WOWOWOWOWOWOWWOWOWOW
Got back from Mexico.
Oh, I took a stripping class! I hope those pics don't end up on the internet...
Who am I kidding...
I have 34As...nothing to see here folks.
Got sick AFTER we got home...part flu/part alcohol withdrawal in my humble opinion.
Billed 40k (clearly a sign I should be asking them for more vacation time, all my deals tend to close when I'm not around).
Went to work.
Going to dinner with the husband.
Going to bed.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
And I'm deliciously tan!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
I really miss my husband.
anyway...
I am friends with an amazing web designer/graphic artist...UPDATE: HE IS A graphic designer, print & identity. Portrait illustrator too:
http://www.olliejdesign.com/
he is making avatars for a bunch of people on twitter to be like, "Snatch"ish...if you've never seen Snatch, kindly go away, because I would prefer your non-Snatchyness read some thing else.
i jest. you can stay. but you must watch Snatch within the next 72 hours. you've seen The Ring right?? nothing like that will happen. only lack of hilarity in your life. and that is almost as bad as smushed face in the closet.
I am friends with an amazing web designer/graphic artist...UPDATE: HE IS A graphic designer, print & identity. Portrait illustrator too:
http://www.olliejdesign.com/
he is making avatars for a bunch of people on twitter to be like, "Snatch"ish...if you've never seen Snatch, kindly go away, because I would prefer your non-Snatchyness read some thing else.
i jest. you can stay. but you must watch Snatch within the next 72 hours. you've seen The Ring right?? nothing like that will happen. only lack of hilarity in your life. and that is almost as bad as smushed face in the closet.
Friday, September 4, 2009
HEY
i'm almost done for the week and i get to take my pasty, flabby ass to the beach for the first time all summy...
so.
little overview of my life, Friday, 9.4.2009:
i recruit in the medical device sales industry, which means, if you break a bone and need a metal rod in your leg (i'm looking at you, governor fuckhead), or have a heart attack and need a stent in your vein...there is a sales rep that has sold the idea of using their product to a physcian, thusly said product ending up in your body. super. i get paid when i find a sales rep my clients want to hire to sell said product.
one of my clients is a *major* orthopedic implant company...their sales force consists of a huge network of independent distributors. this means, that they have an executive level of management that works directly for the company and they basically outsource (lacking a better word) their field sales force. so these can be anything from one dude, carrying around a bag, covering a few counties in jersey, to one dude, with 30 reps under him, selling throughout the entire northeast. either way, these guys pay all of their own expenses (persuading a doc to use your product does, in fact, take time and entertaining which costs a tremendous amount of money because especially in orthopedics, you not only have to get the surgeon on your side, you have to wine and dine his office staff. not be sexist, most ortho surgeons are men), their gas bill, their own car, their health insurance, their cell phones...the list goes on and on. so you get the idea - some of the larger distributors (read: dude with 30 guys under him) will provide a small base salary, some expenses, some health benefits, but for the most part, they all are 100% commission and get 8-10-12% of everything they sell (my client will pay them this for getting their product out there, but nothing else).
side note: this may be why the medical device industry is SO much stronger than the pharma industry - they don't pay for their reps to take a pee and for every snack they want.
one of these client's distributors decided he wanted us to work on a position...our client was going to do this distributor a favor, and pay 5k of the 10k fee we command to make life a bit easier for him and take the leg work out of finding a qualified person in the boonies of a midwestern state.
another side note: of course i fucking found the ONE person who would want this job. all arrogance aside...i do work my ass off at this job so was really proud of myself to make such a great first
impression on this new person (he is one of those distributors that has several reps throughout several midwestern states - read: POTENTIAL FOR REPEAT BUSINESS JESUS EFFING CHRIST, because reps come and go). and the distributor was so happy with me - nice email saying "I'm so impressed with the level of service provided, yadda yadda yadda."
this distributor's bill was not due until 9.17.2009.
our office manager has been harrassing him for payment since the middle of August. like a few days after we placed the sales rep. payment is not due until 30 days after the start date (we guarantee sales reps for 30 days...which means, if they quit, get fired, ANY reason they don't complete 30 days of employment with our client, we will a. refund the money or b. replace the sales rep at no cost.). why would be bother this guy if the bill isn't even due????
so now the distrbutir is pissed as hell at us and never wants to do business with us...and will probably call his fellow distributors and say "hey, fuck this recruiting firm...they are harrassing me nonstop for money."
i mean. WHAT THE FUCK? i am the only person billing/collecting money in this office presently. please, for the love of God. don't mess up what i have worked really hard to build because YOU decide to be greedy.
so.
little overview of my life, Friday, 9.4.2009:
i recruit in the medical device sales industry, which means, if you break a bone and need a metal rod in your leg (i'm looking at you, governor fuckhead), or have a heart attack and need a stent in your vein...there is a sales rep that has sold the idea of using their product to a physcian, thusly said product ending up in your body. super. i get paid when i find a sales rep my clients want to hire to sell said product.
one of my clients is a *major* orthopedic implant company...their sales force consists of a huge network of independent distributors. this means, that they have an executive level of management that works directly for the company and they basically outsource (lacking a better word) their field sales force. so these can be anything from one dude, carrying around a bag, covering a few counties in jersey, to one dude, with 30 reps under him, selling throughout the entire northeast. either way, these guys pay all of their own expenses (persuading a doc to use your product does, in fact, take time and entertaining which costs a tremendous amount of money because especially in orthopedics, you not only have to get the surgeon on your side, you have to wine and dine his office staff. not be sexist, most ortho surgeons are men), their gas bill, their own car, their health insurance, their cell phones...the list goes on and on. so you get the idea - some of the larger distributors (read: dude with 30 guys under him) will provide a small base salary, some expenses, some health benefits, but for the most part, they all are 100% commission and get 8-10-12% of everything they sell (my client will pay them this for getting their product out there, but nothing else).
side note: this may be why the medical device industry is SO much stronger than the pharma industry - they don't pay for their reps to take a pee and for every snack they want.
one of these client's distributors decided he wanted us to work on a position...our client was going to do this distributor a favor, and pay 5k of the 10k fee we command to make life a bit easier for him and take the leg work out of finding a qualified person in the boonies of a midwestern state.
another side note: of course i fucking found the ONE person who would want this job. all arrogance aside...i do work my ass off at this job so was really proud of myself to make such a great first
impression on this new person (he is one of those distributors that has several reps throughout several midwestern states - read: POTENTIAL FOR REPEAT BUSINESS JESUS EFFING CHRIST, because reps come and go). and the distributor was so happy with me - nice email saying "I'm so impressed with the level of service provided, yadda yadda yadda."
this distributor's bill was not due until 9.17.2009.
our office manager has been harrassing him for payment since the middle of August. like a few days after we placed the sales rep. payment is not due until 30 days after the start date (we guarantee sales reps for 30 days...which means, if they quit, get fired, ANY reason they don't complete 30 days of employment with our client, we will a. refund the money or b. replace the sales rep at no cost.). why would be bother this guy if the bill isn't even due????
so now the distrbutir is pissed as hell at us and never wants to do business with us...and will probably call his fellow distributors and say "hey, fuck this recruiting firm...they are harrassing me nonstop for money."
i mean. WHAT THE FUCK? i am the only person billing/collecting money in this office presently. please, for the love of God. don't mess up what i have worked really hard to build because YOU decide to be greedy.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
wow...
have you ever thought you were friends with someone, spent a lot of time making them feel important, only to have the embarrass you and make you feel like an idiot?
Friday, August 21, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
why i need a new job:
- we still have DSL. seriously. this is not a joke.
- we don't have maternity leave. i don't care about being 100% commission (yes it's stressful, but the risk/reward tends to be worth it). however, i can't imagine being pregnant and not constantly stressing about how we're going to pay our bills while i am recovering. at a time when if we got pregnant it should be an amazing event, any time i have a scare, i go into full blown panic mode. not good.
- it's the "same shit, different day" deal. i come in, deal with nasty emails from candidates and clients alike, pitch jobs, find candidates, either 1. set them up on interviews and go through the process or 2. the manager never calls me back.
- i'm lacking in a future. some people may be okay with being a recruiter for 10, even 5 years...but i am literally AT THE CEILING. this is IT. i'm 25.
- regarding the above bullet, i'm super incredibly bored. no training, no travel, no new projects, no opportunity to get an advanced degree...no new challenges.
- my work/life balance is suffering...i leave at 7:15 - 7:30 a.m., don't get home until at least 6:30 p.m. when i do trudge through the door, i'm exhausted, really don't want to talk (bc i talk all effing day), and still...hmm...filled with anxiety?
- ah yes. anxiety it is. i'm always on edge. this goes back to the 100% commission thing and cannot be avoided which is fine...but i don't know if someone can operate under this level of stress for an extended period of time.
- the only people who can do this for an extended amount of time either have husbands with a hefty base salary or are single. or have rich parents.
- i don't always get paid for my effort. i can work my ass off on a position and literally NOTHING comes of it. no one cares. but i sure as hell have to hit my quota.
- i know you're thinking i'll have assholes/issues whereever i go, and you are correct, but at least i'll still be getting a paycheck. if i work really unbelievably hard and still only bill 145k, you better believe i have to write a 5k check to my company.
- we don't have maternity leave. i don't care about being 100% commission (yes it's stressful, but the risk/reward tends to be worth it). however, i can't imagine being pregnant and not constantly stressing about how we're going to pay our bills while i am recovering. at a time when if we got pregnant it should be an amazing event, any time i have a scare, i go into full blown panic mode. not good.
- it's the "same shit, different day" deal. i come in, deal with nasty emails from candidates and clients alike, pitch jobs, find candidates, either 1. set them up on interviews and go through the process or 2. the manager never calls me back.
- i'm lacking in a future. some people may be okay with being a recruiter for 10, even 5 years...but i am literally AT THE CEILING. this is IT. i'm 25.
- regarding the above bullet, i'm super incredibly bored. no training, no travel, no new projects, no opportunity to get an advanced degree...no new challenges.
- my work/life balance is suffering...i leave at 7:15 - 7:30 a.m., don't get home until at least 6:30 p.m. when i do trudge through the door, i'm exhausted, really don't want to talk (bc i talk all effing day), and still...hmm...filled with anxiety?
- ah yes. anxiety it is. i'm always on edge. this goes back to the 100% commission thing and cannot be avoided which is fine...but i don't know if someone can operate under this level of stress for an extended period of time.
- the only people who can do this for an extended amount of time either have husbands with a hefty base salary or are single. or have rich parents.
- i don't always get paid for my effort. i can work my ass off on a position and literally NOTHING comes of it. no one cares. but i sure as hell have to hit my quota.
- i know you're thinking i'll have assholes/issues whereever i go, and you are correct, but at least i'll still be getting a paycheck. if i work really unbelievably hard and still only bill 145k, you better believe i have to write a 5k check to my company.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Blogging Binges & Twitter
I cannot believe it has been over a month since I have blogged. I have since discovered twitter, which I think may be a way for me to just have a continuous flow of consciousness as opposed to keeping it all inside and then throwing up in my blog.
But, there are just some things that you cannot say when limited to 140 characters. Like the following:
I am experiencing the third (3rd) divorce in the past nine years. The first one was in 1999/2000 - it was my parents, after 18 (ish, maybe 19?) years of marriage. Ho hum. Terrible depression. Hate my life. I now have terrible anger issues and had an attitude problem for a very looooooooooooooong time. Then my senior year in high school, my father remarried. A year and a half later...a terrible thing happened and poof, another divorce. This time just super hella mad. Enter 2006...my mother marries a dude, moves away, and is now getting divorced, for another terrible thing happened.
So here's the thing: I love my husband. Desperately. (Insanely, some may say). I couldn't imagine life without him. When he went down to NC to "watch over" my mom during the very beginning of the divorce last week, I was heartbroken. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I cried every time I thought of him. November 11th will be out 11th year of being together; November 18th will be our 3rd wedding anniversary. I cherish every moment we have together; whatever problem there is, we stare each other down, we scream, we cry, we carry on until the issue is resolved. Our rule has never, ever go to bed angry with each other. And believe me, we've fought far into the early morning hours.
I'm concerned.
I'm concerned that someday I will be too tired, too numb, to disinterested to fight anymore. We often jokingly say our relationship is a "passionate" one - I know I mean it...we fight, love, fuck each other passionately. I wouldn't have it any other way.
When does it happen to people? When do they decide that what they have isn't worth it anymore? I'm not in a perfect relationship because while my husband is perfect, I'm not, which leads to an inherently flawed partnership. But I try. I try really fucking hard to make sure that what I have invested so much of my time and heart in doesn't fall apart because IT became hard.
If you don't fight for your love, with your love, how the fuck will it ever last.
But, there are just some things that you cannot say when limited to 140 characters. Like the following:
I am experiencing the third (3rd) divorce in the past nine years. The first one was in 1999/2000 - it was my parents, after 18 (ish, maybe 19?) years of marriage. Ho hum. Terrible depression. Hate my life. I now have terrible anger issues and had an attitude problem for a very looooooooooooooong time. Then my senior year in high school, my father remarried. A year and a half later...a terrible thing happened and poof, another divorce. This time just super hella mad. Enter 2006...my mother marries a dude, moves away, and is now getting divorced, for another terrible thing happened.
So here's the thing: I love my husband. Desperately. (Insanely, some may say). I couldn't imagine life without him. When he went down to NC to "watch over" my mom during the very beginning of the divorce last week, I was heartbroken. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I cried every time I thought of him. November 11th will be out 11th year of being together; November 18th will be our 3rd wedding anniversary. I cherish every moment we have together; whatever problem there is, we stare each other down, we scream, we cry, we carry on until the issue is resolved. Our rule has never, ever go to bed angry with each other. And believe me, we've fought far into the early morning hours.
I'm concerned.
I'm concerned that someday I will be too tired, too numb, to disinterested to fight anymore. We often jokingly say our relationship is a "passionate" one - I know I mean it...we fight, love, fuck each other passionately. I wouldn't have it any other way.
When does it happen to people? When do they decide that what they have isn't worth it anymore? I'm not in a perfect relationship because while my husband is perfect, I'm not, which leads to an inherently flawed partnership. But I try. I try really fucking hard to make sure that what I have invested so much of my time and heart in doesn't fall apart because IT became hard.
If you don't fight for your love, with your love, how the fuck will it ever last.
Friday, June 5, 2009
nine inch nails
Tonight, I am going to see nine inch nails for the first time. I am extremely excited, however the weather is positively awful. Like cold, rainy, WINDY.
The last two times I have been to the Tweeter Center in Camden, the weather has been pure shyte.
Velvet Revolver/Alice In Chains - August 2007 - freezing, rainy, shitty. Lawn seats.
Stone Temple Pilots/Staind - May 2008 - freezing, rainy, shitty. Inside seats.
So, I have learned my lesson - the Tweeter Center = shit weather is here to come. So I went ahead and purchased the more expensive tickets so that I don't get covered in mud and get cranky as hell.
BUT...I will be seeing nin, which makes me like, want to spank someone.
The last two times I have been to the Tweeter Center in Camden, the weather has been pure shyte.
Velvet Revolver/Alice In Chains - August 2007 - freezing, rainy, shitty. Lawn seats.
Stone Temple Pilots/Staind - May 2008 - freezing, rainy, shitty. Inside seats.
So, I have learned my lesson - the Tweeter Center = shit weather is here to come. So I went ahead and purchased the more expensive tickets so that I don't get covered in mud and get cranky as hell.
BUT...I will be seeing nin, which makes me like, want to spank someone.
Monday, June 1, 2009
I guess my
allergies are hardcore acting up? because my eyeballs are on fire. oh yes, and i believe i may have ingested a less than tip top clam so i am seriously suffering.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Online Pharmacies
I was on a medication that was taken off the market, oh, about two years ago. It made my life close to 100% better, but the FDA likes to give it to people up the ass with a cheesegrater, so I was left to fend for myself.
I initially took the risk and used an online pharmacy which I cannot recall right now - I received my medication, albeit wrapped in the Indian Times, but it came with free viagra which was awesome. Unfortunately, they DO send spam about C1aL1s so that sucks. But, no identity theft, no weird charges on my credit card. Eventually I found another website that was cheaper and offered bonus pills of the medication you actually needed as opposed to unsolicited Viagra. Which was still awesome, but Christ I really was just looking for my medication.
This place allows for expedited shipping, and with each order, because I am a repeat customer, I get 20% free pills, so I essentially get almost an extra month's worth of medication for no additional charge. They have customer service, don't spam, and what REALLY got me, is that I was looking for a drug (honestly don't feel like going through all of the insurance bullshit and still having to pay a horrendous co-pay, etc., etc.) , and thought "Why don't I just email my online pharmacy and see if they will ever stock it or if they can recommend someone?"
They got back to me in less than 24 hours with a message that unfortunately didn't help me because they don't stock it and didn't have anyone else to refer me to, but they GOT BACK TO ME.
My point is, that so many people look down their noses at international pharmacies but some of them are completely legit. And if you don't feel like going to the doctor on a Tuesday afternoon, paying the $20.00 - $40.00 co-pay, going to get the script filled, having to go back in, pay another $20.00+ co-pay JUST do get another script, it may be worth your while.
I initially took the risk and used an online pharmacy which I cannot recall right now - I received my medication, albeit wrapped in the Indian Times, but it came with free viagra which was awesome. Unfortunately, they DO send spam about C1aL1s so that sucks. But, no identity theft, no weird charges on my credit card. Eventually I found another website that was cheaper and offered bonus pills of the medication you actually needed as opposed to unsolicited Viagra. Which was still awesome, but Christ I really was just looking for my medication.
This place allows for expedited shipping, and with each order, because I am a repeat customer, I get 20% free pills, so I essentially get almost an extra month's worth of medication for no additional charge. They have customer service, don't spam, and what REALLY got me, is that I was looking for a drug (honestly don't feel like going through all of the insurance bullshit and still having to pay a horrendous co-pay, etc., etc.) , and thought "Why don't I just email my online pharmacy and see if they will ever stock it or if they can recommend someone?"
They got back to me in less than 24 hours with a message that unfortunately didn't help me because they don't stock it and didn't have anyone else to refer me to, but they GOT BACK TO ME.
My point is, that so many people look down their noses at international pharmacies but some of them are completely legit. And if you don't feel like going to the doctor on a Tuesday afternoon, paying the $20.00 - $40.00 co-pay, going to get the script filled, having to go back in, pay another $20.00+ co-pay JUST do get another script, it may be worth your while.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Oh yeah...
...I have so much fucking laundry to do! Heading to Wilmington, NC this weekend to go see my Mom and she is giving us some PIMP furniture for the den - I'm serious - like black leather couch and recliner, marble tables...unreal. So we're renting a moving fan to come back in on Monday (taking Benz down together) and JR gets to drive the Penske truck back.
Peep this - was going to be $450.00 for a U-Haul, costing us $230.00 TOTAL for the Penske and we are getting, no lie, like 8k worth of furniture.
I got my hair done and I am pretty sure I said "highlight more than lowlight" - I definitely have chunks of black in my hair along with the platinum. Rocking the skunk. Oh yes, and I have my nails painted goal so I can say I "have the golden touch" ahahahahahahahahahaahaha I fucking love my life.
Peep this - was going to be $450.00 for a U-Haul, costing us $230.00 TOTAL for the Penske and we are getting, no lie, like 8k worth of furniture.
I got my hair done and I am pretty sure I said "highlight more than lowlight" - I definitely have chunks of black in my hair along with the platinum. Rocking the skunk. Oh yes, and I have my nails painted goal so I can say I "have the golden touch" ahahahahahahahahahaahaha I fucking love my life.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Breakfast Parfaits
While delicious, who the hell knew they could be this filling? I'm seriously struggling to finish it. If I don't, in like 30 minutes I am going to be gnawing on my arm.
My iced tea has an ABSURD amount of ice in it (I understand that when having iced tea, ice is inherent, but this is fucking ridiculous). Like, cannot get straw through all of the ice to reach the bottom of my cup. Jesus.
My iced tea has an ABSURD amount of ice in it (I understand that when having iced tea, ice is inherent, but this is fucking ridiculous). Like, cannot get straw through all of the ice to reach the bottom of my cup. Jesus.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
i can't sleep.
icantsleepicantsleepicantsleepicantsleepicantsleep
icantsleepicantsleepicantsleepicantsleepicantsleep
icantsleepicantsleepicantsleepicantsleepicantsleep
icantsleepicantsleepicantsleepandidontknowwhy.
icantsleepicantsleepicantsleepicantsleepicantsleep
icantsleepicantsleepicantsleepicantsleepicantsleep
icantsleepicantsleepicantsleepandidontknowwhy.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Stop raining.
RIGHT NOW.
I drank too much Iced Tea Crystal Lite.
I am too tired to be at work.
I really want a foot rub.
I have roses on my desk from a really considerate candidate who is now my client.
I miss my husband.
I miss Seamus.
I have bills to pay.
I need a bikini wax.
I have insanely curly hair due to the Title of this blog.
I am experiencing aggressive allergies.
I love pharm animals.
Yes that was a play on words.
I made a roast pork shoulder last night and it was awesome.
I JUST got done dealing with my email after taking two days off.
I wish it was 4:52 p.m. and not 3:52 p.m.
I have a Corona tunic on my bottle of water.
I am going to wear a facemask in honor of Cinco de Mayo tomorrow.
I know that is mean.
I drank too much Iced Tea Crystal Lite.
I am too tired to be at work.
I really want a foot rub.
I have roses on my desk from a really considerate candidate who is now my client.
I miss my husband.
I miss Seamus.
I have bills to pay.
I need a bikini wax.
I have insanely curly hair due to the Title of this blog.
I am experiencing aggressive allergies.
I love pharm animals.
Yes that was a play on words.
I made a roast pork shoulder last night and it was awesome.
I JUST got done dealing with my email after taking two days off.
I wish it was 4:52 p.m. and not 3:52 p.m.
I have a Corona tunic on my bottle of water.
I am going to wear a facemask in honor of Cinco de Mayo tomorrow.
I know that is mean.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I am really sore
Like someone beat the shit out of me. I mean, I'm sure it was in a good way. But ouch.
Friday, April 24, 2009
You have to go to this website.
I suddenly feel so, so much better about myself and anything my drunken antics have caused.
http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/
Preview:
(504): dude...i just woke up in ****'s bed!
(985): doesn't he have a girlfriend???
(504): yeah...who do you think woke us up...
http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/
Preview:
(504): dude...i just woke up in ****'s bed!
(985): doesn't he have a girlfriend???
(504): yeah...who do you think woke us up...
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I'm Wolverine.
Or something akin to him because I SHREDDED my palm on the cling wrap razor last night and now it is almost completely healed.
Unreal.
It hurt like a mother this morning and I honestly didn't notice it again until just now because it has that "I'm just about done healing" purplish/pinkish look to it.
Unreal.
It hurt like a mother this morning and I honestly didn't notice it again until just now because it has that "I'm just about done healing" purplish/pinkish look to it.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
My husband is still...
...a Mets fan. Probably for the same reason I am a Yankees fan.
We're masochists. Ha.
We're masochists. Ha.
Monday, April 13, 2009
What to do when you are confronted with an ugly baby?
Seriously. I have no idea how to hide my revulsion and slowly back away before I am handed a damp, pureed pee-smelling baby.
My response of late to the ugly baby presentation has been a surprised "OH!" which I feel can be camoflaged to appear to be delight.
Outside of that, I am at a loss.
What is more perplexing, is that people will build the kid up, i.e., "He is the cutest baby," "I've never seen a sweeter baby," "YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE IT." Right. Imagine my surprise (see above) when the baby is FUGLY.
My response of late to the ugly baby presentation has been a surprised "OH!" which I feel can be camoflaged to appear to be delight.
Outside of that, I am at a loss.
What is more perplexing, is that people will build the kid up, i.e., "He is the cutest baby," "I've never seen a sweeter baby," "YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE IT." Right. Imagine my surprise (see above) when the baby is FUGLY.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I'm having a reaction to platinum.
So, about two months after I got married, my ring finger started swelling and turning red with itching. I associated it with vodka consumption and thought nothing of it.
Since my wedding, I have gained about 10 pounds (working it off...like 5 more to go...sheesh) so I also assumed that had something to do with it (my husband has gain THIRTY pounds and his ring still fits...life is so unfair).
So, as I have been working out, my ring has been fitting better, I have been avoiding vodka.
But - my left ring finger continues to get very hot, itchy, and rashy with little blisters on it when I wear my ring. I begin to fear I have an allergy. I tell my husband and of course he is furious because the cost of the ring is atrocious. So, I kind of forget about it, but lately it has been fitting, but alas very itchy and gross. I haven't worn my ring since like Friday because I was doing yardwork, and while it has fit every morning, each time I slide it on, I instantly can feel it getting tight on my finger and irritating.
This morning after the gym, I look down and see a small blister on the side of my finger. MOTHERFUCKER. And it is slighty itchy - like - my finger itches INSIDE.
At work I decide to Google "effing platinum allergy?" and sure enough...HOARDES of people with the same exact symptoms as mee. So I am going to...let me find the paper...
1. Soak my rings overnight in 2-parts distilled white vinegar, 1-part hydrogen peroxide.
2. Boil my rings for 15 minutes
3. Apply an anti-fungal cream to my finger
According to the website I was on, some people were fine with just the soak or just the soak and boil, or all three. This better fucking work. I love my rings and am so effing annoyed that I can't wear them!
Since my wedding, I have gained about 10 pounds (working it off...like 5 more to go...sheesh) so I also assumed that had something to do with it (my husband has gain THIRTY pounds and his ring still fits...life is so unfair).
So, as I have been working out, my ring has been fitting better, I have been avoiding vodka.
But - my left ring finger continues to get very hot, itchy, and rashy with little blisters on it when I wear my ring. I begin to fear I have an allergy. I tell my husband and of course he is furious because the cost of the ring is atrocious. So, I kind of forget about it, but lately it has been fitting, but alas very itchy and gross. I haven't worn my ring since like Friday because I was doing yardwork, and while it has fit every morning, each time I slide it on, I instantly can feel it getting tight on my finger and irritating.
This morning after the gym, I look down and see a small blister on the side of my finger. MOTHERFUCKER. And it is slighty itchy - like - my finger itches INSIDE.
At work I decide to Google "effing platinum allergy?" and sure enough...HOARDES of people with the same exact symptoms as mee. So I am going to...let me find the paper...
1. Soak my rings overnight in 2-parts distilled white vinegar, 1-part hydrogen peroxide.
2. Boil my rings for 15 minutes
3. Apply an anti-fungal cream to my finger
According to the website I was on, some people were fine with just the soak or just the soak and boil, or all three. This better fucking work. I love my rings and am so effing annoyed that I can't wear them!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Sandwiches
I have begun a love affair with sandwiches.
Preferred is turkey on either a kaiser roll or white bread with a little bit of mayo (I fear mayo in large quantities - a side effect of growing up with a mother who was always on Weight Watchers. Mayo is somewhere in between Hitler and Lucifer) plus salt and pepper.
Second is roast beef with cheddar or something akin to cheddar.
Not a huge "salad" fan (ahh probably because there is so much mayo in it - I love making connections) - egg salad, tuna salad, chicken salad however while at the local deli the other day, someone got an egg salad sandwich and I was weirdly attracted to it.
Shut up - I'd fuck many things, but most certainly NOT an egg salad sandwich.
I am also a fan of the warm sandwich ala panini-style in the form of a Cuban sandwich or something like what I had today with roast beef, provolone, and some orange-colored aioli. It was insanely good.
The problem with paninis is that they will ultimately cut the roof of your mouth. Remember how you felt when you ate Captain Crunch? This pain is so much more worth it than Captain Crunch was. I personally was a Kix person.
Preferred is turkey on either a kaiser roll or white bread with a little bit of mayo (I fear mayo in large quantities - a side effect of growing up with a mother who was always on Weight Watchers. Mayo is somewhere in between Hitler and Lucifer) plus salt and pepper.
Second is roast beef with cheddar or something akin to cheddar.
Not a huge "salad" fan (ahh probably because there is so much mayo in it - I love making connections) - egg salad, tuna salad, chicken salad however while at the local deli the other day, someone got an egg salad sandwich and I was weirdly attracted to it.
Shut up - I'd fuck many things, but most certainly NOT an egg salad sandwich.
I am also a fan of the warm sandwich ala panini-style in the form of a Cuban sandwich or something like what I had today with roast beef, provolone, and some orange-colored aioli. It was insanely good.
The problem with paninis is that they will ultimately cut the roof of your mouth. Remember how you felt when you ate Captain Crunch? This pain is so much more worth it than Captain Crunch was. I personally was a Kix person.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Reverse Ageism?
In my line of work, because I am third party, I can kind of practice ageism if say, the hiring manager is 48, I know I can't send someone older than him. It just is WEIRD and unspoken.
I cannot blatantly put on job boards "If you graduated college before 1995, please don't apply" which would make my life EXCEEDINGLY simple.
Point - I put all of the requirements for what I am working on - completely objective stuff such as:
- 2-4 years of medical sales experience, current (TRANSLATION: THIS MEANS NOT YOU ASSHOLE: IF YOU THOUGHT YOU'D GET AN EASY GIG AS A REALTOR AND ARE NOW CLAMBERING BACK INTO THE INDUSTRY. Everyone you KNEW in 2001 has converted to someone else's products so JOG ON! I can't make a fee off you you!)
- Bachelor's Degree
- Documented track record of success, i.e., President's Club, Top 10% ranking in sales force CONSISTENTLY (not when you were selling copiers in 1999, but like, throughout your career which means you are a legit sales rep)
So, there may be a great candidate that applies, but is, oh, 10 years too old for the manager I am working for. I ignore. They keep applying and applying...then they start calling. See, our contact information is NEVER on job postings because our industry is TRULY a "Don't call us, we'll call you" space. Being in such a small shop, I don't have the luxury of taking every single call of a pharmaceutical rep that sees my posting and despite have NONE of the required experience, is "PERFECT FOR THE JOB!" "Get me in front of the hiring manager and I'll make sure you get your fee!" No fuckhead, if I send your resume, which is the exact OPPOSITE of what my client wants, they'll tell ME to jog on, and I'll be out a client because they would think I am incompetent. Which I most certainly would look like. So, I, unlike these people who stalk me, will follow the instructions of the person I am trying to impress (see: CLIENT).
Ahem, NO PHONE CALLS MEANS NO FUCKING PHONE CALLS. How can I expect to represent you if you don't follow one fucking simple request?
Got waaaay off topic there, but seriously. "I'm a candidate, I'm your product, I'm the reason you make money. You should take my call" "No, you're not. For every 100 candidates I speak to a day, I may place, on average, .50 of you, maybe .75 of you."
Here is my point. I can't blatantly say, "Dude, you're too old for this, I'll get in trouble for sending you" and that being that, I have to dance and dodge and say "Wellllll...I know you have everything they are looking for...but you weren't selected for an interview...because...urm...someone had more experience?" Only to place a kid 10 years that candidate's junior, and the candidate knows I am full of shit once they run into them in the field.
Side note: I am full of shit most of the time. I try not to be, but I'm a recruiter. Clients tell me one thing, I go out and pitch the job, find candidate, only to learn 1. job is on hold, 2. whoops! had a completely unqualified internal referral, 3. hmmm now I think I want people with "x" experience as opposed to "y" - please start over, 4. silence from client, 5. the position is paying 50k less.
Let's be fair: I am not intentionally full of shit.
But my point is this:
Our Constitution says, "No person … shall be eligible to the office of president who has not attained to the age of 35."
How the fuck am I supposed to not practice ageism when ageism is a REQUIREMENT to attain the presidency? The most important fucking job in the country (possibly the world, depending on who you speak to) demands that only a certain age is allowed. I wonder what happens at 35 to qualify you. I know that as a woman, that is supposed to be our sexual peak. Perhaps I'd fuck my way to world peace?
Well, only a certain age is allowed to sell my clients' products. And my clients' products are a MUCH smaller deal than being the leader of the free world.
I cannot blatantly put on job boards "If you graduated college before 1995, please don't apply" which would make my life EXCEEDINGLY simple.
Point - I put all of the requirements for what I am working on - completely objective stuff such as:
- 2-4 years of medical sales experience, current (TRANSLATION: THIS MEANS NOT YOU ASSHOLE: IF YOU THOUGHT YOU'D GET AN EASY GIG AS A REALTOR AND ARE NOW CLAMBERING BACK INTO THE INDUSTRY. Everyone you KNEW in 2001 has converted to someone else's products so JOG ON! I can't make a fee off you you!)
- Bachelor's Degree
- Documented track record of success, i.e., President's Club, Top 10% ranking in sales force CONSISTENTLY (not when you were selling copiers in 1999, but like, throughout your career which means you are a legit sales rep)
So, there may be a great candidate that applies, but is, oh, 10 years too old for the manager I am working for. I ignore. They keep applying and applying...then they start calling. See, our contact information is NEVER on job postings because our industry is TRULY a "Don't call us, we'll call you" space. Being in such a small shop, I don't have the luxury of taking every single call of a pharmaceutical rep that sees my posting and despite have NONE of the required experience, is "PERFECT FOR THE JOB!" "Get me in front of the hiring manager and I'll make sure you get your fee!" No fuckhead, if I send your resume, which is the exact OPPOSITE of what my client wants, they'll tell ME to jog on, and I'll be out a client because they would think I am incompetent. Which I most certainly would look like. So, I, unlike these people who stalk me, will follow the instructions of the person I am trying to impress (see: CLIENT).
Ahem, NO PHONE CALLS MEANS NO FUCKING PHONE CALLS. How can I expect to represent you if you don't follow one fucking simple request?
Got waaaay off topic there, but seriously. "I'm a candidate, I'm your product, I'm the reason you make money. You should take my call" "No, you're not. For every 100 candidates I speak to a day, I may place, on average, .50 of you, maybe .75 of you."
Here is my point. I can't blatantly say, "Dude, you're too old for this, I'll get in trouble for sending you" and that being that, I have to dance and dodge and say "Wellllll...I know you have everything they are looking for...but you weren't selected for an interview...because...urm...someone had more experience?" Only to place a kid 10 years that candidate's junior, and the candidate knows I am full of shit once they run into them in the field.
Side note: I am full of shit most of the time. I try not to be, but I'm a recruiter. Clients tell me one thing, I go out and pitch the job, find candidate, only to learn 1. job is on hold, 2. whoops! had a completely unqualified internal referral, 3. hmmm now I think I want people with "x" experience as opposed to "y" - please start over, 4. silence from client, 5. the position is paying 50k less.
Let's be fair: I am not intentionally full of shit.
But my point is this:
Our Constitution says, "No person … shall be eligible to the office of president who has not attained to the age of 35."
How the fuck am I supposed to not practice ageism when ageism is a REQUIREMENT to attain the presidency? The most important fucking job in the country (possibly the world, depending on who you speak to) demands that only a certain age is allowed. I wonder what happens at 35 to qualify you. I know that as a woman, that is supposed to be our sexual peak. Perhaps I'd fuck my way to world peace?
Well, only a certain age is allowed to sell my clients' products. And my clients' products are a MUCH smaller deal than being the leader of the free world.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Red High Heels and a Turkey Sandwich
Two highlights of my day. But please don't think I live an unfulfilled life. Nay, I have searched for a suitable pair of dark red stilettos since the summer of 2006. Now this quest may appear to be trivial to you, however I saw them on a girl I cared more than less about, but I had to concede that they looked completely fabulous with EVERyTHING.
Fast forward to December 2008. Shopping with some friends at lunch, and come across Bandolino where they were having a tremendous sales. There they were. In the back. For $31.00. Not kidding. $110.00 shoes for $31.00. A gorgeous deep red color (not garnet, not fire-engine, kind of like a brick?) with a very subtle red crocodile skin liner around the back with a small brass buckle. Hard to explain, but whatever. I instantly loved these shoes, and wore them quite sparingly in an effort not to wear them down, as I insist on wearing heels from home to work and back again. None of this running shoe with slacks and a jacket look. Christ that's infuriating.
Fast forward again to, like, February. Noticed the right heel started to wobble a little. Not a major catastrophe, but noticeable and I had to be cautious when I walked. A friend said her heel had been doing that for two years, and she was just fine, so what the hell.
Beginning of March, I come home and am in the kitchen. My husband wasn't home quite yet, but Seamus was because, well, he's a dog. I had barely taken my coat off when my love comes through the garage door. I go to give him a greeting and Seamus was so overwhelmed, he got underneathe my legs (110lb yellow lab vs. 135lbs blonde = pile o' flesh). I stumbled backwards and felt the right heel bend in finality. I couldn't take another step. Frustrated and saddened, I figured I would take it to the shoe repair business around the block from my office (exceptional I might add...terrifying to walk into and cash only, but they do great work). A day turned into a week, a week turned into two, and I hadn't found the time or had the available cash (not that I don't have money, it's the whole "cash in hand deal" - very much so a debit card chick). Finally, on Monday I say "this is the day!!! I am getting my heel fixed!!" Unfortunately, on Monday, I was recovering from a rather rambunctious weekend which involved the Philadelphia Beer Festival and friends that are entirely too easy to drink with. Decided upon lunch as well, and had forgotten my debit card altogether (I told you I was a mess on Monday) so I couldn't even pop into Rite Aid for a 20. Tuesday rolls around, am running late for my staff meeting and yet AGAIN I forget my debit card. Wednesday, it is rainy and disgusting and quite frankly, I couldn't be bothered. This morning I woke up and knew I would be wearing my slim leg khaki slacks with a light green cardigan. The best complement to that outfit is MY EFFING RED HEELS which had now been sitting in my office for four days. I throw on another pair of slingbacks and head into the city. Go up to my office, throw my bag down, grab my shoes and off I went. I needed to get back to the office because it has been unbelievably busy, but I needed these shoes to be fixed (I have had to force myself to not say "better" as it is not normal to humanize shoes). I stop at the ATM (Bank of America - NOT MY BANK - but hey, I'll pay $1.50 for convenience ONLY it turned out to be $3.00 fucking dollars for a surcharge. Ridiculous and I will continue to talk shit about the Bank of America from this day forward). I go to the shoe repair place, and the little Asian man that works there looks at is and goes..."Oooh...$18.00?" FINE. I look at another employee and plead "I love these shoes, please fix them." The Asian guy looks at me and says "Late today?" NO. NOT LATE TODAY. I beg him for 12:30 p.m. and he agrees.
At 12:45 p.m., I can finally get away from work - I run out - get my shoes - they take them out of the brown paper bag they were in (told you this wasn't exactly high class for Center City, but hey...) and they are PERFECT.
I skip to a local deli, get a turkey sandwich, and more happy today than I was yesterday after getting a 25k place.
Also, we went to a fabulous sushi restaurant last night (little BYO by our house - four rolls, six pieces of shashimi, soup, gyoza = $50.00) - DONE!
Fast forward to December 2008. Shopping with some friends at lunch, and come across Bandolino where they were having a tremendous sales. There they were. In the back. For $31.00. Not kidding. $110.00 shoes for $31.00. A gorgeous deep red color (not garnet, not fire-engine, kind of like a brick?) with a very subtle red crocodile skin liner around the back with a small brass buckle. Hard to explain, but whatever. I instantly loved these shoes, and wore them quite sparingly in an effort not to wear them down, as I insist on wearing heels from home to work and back again. None of this running shoe with slacks and a jacket look. Christ that's infuriating.
Fast forward again to, like, February. Noticed the right heel started to wobble a little. Not a major catastrophe, but noticeable and I had to be cautious when I walked. A friend said her heel had been doing that for two years, and she was just fine, so what the hell.
Beginning of March, I come home and am in the kitchen. My husband wasn't home quite yet, but Seamus was because, well, he's a dog. I had barely taken my coat off when my love comes through the garage door. I go to give him a greeting and Seamus was so overwhelmed, he got underneathe my legs (110lb yellow lab vs. 135lbs blonde = pile o' flesh). I stumbled backwards and felt the right heel bend in finality. I couldn't take another step. Frustrated and saddened, I figured I would take it to the shoe repair business around the block from my office (exceptional I might add...terrifying to walk into and cash only, but they do great work). A day turned into a week, a week turned into two, and I hadn't found the time or had the available cash (not that I don't have money, it's the whole "cash in hand deal" - very much so a debit card chick). Finally, on Monday I say "this is the day!!! I am getting my heel fixed!!" Unfortunately, on Monday, I was recovering from a rather rambunctious weekend which involved the Philadelphia Beer Festival and friends that are entirely too easy to drink with. Decided upon lunch as well, and had forgotten my debit card altogether (I told you I was a mess on Monday) so I couldn't even pop into Rite Aid for a 20. Tuesday rolls around, am running late for my staff meeting and yet AGAIN I forget my debit card. Wednesday, it is rainy and disgusting and quite frankly, I couldn't be bothered. This morning I woke up and knew I would be wearing my slim leg khaki slacks with a light green cardigan. The best complement to that outfit is MY EFFING RED HEELS which had now been sitting in my office for four days. I throw on another pair of slingbacks and head into the city. Go up to my office, throw my bag down, grab my shoes and off I went. I needed to get back to the office because it has been unbelievably busy, but I needed these shoes to be fixed (I have had to force myself to not say "better" as it is not normal to humanize shoes). I stop at the ATM (Bank of America - NOT MY BANK - but hey, I'll pay $1.50 for convenience ONLY it turned out to be $3.00 fucking dollars for a surcharge. Ridiculous and I will continue to talk shit about the Bank of America from this day forward). I go to the shoe repair place, and the little Asian man that works there looks at is and goes..."Oooh...$18.00?" FINE. I look at another employee and plead "I love these shoes, please fix them." The Asian guy looks at me and says "Late today?" NO. NOT LATE TODAY. I beg him for 12:30 p.m. and he agrees.
At 12:45 p.m., I can finally get away from work - I run out - get my shoes - they take them out of the brown paper bag they were in (told you this wasn't exactly high class for Center City, but hey...) and they are PERFECT.
I skip to a local deli, get a turkey sandwich, and more happy today than I was yesterday after getting a 25k place.
Also, we went to a fabulous sushi restaurant last night (little BYO by our house - four rolls, six pieces of shashimi, soup, gyoza = $50.00) - DONE!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
MORE Handicapped Spots
MORE handicapped spots in the parking lot. What the FUCK is wrong with them???
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Empire is still the best...
They seriously rolled in, installed our carpet, on the day they said they would. Took them 2.5 hours and it looks amazing. Hooray!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Empire is so much better than Home Depot
So, we ordered a new carpet for the nasty den on the 7th - I recall writing about it. Guess what? Still not here. The man called the installer on Friday and was like "wtf? we were told the carpet would be in Jersey by Tuesday, it is now Friday, and no carpet." The c-rag was rude to him and said we have to call Home Depot. Call Home Depot, and they say the carpet supplier has no carpet. So...Home Depot? You outsource your carpet sales to a carpet supplier that has no carpet? And no one thought to call us? "Well, normally we ask if there was an alternative color you would like, but since they have no carpet, there was no point." My husband was pretty pissed by now - he asked when did they expect it to be here. Next Wednesday...it will have been five weeks since our inital trip to HD, and we STILL had to wait for the installer to fit us into their schedule. Fuck THAT. We demanded our money back, which we got.
The same morning, he called Empire. At this point, we needed carpet immediately because we had begun to completely neglect/abuse the den carpet because we thought we were getting a new one! They set us up for an estimate the NEXT morning, between 9:00 a.m. and 11:00 a.m. Our sales guy rolls in at 10:00 a.m., was as nice as can be (he was completely cool with Seamus molesting him), measured, then told us the total, for Empire to remove our carpet (we were responsible for that with HD), the carpet pad (6.5 lb carpet pad as opposed to 4 lb carpet pad), the same quality carpet, furniture removal, and Monday installation, was $730.00. And we only needed to depost $25.00.
Our total, for the shitty service and NO carpet was $1,098.00 with Home Depot. And did I mention they made us pay 90% before they even installed? So we were horribly inconvenienced, but they were just fine because they had $900.00 of my dollars. Fucking hell.
Unfortunately the carpet is not being installed today because of a blizzard that has rolled in, but I imagine they will do it tomorrow or Wednesday. The moral of my story is DON'T BOTHER with Home Depot or Lowe's - they lure you in with the $139.00 installation! deal, but it is ridiculously expensive, and because they outsource the carpet, the person who actually provides the service treats you like shit because they are protected by the wall of Home Depot.
So far, I am 2000% more impressed with Empire - I will let you know if the carpet looks good/bad/so-so and if it gets installed within the next 48 hours.
The same morning, he called Empire. At this point, we needed carpet immediately because we had begun to completely neglect/abuse the den carpet because we thought we were getting a new one! They set us up for an estimate the NEXT morning, between 9:00 a.m. and 11:00 a.m. Our sales guy rolls in at 10:00 a.m., was as nice as can be (he was completely cool with Seamus molesting him), measured, then told us the total, for Empire to remove our carpet (we were responsible for that with HD), the carpet pad (6.5 lb carpet pad as opposed to 4 lb carpet pad), the same quality carpet, furniture removal, and Monday installation, was $730.00. And we only needed to depost $25.00.
Our total, for the shitty service and NO carpet was $1,098.00 with Home Depot. And did I mention they made us pay 90% before they even installed? So we were horribly inconvenienced, but they were just fine because they had $900.00 of my dollars. Fucking hell.
Unfortunately the carpet is not being installed today because of a blizzard that has rolled in, but I imagine they will do it tomorrow or Wednesday. The moral of my story is DON'T BOTHER with Home Depot or Lowe's - they lure you in with the $139.00 installation! deal, but it is ridiculously expensive, and because they outsource the carpet, the person who actually provides the service treats you like shit because they are protected by the wall of Home Depot.
So far, I am 2000% more impressed with Empire - I will let you know if the carpet looks good/bad/so-so and if it gets installed within the next 48 hours.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
www.fmylife.com - My New Obsession
www.fmylife.com
NSFW, but fucking hilarious. Unless of course, you work where I do, and anything goes.
When I grow up, I want to be an FML contributor. Until then, I will enjoy other people's misery. This is my pick of the day:
Today, I had the cops called on me because I accidently texted "I'm going to kill you and use your head as hood ornament" to my ex-fiance, instead of my best friend. I only texted that because he got a better grade on an exam than me. Now I have a court date. FML
NSFW, but fucking hilarious. Unless of course, you work where I do, and anything goes.
When I grow up, I want to be an FML contributor. Until then, I will enjoy other people's misery. This is my pick of the day:
Today, I had the cops called on me because I accidently texted "I'm going to kill you and use your head as hood ornament" to my ex-fiance, instead of my best friend. I only texted that because he got a better grade on an exam than me. Now I have a court date. FML
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Dry Air
I am so fucking hungry and it is unbelievably dry in my office so my eyes are bothering me and my throat is scratchy.
I DEFINITELY have to get my nails painted today because while making pesto last night (which I thought was going to come out waaaaaay too strong but ended up being quite tasty indeed despite the exorbitant amount of garlic I put in) I chopped down on my left thumb nail, causing the paint to chip off. Not a huge deal if I was wearing a light color, however I am wearing a dark blue sapphire color so it is glaringly obvious.
Today is the husband's birthday! I booked him a 90-minute Swedish massage in a few weeks (if I gave him the gift certificate, he'd never go) at 11:00 a.m., then I'll pick him up and take him to lunch, then later on that night we'll go into the city and watch the Pro-Lacrosse team that plays here. The games are so fun, and he has never been!
Tonight we're going to dinner, and on Saturday, we're heading up to Triumph Brewery because he is such a homebrewer and since I've already taken him to Lambertville, he may enjoy this. We're getting up there early evening for some pints before his parents join us, then dinner. On Sunday we're going over to his other set of parents' house for another birthday dinner. I'm glad people are making a big deal about him - he always gets thought of last, but heaven help us all if he forgets to send a CARD for his aunt's wedding anniversary or something like that...no wait...I catch shit...he just gets guilt trips.
Anywho, he's a wonderful man, and he deserves a great day! Off to my Lean Cuisine before I come through the computer screen and eat you.
I DEFINITELY have to get my nails painted today because while making pesto last night (which I thought was going to come out waaaaaay too strong but ended up being quite tasty indeed despite the exorbitant amount of garlic I put in) I chopped down on my left thumb nail, causing the paint to chip off. Not a huge deal if I was wearing a light color, however I am wearing a dark blue sapphire color so it is glaringly obvious.
Today is the husband's birthday! I booked him a 90-minute Swedish massage in a few weeks (if I gave him the gift certificate, he'd never go) at 11:00 a.m., then I'll pick him up and take him to lunch, then later on that night we'll go into the city and watch the Pro-Lacrosse team that plays here. The games are so fun, and he has never been!
Tonight we're going to dinner, and on Saturday, we're heading up to Triumph Brewery because he is such a homebrewer and since I've already taken him to Lambertville, he may enjoy this. We're getting up there early evening for some pints before his parents join us, then dinner. On Sunday we're going over to his other set of parents' house for another birthday dinner. I'm glad people are making a big deal about him - he always gets thought of last, but heaven help us all if he forgets to send a CARD for his aunt's wedding anniversary or something like that...no wait...I catch shit...he just gets guilt trips.
Anywho, he's a wonderful man, and he deserves a great day! Off to my Lean Cuisine before I come through the computer screen and eat you.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Handicapped Parking Spots
You probably aren't going to like me after you read this. But that's okay. Because I think it might be important for this to be said, and I will take the fall for it. If you have read my post on crossing guards, life guards, etc., you really should have seen this coming.
Where I park my car everyday, at the high speed rail line to come into the city, there was always a considerable amount of parking spaces for handicapped people, yet of the hmmm...20 - 25 spots, probably a little less then half were occupied. Around Christmas time, or the holiday season, whatever, fuck you, they chose to repave the entire parking lot, which was great, because there was a tremendous amount of pot holes and other broken asphalt everywhere.
Now, in the same close parking lot where the handicapped spots were, there were about 10 metered spots. Meaning that people who will willing to pay $1.25 versus those willing to pay $1.00 more were able to walk about 200 feet right into the station whereas I paid only $1.00 and had to walk about 225 feet. The unlucky truth about the metered spots is they are highly HIGHLY watched by the Delaware River Port Authority parking cops (I don't know why they exist either, but sometimes they bring a Labrador to the station and all is forgiven). If you park in this spot and get tied up at work and are running, oh, 30 minutes late and your time expires, you get hit with a $30.00 ticket! If you park in the $1.00 spots, you probably could leave your car there for a few days before someone comes looking for a dead body.
Anywho, to prevent these $30.00 tickets, people would pay for much more than 10 hours worth of parking ($0.25 for every two hours = $1.25) and the parking authority was really getting away with people pay up to $2.00 a day to park. Smart scheme, am I correct? I, too, have fell victim of throwing all of my change in there on a day where I am running late in an effort to cut off about 35 seconds of walking time to catch a train.
For about two weeks after they paved the lot, where all of the parking meters were, there were just metal poles. You could now park in a premium spot for free! I totally did it, and felt superior when I strutted to my car and all of the other commuters watched slackjawed as I slid right in and took off, while they walked to their $1.00 spots or WORSE. The free, spooky far away spots.
Then one day, the metal poles were replaced with MORE handicapped signs. Now there are only five metered spots, and the handicapped spots remain as empty as ever.
While this was a very long winded build to my point, I am frustrated with the parking authorities lack of business acumen. Clearly we will never have enough handicapped people at our station to necessitate that many spots and they chose to LOSE money to accomodate these invisible disabled people. Our trains are from about 1962 and frequently break down on the Ben Franklin Bridge. Fox29 choppers and everything.
The last point I will make on this subject is this: I don't believe that all of the people with the removable handicapped tags are, in fact, handicapped. I (will totally own this as wrong) had a friend in high school whose father was handicapped and could never leave the house. He absolutely deserved his handicapped tag but since he wasn't going anywhere, we'd hop in her Ford Taurus and role into every HC spot available. Even at Windmill. At 2:30 a.m. to get french fries. The only reason I feel no remorse is that we were 16 and I have grown up. But I will admit that I was a completely, self-absorbed, selfish 16 year old (and 15, and 14, and 13, and so on and so forth).
Some mornings, I will be walking from my $1.00 parking spot (you cross through the handicapped lot to get in to the station - there simply isn't a way around it) and I will observe the cars. Some beautifully maintained BMWs, haggard 1987 Honda Accords, and Expeditions with ski racks on top...
Wait. Why the FUCK do you have a ski rack? Why is there a SINGLE pair skis in your backseat? Why the fuck do they look like they are YOURS??? Okay...calming down.
And sometimes, I walk through the parking lot in my 3 1/2 inch stilettos at 7:30 a.m., I hear tires squeal, and someone who is clearly smarter then I, slams his handicapped tag up on his rearview mirror and goes running past me.
Where I park my car everyday, at the high speed rail line to come into the city, there was always a considerable amount of parking spaces for handicapped people, yet of the hmmm...20 - 25 spots, probably a little less then half were occupied. Around Christmas time, or the holiday season, whatever, fuck you, they chose to repave the entire parking lot, which was great, because there was a tremendous amount of pot holes and other broken asphalt everywhere.
Now, in the same close parking lot where the handicapped spots were, there were about 10 metered spots. Meaning that people who will willing to pay $1.25 versus those willing to pay $1.00 more were able to walk about 200 feet right into the station whereas I paid only $1.00 and had to walk about 225 feet. The unlucky truth about the metered spots is they are highly HIGHLY watched by the Delaware River Port Authority parking cops (I don't know why they exist either, but sometimes they bring a Labrador to the station and all is forgiven). If you park in this spot and get tied up at work and are running, oh, 30 minutes late and your time expires, you get hit with a $30.00 ticket! If you park in the $1.00 spots, you probably could leave your car there for a few days before someone comes looking for a dead body.
Anywho, to prevent these $30.00 tickets, people would pay for much more than 10 hours worth of parking ($0.25 for every two hours = $1.25) and the parking authority was really getting away with people pay up to $2.00 a day to park. Smart scheme, am I correct? I, too, have fell victim of throwing all of my change in there on a day where I am running late in an effort to cut off about 35 seconds of walking time to catch a train.
For about two weeks after they paved the lot, where all of the parking meters were, there were just metal poles. You could now park in a premium spot for free! I totally did it, and felt superior when I strutted to my car and all of the other commuters watched slackjawed as I slid right in and took off, while they walked to their $1.00 spots or WORSE. The free, spooky far away spots.
Then one day, the metal poles were replaced with MORE handicapped signs. Now there are only five metered spots, and the handicapped spots remain as empty as ever.
While this was a very long winded build to my point, I am frustrated with the parking authorities lack of business acumen. Clearly we will never have enough handicapped people at our station to necessitate that many spots and they chose to LOSE money to accomodate these invisible disabled people. Our trains are from about 1962 and frequently break down on the Ben Franklin Bridge. Fox29 choppers and everything.
The last point I will make on this subject is this: I don't believe that all of the people with the removable handicapped tags are, in fact, handicapped. I (will totally own this as wrong) had a friend in high school whose father was handicapped and could never leave the house. He absolutely deserved his handicapped tag but since he wasn't going anywhere, we'd hop in her Ford Taurus and role into every HC spot available. Even at Windmill. At 2:30 a.m. to get french fries. The only reason I feel no remorse is that we were 16 and I have grown up. But I will admit that I was a completely, self-absorbed, selfish 16 year old (and 15, and 14, and 13, and so on and so forth).
Some mornings, I will be walking from my $1.00 parking spot (you cross through the handicapped lot to get in to the station - there simply isn't a way around it) and I will observe the cars. Some beautifully maintained BMWs, haggard 1987 Honda Accords, and Expeditions with ski racks on top...
Wait. Why the FUCK do you have a ski rack? Why is there a SINGLE pair skis in your backseat? Why the fuck do they look like they are YOURS??? Okay...calming down.
And sometimes, I walk through the parking lot in my 3 1/2 inch stilettos at 7:30 a.m., I hear tires squeal, and someone who is clearly smarter then I, slams his handicapped tag up on his rearview mirror and goes running past me.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Oh BROTHER
Hi there,
Long time no talk. Our new bedroom set was delivered:
Lovely, isn't it? We chose not to get the armoire, but the media stand instead, which comes in a week or two so that I don't have to have the flat screen on the gorgeous dresser blocking our $500.00 mirror.
Work has been good - I have been exhausted and not feeling great so I am going to the doctor on Friday, the 13th (mooowahahhahhaa). I positively despise going out to eat on Valentine's Day due to the fact that most restaurants have a *special* menu and it typically blows. So, instead, I suggested we go to dinner on Friday, the 13th. There is a restaurant I have been wanting to go to for quite some time and I was able to get us a 9:00 p.m. reservation - figured we'd do cocktails at a restaurant down the street beforehand, considering it is a BYO.
On the 14th, we're having an estimator come in for new carpeting in the den. We have this ATROCIOUS blue stained carpet in there, so I will be glad to see it go. It will be cold and rainy, so JR had the idea of cooking for each other and staying in, which I think is a great idea.
Anywhooooo back to work I go. Had an awesome lunch consisting on mussels and Sauvignon Blanc. I am so happy!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I drank vodka
And the Giants lost this weekend. I got so so shitty. I cannot drink more than one vodka beverage ever again. We were at a friend's house and I have like incredibly spotty memory of the evening.
Anyway. Got the Mustang for JR - he loves it, I love it, so there was much rejoicing. And the better the situation, the dealer gave me a loaner car until my car is repaired.
Did I mention my Mazda was RUINED about three weeks ago? JR was backing up and some peckerhead was speeding down our street in the SLEET and ruined it. Hopefully it will be done by the 16th as planned so I can sell it.
Tonight we're going to get a new bedroom set - it is so gorgeous and appropriately called The Martini Set. Dark wood, canopy bed, yadda yadda.
So, Wachovia kind of annoyed me. Now I have money and they are calling me to make sure I am "satisfied" when two months ago when my floating balance was $217, they could give two shits. It is true, money CAN buy happiness because people actually give a fuck about you when you have it.
Anyway. Got the Mustang for JR - he loves it, I love it, so there was much rejoicing. And the better the situation, the dealer gave me a loaner car until my car is repaired.
Did I mention my Mazda was RUINED about three weeks ago? JR was backing up and some peckerhead was speeding down our street in the SLEET and ruined it. Hopefully it will be done by the 16th as planned so I can sell it.
Tonight we're going to get a new bedroom set - it is so gorgeous and appropriately called The Martini Set. Dark wood, canopy bed, yadda yadda.
So, Wachovia kind of annoyed me. Now I have money and they are calling me to make sure I am "satisfied" when two months ago when my floating balance was $217, they could give two shits. It is true, money CAN buy happiness because people actually give a fuck about you when you have it.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
My new jacket...
So pretty!
I have wanted a motorcyclesque leather jacket FOREVER and my husband finally got one for me! I am thrilled.It sure has been a while - I just got back from lunch at Good Dog...http://www.gooddogbar.com/...
An relatively good bar close to my office where you can have a pint. I had the Brie and Roasted Tomato Pesto sandwich and it was scrumptious and I was able to avoid the fries.
Thanksgiving was spent in Mexico...did I write about that? Was naked and intoxicated at this awesome resort for five days. Couldn't have spent turkey day better!
December was REALLY uneventful - FINALLY received my first commission check ever so that was a relief. My next one (which is so ridiculously huge) comes tomorrow with the hopes of purchasing a new Mustang for the man. He absolutely deserves one after supporting us so much this year. He is wonderful. Then we need to pay some bills, but that won't be an issue.
Christmas Eve was so much fun - went to my in-laws that live close by, and they do the whole seafood thing because my Mother-in-Law is very Italian, but it was hilarious because they gave it a south Jersey twist. After 10 years of feeding me and me not contributing anything, I asked if I could bring some lobster, because I wanted to let them know how much I appreciate them always welcoming me into their home, when I was a poor high schooler, poor colleger, and poor post-colleger. It was such a great night.
Christmas was stressful. I got to see Mr. Cook, an old neighbor that has been the closest thing to a grandfather to me. I surprised him - the look on his face when he looked out the door was priceless. I was so happy to spend some time with him; I missed him last year because he had already left for dinner at his daughter's.
My MOMMY CAME UP! The day after Christmas we picked her up and I had her all weekend - we had such a great time - went to a wonderful restaurant. Seamus was so happy to have his Nanny there - he absolutely adores her and woke her up every morning. It is brutal when she leaves.
New Year's Eve was fun, too - we went to a restaurant that has great seafood with my Dad and in-laws and they seemed to really enjoy it, too. We kind of had happy hour at our house first; I got some shrimp and we had drinks. It is nice hanging out with your parents and feeling like an equal - they absolutely want your opinion and want you to contribute and be a resource. I like adding to my parents' lives and feeling wanted as opposed to feeling like a burden.
After dinner we went to my brother-in-laws because I really didn't feel like dragging Seamus up to a friend's house that is 1.5 hours away, nor did I feel like going into the city (but being outside on a boat somewhere...not fun for Meggy), so we went down there so we could have our dogs play. Let me tell you, I blacked out that night, woke up the next morning, had Pizza Bagels, kept drinking, drank all through the next night (this night was vodka, the night before was rum, so I am assuming that is why I was not hung over New Year's morning), but I woke up on the 2nd and thought someone had beaten me severely with a baseball bat. It took me a full day and a 1/2 to recover. I sent my sister an email saying that New Year's did its intended job: I CANNOT DRINK ANYMORE. Not literally, but I don't have the liver of a 21-year old anymore. So, I am going to be sticking to wine, and a little beer with the *occasional* cocktail which will probably be Captain and Diet...my old standby that never, ever hurt me as much as vodka.
In addition to getting obliterated, I also yelled at a representative from LA Fitness because they called me like 20x to set up my personal training consultation - I am not exaggerating. They called me nonstop within a two week period. And this is AFTER I had paid $500.00 to join - they already had my money! What else do you want from me? Anyway, I was screaming and curing and carrying on, and the rep was just like, "You can't talk to me like this - call me back when you calm down and aren't cursing." Seriously, I felt like such a piece of shit. So I called up and apologized and he said it was okay, but then my phone died. I felt so bad, but then the next day I checked my voicemail and it was the rep saying everything was cool, he heard me apologize and that he would take me off the call list and if there was ever a problem to come to him. I shit you not - the NEXT voicemail was from LA Fitness asking me if I was ready to get starting on my New Year's resolution. At this point, I just laughed. Whatever...there are so many more important things to worry about than LA Fitness.
But that leads me to another realization - there is no reason to get that angry over stupid things. Someone getting hit by a drunk driver - yes. A doctor missing cancer in your Mom's best friend because they were too busy with someone/thing else - yes. LA Fitness trying desperately to get me in the door to sign me up for something I clearly don't want and have displayed by not returning their 21 voicemails and 15 missed calls with no voicemail - no. It's a gym. They don't want me to be a fatass. They make money off of me NOT being a fatass. But I will not be mean to anyone ever again. Period. Speaking of which, I am getting it and I feel like garbage :-P
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