she wasn't waving me along with the "slow" side of the stop sign shown) cause she's an idiot. She couldn't understand why I didn't stop where she wanted me to... but I just chuckled. Perhaps if she'd shoved her hand out in the air and held up the CORRECT side of the sign, I would have stopped where she wanted me to.
Crazies out there. :)
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Oh the things people do that amaze you
I've seen some weird things in my day... but things just keep getting weirder and weirder around here. I've been very discreet and mysterious about where it is I actually live (and other details as to who I am) obviously for a reason. This one just might give it away, though! Haha.
Last night, Michael and I were driving to Six Flags to meet up with some friends. We took a random route that my gps so kindly gave to me - all these back roads through the city to get around the horrendous traffic. We went through uber-rich neighborhoods as well as some 'not so nice' neighborhoods. At a cross section where a lot of cars were stopped... I looked to my left and saw the most redneck thing I've seen in a while.
Apparently this particular couple just purchased a go-kart dune buggy type thing. Your everyday average person would find a friend with a truck to go pick it up. Oh no, my friends, they tied it to the back WINDSHIELD of their late 1990's Thunderbird to get it home. HILARIOUS!
Michael and I cracked up for the longest about it.
This morning, when I was driving home from his house, I was sitting next to a gold-ish Nissan Maxima who kept inching forward at the light (hello! It's not going to change any quicker!) so I glanced over there. I shit you not... on the dash of the Maxima was a replica of THAT maxima sitting in a display box.
Yes... ON the dash of this MAXIMA... there was a REPLICA of their car. Ok, ok... let's back up a second. A Maxima is a great car to drive. It's got 4 doors, a little bit of horsepower, and they look alright, too. It's no lamborghini... or porsche... or bentley... or benz... It's a freakin 28,000 dollar Maxima. (in gold, nonetheless)
I could see if you loved your car that much, maybe getting a replica for your bedroom nightstand so you could smooch it before you went to bed at night. (hahah, yah right!) but not ON the DASH while you're driving it!
Some people just crack me up. I must say, I laughed really hard at this one!!
Last night, Michael and I were driving to Six Flags to meet up with some friends. We took a random route that my gps so kindly gave to me - all these back roads through the city to get around the horrendous traffic. We went through uber-rich neighborhoods as well as some 'not so nice' neighborhoods. At a cross section where a lot of cars were stopped... I looked to my left and saw the most redneck thing I've seen in a while.
Apparently this particular couple just purchased a go-kart dune buggy type thing. Your everyday average person would find a friend with a truck to go pick it up. Oh no, my friends, they tied it to the back WINDSHIELD of their late 1990's Thunderbird to get it home. HILARIOUS!
Michael and I cracked up for the longest about it.
This morning, when I was driving home from his house, I was sitting next to a gold-ish Nissan Maxima who kept inching forward at the light (hello! It's not going to change any quicker!) so I glanced over there. I shit you not... on the dash of the Maxima was a replica of THAT maxima sitting in a display box.
Yes... ON the dash of this MAXIMA... there was a REPLICA of their car. Ok, ok... let's back up a second. A Maxima is a great car to drive. It's got 4 doors, a little bit of horsepower, and they look alright, too. It's no lamborghini... or porsche... or bentley... or benz... It's a freakin 28,000 dollar Maxima. (in gold, nonetheless)
I could see if you loved your car that much, maybe getting a replica for your bedroom nightstand so you could smooch it before you went to bed at night. (hahah, yah right!) but not ON the DASH while you're driving it!
Some people just crack me up. I must say, I laughed really hard at this one!!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Returned Check
AH... gotta love coming back from vacation... snuggling the cat, all the laundry there is to do, checking the mail... I stopped by the mailbox on my way in and grabbed all the mail. Bills... junk mail... a letter from Wachovia... Hrm... a letter from Wachovia? What could that be?
None other than a returned check from the lovely ex-roommate... from February's bills. So not only does he owe me the money he wasn't going to give me, the fucker drained his checking account and didn't have enough to cover the $150 he wrote for February.
NOW he owes me the $150 from Feb, the $30 returned check fee, AND the money from March. He's going to be much farther in from court fees if he keeps this up. We're now up to over $300.
Asshole.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Bitterness must be in the air
Odette seems to be having a rough time... and so does she... well, spread it around, cause here's my drama.
I really don't think I've met a more explosive individual than my old roommate. See here, here, and oh yah - HERE. I thought I was completely done with him and his stupid antics but oh no, not yet.
Mr. Tucker (yep, that's his real name) decided on Feb. 7 that he would move out. In this state, the law is that you have to give 30 days notice to vacate a place... so March 7th is when it was all set for. It ended up that whatever place he was moving to was ready on the 1st, so he left early. This does not remove his obligation financially to pay for the week of the 1st through the 7th. (about $175 bucks)
SO. He moves out, I really didn't talk to him much because of his asshole-ness but whatever. He said he "mailed" me a check but we all know what that means. It's now the 19th and I still haven't seen a dime.
But yesterday... a little something came in the mail for him... a rebate check from HP (I'm assuming he got a new computer or something) so I sent him a text telling him I had it.
Oh you better believe he jumped at the chance. "Hey, did you ever get my check? If not, I'll bring it to you and pick up my other check. Just leave it in the mailbox." Right. I'm no idiot. He'll take his check and run and that'll be the end of that. This transaction needs to happen in person.
I get this nasty text this morning from him saying that I didn't follow through so now I'm not getting my check. Au contraire bitches. I will most certainly get that - and whatever court fees I have to pay to get it back. Petty? I think not. He's an asshole.
So I keep getting these texts from him - he's threatening me, telling me to mail his check and telling me that I'm not going to get mine. That's not the way you get people to give you what you want. Being nice, I offered to drive to where he is (so he doesn't have to drive again) and he's still being quite the asshole. He won't pick up the phone either.
Hrm. Let's review. He can't get/keep a girlfriend (or wife, for that matter) because of what? Oh yes... his explosive attitude and disregard for others around him. HE is going to screw ME? Nope. Not whatsoever. I mean, I could live without the $175, I really could. It's only money... but the MORAL thing to do... and the RIGHT thing to do... is to give it to me. Because he owes it to me.
So either we meet up and he gives me my check and I give him his check... OR we go to court (which is going to be much more expensive for him in the long run cause he'll have to pay all of the court fees). He should think hard about this one. Cause I know i'm right.
What an asshole.
I really don't think I've met a more explosive individual than my old roommate. See here, here, and oh yah - HERE. I thought I was completely done with him and his stupid antics but oh no, not yet.
Mr. Tucker (yep, that's his real name) decided on Feb. 7 that he would move out. In this state, the law is that you have to give 30 days notice to vacate a place... so March 7th is when it was all set for. It ended up that whatever place he was moving to was ready on the 1st, so he left early. This does not remove his obligation financially to pay for the week of the 1st through the 7th. (about $175 bucks)
SO. He moves out, I really didn't talk to him much because of his asshole-ness but whatever. He said he "mailed" me a check but we all know what that means. It's now the 19th and I still haven't seen a dime.
But yesterday... a little something came in the mail for him... a rebate check from HP (I'm assuming he got a new computer or something) so I sent him a text telling him I had it.
Oh you better believe he jumped at the chance. "Hey, did you ever get my check? If not, I'll bring it to you and pick up my other check. Just leave it in the mailbox." Right. I'm no idiot. He'll take his check and run and that'll be the end of that. This transaction needs to happen in person.
I get this nasty text this morning from him saying that I didn't follow through so now I'm not getting my check. Au contraire bitches. I will most certainly get that - and whatever court fees I have to pay to get it back. Petty? I think not. He's an asshole.
So I keep getting these texts from him - he's threatening me, telling me to mail his check and telling me that I'm not going to get mine. That's not the way you get people to give you what you want. Being nice, I offered to drive to where he is (so he doesn't have to drive again) and he's still being quite the asshole. He won't pick up the phone either.
Hrm. Let's review. He can't get/keep a girlfriend (or wife, for that matter) because of what? Oh yes... his explosive attitude and disregard for others around him. HE is going to screw ME? Nope. Not whatsoever. I mean, I could live without the $175, I really could. It's only money... but the MORAL thing to do... and the RIGHT thing to do... is to give it to me. Because he owes it to me.
So either we meet up and he gives me my check and I give him his check... OR we go to court (which is going to be much more expensive for him in the long run cause he'll have to pay all of the court fees). He should think hard about this one. Cause I know i'm right.
What an asshole.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Update: Rude words that caused a dilemma
Just to update you guys on the situation with Rocky.
Rocky's new owner sent Michael an email last week telling him of the myspace page (up until this point, I was the only one who was supposed to know the info, but come on!!) along with another note saying that Rocky is doing alright.
Michael took this opportunity to set the record straight (that he wasn't in there for 14 hours a day) and tell him how grateful he was that he could give Rocky a great new home. He didn't ask him to change it - he just mentioned something in his really nice email.
He handled the situation so well... it was nice! So they exchanged a few emails and Rocky's page no longer says anything to that effect. All is well!
Rocky's new owner sent Michael an email last week telling him of the myspace page (up until this point, I was the only one who was supposed to know the info, but come on!!) along with another note saying that Rocky is doing alright.
Michael took this opportunity to set the record straight (that he wasn't in there for 14 hours a day) and tell him how grateful he was that he could give Rocky a great new home. He didn't ask him to change it - he just mentioned something in his really nice email.
He handled the situation so well... it was nice! So they exchanged a few emails and Rocky's page no longer says anything to that effect. All is well!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Rude words that caused a dilemma
Michael had a dog and couldn't keep it. There's more to the story, but that's the jist. He just couldn't take care of him any more. He felt bad that he couldn't spend as much time with him as he wanted to... so I found a place for him to give him away. He took care of him, he really did, it was just time. It was a sad day, because Michael really cared about him but knew what was right for him.
So I got with one of my coworkers and made it happen. She had a friend who wanted the dog (he's already got 4 dogs, 3 cats) and we arranged to meet at her house to pass him along. Keep in mind, Michael paid lots of money for this dog... and didn't ask for a penny in exchange.
We met the guy and he seemed really nice, really good with Rocky (the dog), and owned a tattoo shop nearby. They exchanged email addresses and the guy said he'd put up a myspace page or something soon so he could check on his progress or something. As you can imagine, it felt really good knowing that Rocky was going to a caring home like that.
Until the myspace page was created.
Here's the excerpt that is quite rude.
This story is SO embellished and exaggerated it's ridiculous. Rocky never spent 14 hours in a crate! He was only crated while Michael was at work (MAYBE 8 hours) and that's completely normal and non-cruel. He has had treats... toys (that he destroys, by the way)... and a collar with his name on it!! But he makes it sound SO bad... like he "rescued" this dog from Michael Vick or something.
It's just unnecessary and rude is all. And Michael is pretty upset about it. It left a very bad taste in his mouth, and that's not the way it should be. I feel so bad for him.
Now here's the dilemma. Should we say something to him about it? Or should we just let it go? I know the guy just wants to look cool in front of all of his friends but Michael wanted to show HIS friends the myspace page because they all loved Rocky. Now he can't do that because it makes him look like an asshole - that he wasn't.
Oh, what to do, what to do?
Que faisons-nous?
What do we do?
So I got with one of my coworkers and made it happen. She had a friend who wanted the dog (he's already got 4 dogs, 3 cats) and we arranged to meet at her house to pass him along. Keep in mind, Michael paid lots of money for this dog... and didn't ask for a penny in exchange.
We met the guy and he seemed really nice, really good with Rocky (the dog), and owned a tattoo shop nearby. They exchanged email addresses and the guy said he'd put up a myspace page or something soon so he could check on his progress or something. As you can imagine, it felt really good knowing that Rocky was going to a caring home like that.
Until the myspace page was created.
Here's the excerpt that is quite rude.
I am a puggle---part pug and part beagle and I am a year and a half old. I was adopted by a nice family with a house and a yard to play in----no more spending 14 hours in a stupid crate! Yay! My parents are named [edited for privacy] and they are very sweet to me---my daddy bought me treats, new toys and a fancy collar with skulls on it! It has a tag with my name on it---ROCKY!
This story is SO embellished and exaggerated it's ridiculous. Rocky never spent 14 hours in a crate! He was only crated while Michael was at work (MAYBE 8 hours) and that's completely normal and non-cruel. He has had treats... toys (that he destroys, by the way)... and a collar with his name on it!! But he makes it sound SO bad... like he "rescued" this dog from Michael Vick or something.
It's just unnecessary and rude is all. And Michael is pretty upset about it. It left a very bad taste in his mouth, and that's not the way it should be. I feel so bad for him.
Now here's the dilemma. Should we say something to him about it? Or should we just let it go? I know the guy just wants to look cool in front of all of his friends but Michael wanted to show HIS friends the myspace page because they all loved Rocky. Now he can't do that because it makes him look like an asshole - that he wasn't.
Oh, what to do, what to do?
Que faisons-nous?
What do we do?
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Girl Fight!!
Michael and I saw THE most hilarious thing on Saturday while at Oysterfest. We were sitting on some bar chairs pushed to the side wall while some other friends were getting drinks. A really tall girl said something to a short girl. Apparently short girl didn't like whatever it was she said but tall girl was way too drunk and just started laughing in her face. It was quite hilarious.
We started cracking up and Michael kept saying "There's gonna be a girl fight!!!" and was really pumped about it. So tall girl and short girl disperse and short girl is still heated but surrounded by friends trying to calm her down. Here's where it gets good.
Tall girl goes over to her home girl and tells her that short girl got in her face. Home girl happens to be kinda short, too, but she's black... and we all know that you don't mess with a black chick's friends... cause she'll get vicious!
[Disclaimer: this is not a racist remark. It's been my observation and I consider black girls to be very protective over their friends... ready to fight.]
So home girl gets up in short girl's face apparently screaming at her for messing with tall girl. Short girl tells home girl to fuck off, etc. and out comes the finger nails and hair weave. It was priceless!! They were able to fight (sadly enough no one threw a punch) and squirm for about a solid minute before they could pull the girls apart.
Michael and I laughed so hard about it - cause it was hilarious. The best part, though, was when short girl finally got a grip on herself. She pulled her boy (we're not sure of the relationship but we think it was her boyfriend) aside and was yelling at him for not doing anything to stop the other girl. She ended up hitting him on the back of the head with her set of keys. It was a HUGE thump. (and absolutely hilarious)
Girls will be girls!
Les filles seront des filles!
We started cracking up and Michael kept saying "There's gonna be a girl fight!!!" and was really pumped about it. So tall girl and short girl disperse and short girl is still heated but surrounded by friends trying to calm her down. Here's where it gets good.
Tall girl goes over to her home girl and tells her that short girl got in her face. Home girl happens to be kinda short, too, but she's black... and we all know that you don't mess with a black chick's friends... cause she'll get vicious!
[Disclaimer: this is not a racist remark. It's been my observation and I consider black girls to be very protective over their friends... ready to fight.]
So home girl gets up in short girl's face apparently screaming at her for messing with tall girl. Short girl tells home girl to fuck off, etc. and out comes the finger nails and hair weave. It was priceless!! They were able to fight (sadly enough no one threw a punch) and squirm for about a solid minute before they could pull the girls apart.
Michael and I laughed so hard about it - cause it was hilarious. The best part, though, was when short girl finally got a grip on herself. She pulled her boy (we're not sure of the relationship but we think it was her boyfriend) aside and was yelling at him for not doing anything to stop the other girl. She ended up hitting him on the back of the head with her set of keys. It was a HUGE thump. (and absolutely hilarious)
Girls will be girls!
Les filles seront des filles!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Slouching Inspiration
For all of my life, I've been quite tall. I stand 5'7" - 5'8" (without heels)... and normally wear 3 inch heels... so I'm a little taller than most girls. Sometimes I find myself hunching over - but I usually recognize it and straighten back up.
Friday, I had a meeting with a Marketing group I belong to. One of the girls there is about as tall as I am and is even the same build as I am - maybe slightly larger. For the entire meeting I was distracted by her posture.
She sat hunched over and there wasn't even a computer or papers in front of her that she was trying to see. I was somewhat baffled by it because I consider her a very professional person but she looked so unprofessional.
I suppose that's just inspiration for me to have great posture all of the time and to not slouch in my chair (especially during meetings) if I want to look professional.
Friday, I had a meeting with a Marketing group I belong to. One of the girls there is about as tall as I am and is even the same build as I am - maybe slightly larger. For the entire meeting I was distracted by her posture.
She sat hunched over and there wasn't even a computer or papers in front of her that she was trying to see. I was somewhat baffled by it because I consider her a very professional person but she looked so unprofessional.
I suppose that's just inspiration for me to have great posture all of the time and to not slouch in my chair (especially during meetings) if I want to look professional.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
How do you say "Do your fucking dishes" in a nice way?
I don't think there's a nice way to do it... but by god, i've tried. I understand a few things about myself. Like the fact that a lot of what I try to say doesn't come across the way I want to say it. And the fact that I have a few pet peeves when it comes to living in the same house with someone else (I've worked hard for everything I have and want to take care of it). So the other night when I came back from New Orleans, the house was a wreck. And not at all the way I left it when I left a few days earlier. Something had clearly blown up in the microwave. Dishes were everywhere. The bathroom was filthy. I wasn't feeling so good so I just went to sleep. I woke up with the full-blown flu and the house still in the same disarray.
Thursday night, I was feeling a little better, so I at least cleaned the kitchen. I'm not one of these people who cleans up after someone and expects them to get that I would have rather them have cleaned up after themself. I ask them to do it so they know that's something they should be doing.
Wait. Isn't that something YOUR MOTHER is supposed to teach you? (again, I agree with the philosophy of parenting licenses) I digress.
So here I am. Thursday night. Just cleaned the kitchen and I'm still sick. Wake up Friday morning to find 2 glasses in the sink. FUCK. Are you fucking kidding me? The dishwasher is practically attached to the sink, it's so close. Is he that fucking lazy that he can't just put it in there?
(woah. Sorry for all the Fuck's. I'm pretty heated over this stupid bullshit)
So I send him a text and watch my words. He's told me before that he's "sensitive" so I've been REALLY cautious about what I say to him.
My text says "Hey, I spent a lot of time cleaning the kitchen last night. Do you think you could help me out by putting your things in the dishwasher? That would really help. Hope you have a great day"
That's a nice text, right? I asked VERY nicely for him to just start putting his dishes in the dishwasher. He responded "sure, I'll help you keep it clean". Great! So last night, he comes home... goes straight to his room. Comes in the kitchen gets something, goes back to his room. etc.
I get up this morning. Dishes are SILL THERE. So I send him a text "Ok well I guess I'll do your dishes because you clearly have passed them by several times."
Ugh. So now he's home and he called me a bitch and said he literally stopped caring about me a month ago. Haha. Wow. There really is no right way to say "do your dishes" or "use the right setting on the washing machine" without a "senistive" (whom I think is gay) person getting upset about it.
Thank GOD he's going to be gone in a few weeks.
So... did I do the right thing? What else was there for me to do?
Appropriately,
Do the dishes!
Faites la vaisselle!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
10 Things I notice about my roommate
1. He washes the clothes from his body every day. Well, let me explain. At the end of the day, he throws his towel, shirt, boxers, socks, pants, in the wash... all together. He has other clothes, so that's not the issue. I really don't know what it is. But he puts those five items in and turns the setting to "extra large". To put this into perspective for you, I wash my king sheets (pillow cases and all) on the "large" setting. Yep. Water and energy waster.
2. He constantly watches tv. Doesn't do anything but work and watch tv (well, he just started school again, but still). There are times that I like peace and quiet. He says he's not actually 'watching'... it's just background noise.
3. He's gotten better about putting the dishes away, etc. but he's still not where he needs to be. (hello! Dishwasher almost TOUCHES the sink it's so close)
4. I'm still bitter about him almost burning down the house trying to make some macaroni. He scorched the pan and I ended up throwing it away because of the caked on char. [and who ended up replacing the pan? yep... you guessed it, me!]
5. Last night Sam and I were on our way out to dinner. He came in and asked "Where are you going?" I replied "dinner." He replied, "Well, where are you going?" I replied, "ummm we're going out to dinner and then probably out :)" hahahaha... loser!
6. He constantly gets stood up. He talks of 'dates' every weekend but only has gone on 2 or 3 in the last 6 months.
7. He wants a "4 door gold colored camry" hahahahaha.... for a single guy? I told him if he got it, I'd laugh at him.
8. He steps out of the shower and onto the bath mat before he's dry. [which makes it fun when I walk in there after he's done with socks on...]
9. His room smells weird. Not bad, just weird.
10. I think he's ummm... yah. That ;) [and i'm not the only one who thinks that]
So.. from reading this, you probably think I hate my roommate. I don't. I just think he's pretty annoying sometimes. Given my past with horrible roommates, he's pretty good on the scale. He comes in quiet, usually stays out of my business, and cleans up after himself for the most part. Oh, and he pays the bills on time.
I've just found him super annoying for the past two weeks or so and thought it was about time to write a 10 things about him! haha.
2. He constantly watches tv. Doesn't do anything but work and watch tv (well, he just started school again, but still). There are times that I like peace and quiet. He says he's not actually 'watching'... it's just background noise.
3. He's gotten better about putting the dishes away, etc. but he's still not where he needs to be. (hello! Dishwasher almost TOUCHES the sink it's so close)
4. I'm still bitter about him almost burning down the house trying to make some macaroni. He scorched the pan and I ended up throwing it away because of the caked on char. [and who ended up replacing the pan? yep... you guessed it, me!]
5. Last night Sam and I were on our way out to dinner. He came in and asked "Where are you going?" I replied "dinner." He replied, "Well, where are you going?" I replied, "ummm we're going out to dinner and then probably out :)" hahahaha... loser!
6. He constantly gets stood up. He talks of 'dates' every weekend but only has gone on 2 or 3 in the last 6 months.
7. He wants a "4 door gold colored camry" hahahahaha.... for a single guy? I told him if he got it, I'd laugh at him.
8. He steps out of the shower and onto the bath mat before he's dry. [which makes it fun when I walk in there after he's done with socks on...]
9. His room smells weird. Not bad, just weird.
10. I think he's ummm... yah. That ;) [and i'm not the only one who thinks that]
So.. from reading this, you probably think I hate my roommate. I don't. I just think he's pretty annoying sometimes. Given my past with horrible roommates, he's pretty good on the scale. He comes in quiet, usually stays out of my business, and cleans up after himself for the most part. Oh, and he pays the bills on time.
I've just found him super annoying for the past two weeks or so and thought it was about time to write a 10 things about him! haha.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
10 Things you might find on a trip to a Pro-Basketball game.
1. A marta po-lice officer exercised his "authority" and asked me to "pull further into the parking spot". There was maybe 8 inches between my car and the car in front of me. I pulled forward an inch and asked him if it was ok. He said it was.
2. A man of "hispanic" origin was on the marta train with Heather and I. He felt the need to belt out his "mexi-music" on certain verses.
3. Upon arrival at the arena for the game, we realized we were the minority.
4. The nuts they sell are sugar-coated and fattening.
5. The guy sitting next to me got "wild and crazy" and purchased a double-shot of Jack and coke.
6. He was also wearing "womanizer" shoes complete with spikes on the toe. Creepy.
7. If you sit on the mascot's lap and ask for a "Dancer" for Christmas - he'll pull one out of his wagon for you. Even if you're only 7.
8. This dancer will be dressed in a Santa Suit you'd find on the pages of a Fredrick's of Hollywood catalog.
9. Tall men. :)
10. Hot guys at the bar and grill up the street. Tables, and tables of them.
2. A man of "hispanic" origin was on the marta train with Heather and I. He felt the need to belt out his "mexi-music" on certain verses.
3. Upon arrival at the arena for the game, we realized we were the minority.
4. The nuts they sell are sugar-coated and fattening.
5. The guy sitting next to me got "wild and crazy" and purchased a double-shot of Jack and coke.
6. He was also wearing "womanizer" shoes complete with spikes on the toe. Creepy.
7. If you sit on the mascot's lap and ask for a "Dancer" for Christmas - he'll pull one out of his wagon for you. Even if you're only 7.
8. This dancer will be dressed in a Santa Suit you'd find on the pages of a Fredrick's of Hollywood catalog.
9. Tall men. :)
10. Hot guys at the bar and grill up the street. Tables, and tables of them.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Observations in the park
As a normal routine, I go rollerblading in my park. It's the way I exercise - it's interesting, I have pink, grey, and black skates, and get to listen to my iPod. I always go to the same park at around the same time of night (just before dusk - it's cooler then) but the scenery always changes. It's a great people-watching place.
My observations this week:
- There are overwhelming groups of young african american people. They walk stretched out across the roadway, extremely slowly, and don't move so other people can pass. This poses a huge problem [especially for me] because I can't always stop rollerblades as easily as they could move aside. At least they're not other places causing trouble.
- There are some people who smoke while they're taking a stroll in the park. This always baffles me because you can tell they're making an effort to be healthier by just being there - you'd think they'd try to quit smoking too?
- Extremely obese people walking. I haven't seen that much effort from an overweight crowd in, well, forever. Kudos to them.
- There was a group of people handing out chocolate ice cream bars. Another oxymoron perhaps?
- A wedding was taking place on one of the lawns. They hired a full band (we're talking flutes, clarinets, tubas, etc full band) to play. I thought it was quite cute and they obviously wanted their guests to have a good time.
- Two guys smoking pot. Yes, pot. In an open park where, at any time, a police officer could arrest them. Interesting. Complete disrespect. And, of course, it's unavoidable if you can't pass them.
This park is pretty much the only one in the area that's big enough to make my rounds - and also has clear roadways. Tons of debris in the way = a disasterous rollerblading experience.
Some of these things, I'm aggitated by, and others are just observations. It'd be nice if there was a mutual respect. But there's not. So I guess I'll just continue my people watching and keep my opinions to myself!
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