Sweet Home Alabama

Mmm, the 5 Spot's "Sweet Home Alabama" themed menu last night was awesome!

Jen and I decided last minute that we deserved a dinner out, and I treated her to some good eats and drinks. The 5 Spot was nice and noisy, just like I like it. Put me in a quiet, snooty restaurant and I'll probably pass out in my salad. I chose a few glasses of a good Viognier to get a buzz going, and had the Cornbread & Cranberry Stuffed Chicken w/ collard greens and baby red potatoes. Jen went with the vegetarian option, and some of the best Cosmo's I've ever tasted! I was really impressed that the 5 Spot has a Juice Press, so the limes were freshly squeeze and it really made a difference in the final taste of the drink. I think it ever bar had one of those I'd turn into more of a lush than I already am.

Jen and I grab dinner out a lot, but going and having a sit down at a restaurant is alot different for us. It gives us a chance to sit, and have a full conversation, really enjoy the food, and enjoy eachother's company. I love sitting across from her, and watching her talk, and laugh. I fall more and more in love with her everyday. She lights up when she has a good meal, and I love that about her. She has a passion and hunger for good food just as much as I do. Luckily for her, it doesnt mean her ass will gain 5lbs just by smelling something, unlike mine.

We've been back at the gym for about 2 1/2 weeks, and I'm sure it will eventually begin to pay off again like it had before. At least it better. Its hard falling off the horse and then trying to get back on again. Especially when the horse kicks you in the back of the head and then laughs when you get back on. Thats about how it feels at this point. We slowed down to the point where we didnt even think about going. I think in a week or so we'll be back up to full speed again, and we'll be feeling good about it. Either that or I'll turn the proverbial horse into glue. Ah the choices!

We have a full couple weeks coming up, but what's new? We're house sitting this weekend, with plans to play some put-put so I can humiliate myself, and our Mariner's game is Sunday!!! I love going to games, a lota beer with a little baseball on the side. Next weekend we are house sitting AGAIN, and I'm (im)patiently waiting for our trip to Chelan for my birthday. The biggest debate for the trip is whether to drink gin and tonic, or screw driver's. I love it. :D


Desk Jockey Gripe of the Day: TURN ON YOUR DAMN CELL PHONE. I dont want to spend the better part of my morning trying to track you down. Either be at your desk, or answer your cell phone. A deadline is a deadline buddy. If you don't pick up, you miss the boat. And it AINT my fault.

Day 1,189

Today, is day 1,189. This day holds absolutely no significance except for the simple fact I actually sat and thought to myself "God, how LONG have I been here?" That's actually a really long time. If I really wanted to get technical, I could break it down farther to the ACTUAL number of days worked (so excluding weekends, and holidays) but you know... I compare this to prison sometimes, and they get to count weekends and holidays, so why can't I?

So, on Day 1,189, I think I did my fair share of work, and have earned my pay check this week, that will sadly all go to bills. Money comes and then it goes to maintain this (not-so) extravagant lifestyle. OH! The 427 sq. ft. apartment is quite glamorous! And OH! Having to choose between either watching channel 5 or 7 is far too exhausting. It's rediculous how I live, basically, day to day to pay the rent. Man, I wish I had no hopes and dreams, and working at a coffee place was a "good job". Ignorance. IS. Bliss. It is. I wish I never knew how much money I could potentially make everyday by doing this job. Now I'm accustomed to it, and I wouldn't consider getting out of bed for anything less. Sad, I'm the equivalent to a snobby overpaid actress...

Sick and Tired

I am so sick and tired of working this local desk. I feel irritated and pissed off all the time. Right now I'm accomplishing the work of 2 people, and the additional crap these customers are expecting me to do is rediculous.

A. Keep track of your own shit: I am not your mommy, your banker, your accountant. Do it your DAMN self. If you aren't prepared for a $3k bill at the end of the month, maybe you should keep that in mind while youre having diareah of the brain all over your ad copy for the weekend. If you dont have the money to spend, don't waste my time. I'm not going to keep track for you all damn month long, making you some pretty spreadsheet so you can present it to your boss as your own. PUH-LEASE. Give me a break. I've got enough asses to wipe around here without adding your's to the bunch.

B. We aren't friends, stop acting like we are: I dont like you. There, I said it. I pretend to like you because that's my job. You calling in asking for "a favor", doesn't make anything happen any quicker than it would if you were a random off the street. Trust me, you are not first on my list for anything. I've about had it with the shmoozing, and the *wink wink* salesman talk. I'm not on your showroom, looking to be financially raped by inflated costs, I'm a business partner, and should be treated as such.

C. You ALL have horrible taste: Honestly, as a consumer, in the untapped age group of spenders, I wouldn't buy something from you if threatened me with a red hot poker in the anus. Wouldn't happen. There are a select few I would consider doing business with out of sheer obligation, but for the most part, your ads make me queezy and they do not make me want to do anything but wipe up my own vomit with the paper. Thanks.

Overall, I think I've hit my cynical breaking point. I want to do MY JOB. Not everyone else's. I've earned the right to do this cake-walk for a while. Instead I've been running a triathalon for months, and damn it, I'm tired. I'm 22, feel like I'm developing an ulser, and I can't afford to keep up with the new grey hair's that seem to have taken over my head. It's like I have a degree in ass-kicking, and instead I'm only doing ass-KISSING.

This is the "I cant think of a title" Blog

I've been a busy girl lately. Last week, I came to the conclusion it was time to trade in the tired old Neon for something more practical and more specifically NEW. The Neon has been running shitty for a little while, sad considering the car only has 85k on it. Well, after figuring how much I would be spending on up coming repairs (brakes, SES light came on…) it was in my best interest to trade in the car, and purchase (or rather let FMCC purchase, and then I pay them) a new truck. After enlisting the help of a co-worker, I was contacted by the General Manager of a prominent local car dealer, and he set up my deal himself. Working within the parameters of what I was looking for/willing to spend. And within an hour he had picked out a truck, told me they could finance me at 0%APR, and told me to come down that night and sign the papers. I was a little leery, I work with these guys every day, I know how slimy some dealers can be. In some aspects they are worse than a drug dealer.
I walked into the dealership at 7pm, found my truck by 8pm, and was approved for my loan w/ 0% APR, my payments were close to $300, AND they were willing to take my crap-ass Neon off my hands, paying off the last of the $2,500 I owed on the loan from BofA. These guys hooked me up. By 11pm, I was in my new truck *sigh*, driving home to snuggle in bed with my wife-to-be. The next day I got a call telling me they had to have my mom sign over the Neon too because she had co-signed on the original loan for that car. Anyone who knows me, knows my family lives 2+ hours away, so me driving over there, last minute with no notice to my work was not an option. After talking with the dealership, they decided to put a sales girl in a car, and have her drive the 4 1/2 hours round trip, just for a signature. Over and beyond, I tell ya. I was blown away. I will be a return customer. I'd love to post a picture, but who knows what psycho stalkers could be reading my blog searching for a way in... so I'll keep the photos to myself for now.

Part II

Sunday, I prepared a "follow the tea light candle" hunt through the house, complete with perfume, 29 flowers (in honor of her 29 years) and a home cooked meal for Jen's birthday. The dinner turned out as I'd hoped, and she loved the perfume. I tried my hardest to show this beautiful woman how much she means to me, and I think she knows ;) I was so nervous setting everything up, I spent 3 hours running around sweating making sure everything was perfect. She is more than I ever could have asked for and she deserves nothing but the best. So I gave it a shot.

It was a great lead in to our Don’t Wear White After Labor Day Party on Monday. The Panty Dropping Party Punch was all we could have wished for, and more. I'm sure some PG pictures will be posted soon of the debauchery that went down last night. I have to say the group of friends we are developing is awesome, we all have such a great time. And it's always good to befriend people who drink just as much, if not more, than you. We polished off 6 bowls of punch ( this consisted of an entire handle of 100% proof Vodka, and a bunch of juice to mask the overwhelming taste of booze), and a bottle of gin. Yes, we are TROUBLE. I managed to get my tipsy self into bed before 1am last night, and I was thanking Goddess I didn't have to be to work until 9am today. My throat is still hoarse from the 2 cigarettes (BAD) I sucked down last night in my buzzed state. And now, a photo montage:

And a blurry picture of me and the wifey for good measure:

Work is totally kicking my my butt today. I took a half hour break to eat, and read the paper and then it was right back to the grind. We are down an associate, and another decided to take today off. Her last day is this Friday. I'm not too sad I wont be here to say good bye. Personally, she's been nothing but a head ache from the beginning. I didn't know whether to be pissed she put in her notice when she knows how badly we need people, or go dance on her desk because I'm happy to be rid of her once and for all. Whatever, we'll get through it. Nothing is surprising me around here anymore. I'm more prepared each day for someone to take off. Leaving me up shit creek over and over again. I'm hoping I can make my way to a more structurally sound "ship" in the near future. Watch your asses kids, Shannon's on the war path for a new boat to command.