And That's When the Other Shoe Dropped

It's the part I always wait for when there's a new guy in my life.  But this time it really caught me off guard.

Manfriend and I broke up.

Ever since he found out that he's got to have surgery on his neck (he has a herniated disk from the accident), something's been off.  Something shifted with him.  He became depressed.  He had been since the accident, but it got worse.  He's terrified of surgery.  We had a couple of fights, which wasn't normal for us.  Usually we're pretty calm.  And I felt like he was going to cancel on me about going to the shore.  He didn't.  Things didn't go like I wanted on that trip.

I've never been this upset over and ending with someone.  I've literally cried every day in the last week, which hasn't been a norm for me in a long time.

The short and short of it is that he's depressed, he's decided we're too different, and that we shouldn't be together.  We are different, but I think that's part of why we worked.  There was other stuff, but I'm not going to betray his confidences here.  He thinks I can do better.  And it's not just a line.  I can tell that's really how he feels. Which makes me even more sad.

We still care about each other, so maybe it will work out another time, but as for now it's not going to happen.  We are going to keep in touch and be friends though.  Something I've never really done with an ex.  First time for everything I guess.

It just sucks.

Updated: I thought I couldn't even be mad at him. Turns out I found a little anger toward him about some stuff.  Not the whole thing.  It is probably better that we broke up at this point.  But still.

I'm Scarred

What is it about a restroom door being propped completely open that says “Hey! Why don’t you come pee now!”??


I was working on Sunday night and ended up having to clean and close the dining room-which includes the restrooms. Which is my least favorite job to begin with. My worst fear is walking in on a guy using the urinal, so I always knock 123145 times before I go in, then I move the trash can and prop the door completely open. I had done this, and went into the ladies’ room to clean something and when I went to go back into the men’s room, there was a guy at the urinal.

I ran away. Why would you whip it out in a public bathroom with the door propped all the way open?!?!

Then a few minutes later I was changing the trash can that I had used to prop the door with. The door was open. An older gentleman came walking down to the restroom, so I told him I’d be done in a moment. His response, “That’s ok, I don’t mind if you watch”. Excuse me? “It’s ok, I’ll just use the cube. Don’t tell your father hahaha.” No, no and three times NO. I don’t want to hear old man peeing, let alone see old man pener. Unacceptable. I mouthed “What the f*ck?!?” to my coworker (who was looking down the hall with wide eyes) and ran away.

Perhaps all the weirdoes came out on Halloween? I’ve reached my limit of men attempting to pee in my presence. Hopefully I’ll be closing the bakery this evening.

I hope everyone had a great Halloween (I’m hoping it was better than mine at the very least)!

I've Reached a Plateau

I’ve lost around 10 pounds. Which is great, but now I’m hovering.  I didn't drop anything last week.  (I didn't gain anything either!) It could be due to the plastic pumpkin that’s taken residence in my office that keeps being refilled by my coworkers (which is very nice of them, but bad for my will power.  Hello Reese's cups!), or the fact that I went to a sushi buffet Friday for dinner. I think I ate my body weight in sushi. Then I topped it off with a crepe. Because why wouldn’t a Japanese sushi buffet have crepes? Who cares? They’re delicious.


That’s my problem though. If it’s there, I will eat it. This is true of anything I find yummy-not just baked goods. I’ve been known to pick at the bowl of green beans while talking after dinner at the table. And it really REALLY doesn’t help that my second job is at a bakery. I have a bad habit of taking a bit of something and throwing the rest away. Unfortunately I do it with 5 things that I think look good that day. I really am on working on that. I’ve been munching on pickles (no points on Weight Watchers) instead of cookies.

I’m going to try to lose a few extra points than where I’d like to be before the holidays. That way I can eat all the deliciousness and not feel too guilty about it. Seconds on pie? Please and thank you!

Mice Are Gross, But Now I'm Much More Organized-Silver Lining?

This weekend kind of blew. I wasn’t feeling well Friday, so I didn’t go out. Instead I watched Jersey Shore and World of Jenks on MTV (World of Jenks is actually pretty good.) and went to bed early. Saturday I spent the day running around, went to Target, the gym, did laundry—that’s my version of GTL. I got the third season of The Big Bang Theory on DVD. I was watching it Saturday night when I heard a rustling in the next room over. I didn’t think much of it. I thought a bag was settling since I was organizing a bit over there (as per my 2010 goals). But then I heard it again. So I turned on the light and I see a mouse.


I HATE MICE. That’s the one thing that gets me. Spiders and other assorted bugs don’t bother me, but anything rodent-like grosses me out. I was keeping some baking supplies in that bag. It got into the graham crackers I had to make my not-yet-world-famous s’ mores brownies. So I threw all that away and anything else food-like that was up there, even if there was no sign of vermin invasion. (PS I googled getting rid of mice and they don’t like the smell of mint. Good thing I usually have a pack of gum in my purse and/or on my night stand). Anywho, that sparked a cleaning spree like I haven’t had in a while. Including dusting.

On the bright side, I got that room organized and some boxes cleaned out, and most of my bedroom done before I had to go to work. Next I have to tackle the boxes I have stored in the other rooms. (We have a big house. I’m on the third floor. There’s my bedroom, the room that has the stairs and my books, a store room that has bulk items-shampoo, toilet paper-and assorted Christmas decorations, and another bedroom that currently is filled with boxes of who knows what).  Also, my house is over 300 years old.  We were bound to get a mouse at some point.

I won’t be able to do that this weekend because MY MOM’S COMING TO VISIT! I have off Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday from BOTH jobs. Exciting. And I’ve scheduled myself to get a massage Thursday. Happy Birthday to me!

PS The mouse was caught. It was in the trap when I got home from yoga last night. I may have gotten my aunt to take of that for me. ( I don’t touch rodents-dead or alive.)

Fall and Birthdays and Rants, Oh My!

The touch of fall we're having today is reminding me of everything I love about the change in the seasons.  One of my favorite things about each of the seasons is how it smells.  I love the smell of snow in the winter, the flowers in the spring, fresh cut grass in summer, and the smell of the leaves in the fall.  Yes, I can smell the difference when they're changing.

I get excited for the chance to wear boots and sweaters again.  And scarves!  They take the place of necklaces in the winter because my office is always freezing.  Usually I'll miss the beach, flip-flops, and the sun on my skin.  But this year (and I think it's pretty universal) I can't wait for it to cool off. 

September's a big month.  My birthday is coming up.  I'm turing 25.  I don't think I'm wear I thought I'd be at 25, even though I don't really have a life plan.  My mom's visiting for the bday (mine and my brother's (his is the day before mine)).  I'm hoping 25 is a big year.  I really want to cross some stuff off my life list.  Like driving cross-country.  I've never been to Vegas or California, so I'd love to hit both those places on a road trip.

Also, the change in the seasons is remind me how badly I'm doing with my 2010 goals.  I really need to get on that stuff...


Also, I need to fit in this mini-rant:

I have been incredibly out of sorts the last few days. Yesterday, I went over to the mall to pick up new yoga pants ($15 at Old Navy), and went into Charlotte Russe to get a super cute owl necklace (I've been obsessed with the idea since Salt did her Hooty giveaway). Turns out I forgot my wallet. I have never forgotten my wallet in my adult life. So I had to leave my awesome parking spot (it was raining) and run home and grab my monies. Luckily I live all of 5 minutes from the mall. Then I get my necklace, get my yoga pants and run to the bank. I got home and took a shower and talked to Big Pappa (almost-doctor-guy) for a while. I got to remove the tags from my yoga pants and one pair was an extra small-on a medium hanger. So now I get to go back. UGH. On the bright side, they're ridiculously comfortable, and I'm excited to start yoga in a couple of weeks!

This is Probably TMI, but I Left My Pride in the Stirrups

 Today was the day I hate the most of the entire year.  It's worse than Valentine's Day when you have no one.  With VDay, there's always next year.  With this day there's always next year, dammit.

No one, no one, likes to have their snatched poked at for non-recreational purposes.

At least I get to go to my family doctor's office where I've been going since I was born.  They already know everything, so I don't have to refill out my medical history all the effing time.

First there's the basic questions.  Discharge, pain, discomfort, etc.  Then the doctor gets to second base with you- A LOT- and then your feet you up in the stirrups.  And you have the urge to keep your knees together, but you can't.  And they always always tell you to relax.  But that's next to impossible.  Plus it feels like there's a draft.

For serious.  Guys don't even know.  I'd take "turn and cough" any day over playing "where's your cervix".  Most males are all "oh well we have to have the prostate exam blah blah blah".  Really?  REALLY?!  That takes a few seconds.  Meanwhile we've got to have our hoohahs propped open with a spotlight shining up there and a giant q-tip swirled around.  Every year.  FOREVER. 

Because you have to go.  Or they don't let you have your pills.  It's blackmail.  If you don't get your pills, then your eggo gets preggo and you have to go anyways so they can poke around "for the baby".

On the bright side, I did get the BC changed to the seasonal stuff.  High fives for no period all summer! It was almost worth it.

PS How does one make the life choice to look at vag all day?  Do you think gynos have a rating system?

Update or something

This is going to be scattered.  No intro, just gonna dive right in.

1. Goals 2010: nothing new really. 
a.  I've managed not to buy too many new clothes since cleaning everything out.  I've also managed not to remember to put them out on morning when Purple Heart is supposed to be here.  Maybe I'll just take them to Goodwill. 
b.  I have been keeping up with the gym and consequently eating more and also things that are bad for me.  That's just how my brain works.  "I went to the gym...mmm cake!"  I have put on some muscle.  My lower body is looking pretty awesome.  Thank you crossramp!
c. I'm still blogging.

2.  I'm so sick of seeing the trailer for the new Miley Cyrus movie.  If I ever met her, I'm pretty sure I'd punch her in the face.  That's not a threat...swearsies.

3.  The universe decided to make me be super busy workwise at both jobs because I'm off next week.  Awesome.  I'm training someone at job#2 and I'm pretty much the worse trainer ever because I don't really know the new way to do.  They changed protocol and whatnot in the two years since I was there.  Annnd I have like 4 boxes of product to get through at job#1 and like 3 meetings this week.

4.  I haven't been sleeping well.  Going to try to get some shuteye after I'm done posting.  Tylenol PM has been my biffle this week.  NABM (new annoying boss man) asked me if I was "in a mood" the fifth time he came in to bother me today.  I might have to shut my door to get through the rest of the week.

5.  I've been watching Top Model and Tyra has worn a jumpsuit (one piece outfit that's like a dress except the bottom has pant legs instead of a skirt) every episode.  I know you're skinny again, sweetie, but no.

Passive Aggressive Notes Are *Always* the Answer

As I've mentioned here, my coworkers are less than thoughtful when it comes to the common areas (the lunchroom, the bathrooms).  So I left this little love note on the ice bin today.

 

I taped it on there on Monday, and it's still there.  And the bin hasn't been left empty as far as I can tell.

Also, new boss is a little annoying and driving up a wall.  He's in my door/office/face a lot.  Hopefully things will calm down once he gets back in the flow of things.  I need my space.  This is going to take some getting used to.

Dear Prudence, won't you come out and play?

The title of this post has nothing to do with the actual post.  I've just had that song stuck in my head for approximately foureffingdays.  Thank you afternoon Beatle break.

Anywhatsit...it's going to be one of those weeks.  Last week was kind of one of those weeks ( I had to give one of the kids at job #2 a talking too...tired of working with high schoolers).  But I think that this week is going to take the cake.  It's only Monday, and I'm pretty exhausted. ...I did work out pretty hard today though.  I'm trying to challenge myself a little more.  (Don't worry--I won't end up looking like those creepy body builder chicks who look like men in bikini tops.  I just threw up in my mouth a little blech).

I found out at job #1 Friday that SURPRISE! I have a new boss today.  Thanks for the warning, guys.   It's someone that worked there before when I was there temping in the summer, so I know him.  Here's the thing though--he's really annoying.  When the official e-mail went out about him coming back there was a collective sigh from everyone that had worked with him before.  

On top of helping him get up to speed, we've got visitors this week, including the regional managers.  The RM's won't be in the building much, they'll have most of their meetings at the hotel.  Fine by me, they drive us nuts sometimes.  

In happier news...Aunt Georgette is coming to visit!  I haven't seen her since a funeral, so I'm excited it's a happy occasion this time.  She'll be here tomorrow.  Her visit promptly snowballed into having all my aunts and my dad here on Saturday, which means....family food fest.  WIN. 

I'm Too Tired to Think of a Witty Title...

So my office is now blocking half the internet because of viruses...they say.  I can't get onto Facebook, Blogger, Wordpress or anything else that could potentially make me happy for five minutes when I need a break from staring at spreadsheets and reports.  I do, however, have Google Reader.  Which is great, except I can't see any pictures, just text. 

I can read blogs, but I just see a big empty box.  Which makes me sad.  I don't know if the picture is integral to the post or if it's just there to compliment and accent it.  At least they won't block Google..I hope.  They blocked Google video search.  Seriously, guys?  If they block Google reader I will cry.  I will sit here at my dest and cry.  I can still post via e-mail, so they haven't foiled me yet!  Take that IT department!  (I hope none of them find this...that'd be weird.  Most of our IT department is over 50...not really my target audience).

In good work news: I get to learn Adobe Flash!  I'm very excited because I'll get to do more with our website, and I like the more "creative" side of my job.  I'm really very tired of looking at spreadsheets.

Sidenote:  When you want to try someone's drink and they say "Oh, I'm sick!", DO NOT drink it anyway.  That is how you get sick.  You are not invincible. And they generally frown upon runny noses and coughing in a food service establishment (job #2).

Also:  GLEE EFFING STARTS APRIL 13th!!!!

I Feel Accomplished

In case you haven't heard, it snowed here.  A LOT.  So I had two days of being stuck in the house.  I worked on some unfinished projects, so I feel a little productive. I've actually been working on one of the blankets i started forever ago, so maybe I'll actually have that finished by the end of the year. 

Last week was good work-wise.  The office was only open Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, although I did have to work job #2 all three days.  Thankfully I didn't have to drive through the blizzard to get there.  I don't think my little 4-cylinder Chevy Prizm would have made it, no offense to her.  The sun was out yesterday and the glare made people drive like A-Holes.  I went to dinner and got myself a drink....or three.

Today I finally got to the gym.   The snow has really been messing up my schedule.  The gym's been closed on my days, and I can't go on other days because of job number two. I always feel better after going. I think I might have overdone it a little today though.  I was trying to make up for missed days, and now I'm exhausted.

I also booked my flight to Florida.  My brother and I are going down after Easter to see our mom and step-dad.  I'm hoping to get to the Harry Potter theme park while down there, even though it's a 3 hour drive from Mom's house.  That would be a bonus.  I'm most excited to go lay on the beach.  I'll be counting down the days until April 6th (and working hard at the gym).

I also went to Target today.  How do I always spend more than $50 there?  I'll go in for one or two things and BAM....see ya later money left after paying bills.  I did pick up both Kathy Griffin's and Chelsea Handler's books, though.  I've heard that Chelsea's is really funny, and I lovelovelove Kathy Griffin. So we'll see how that goes.

Is Your Nose Running?...Then You Better Go Catch It.

From October right on through to April or so I am on the precipice of being sick.  I feel perpetually crappy, but somehow it never blossoms into a full blown illness.  I intermittently take a multi-vitamin, zinc, and echinacea.  But the trick remembering to do so.  I do, however, drink juice pretty much every day.  I think the vitamin C is what does it. 

There's a girl at job #2, E, who has had more illnesses this winter than I have had in the last 4 years.  First she got the swine flu (which is partially because she kept joking about getting it.  I firmly believe she jinxed herself), then she had bronchitis and/or strep, then pink eye, and now she's got tummy issues.  The tummy issues are a chronic thing--gastrobigmedicalword.  Anywho, being that I work with her 2 days a week, I'm thankful that I haven't gotten any of her diseases.  She's got a 6 year old, so she pretty much gets what he gets.  Huzzah.  This is another reason I don't have kids, yet.  Aside from not having a significant other...details...

I feel the crappiness coming on again.  My nose is stuffy/sneezy/sniffly...I should take some dayquil or something, but I don't like to take medicine for every little thing.  So I'll just drink my grape juice and hug my box of Puffs Plus (with lotion) because they rock and hope that it'll go away.  I'm also hoping that the office will be closed tomorrow because of snow, then I can save my sick days for when I get the plague or pneumonia, or I need a mental health day.  I think that mental health days are 10 times more important than physical health days. 

A Note to Some of My Coworkers

Dear People in my Office:

What the eff?  Is it really necessary to leave 2 sheets of toilet paper on the roll and not change it.  I can see how it could be taxing as the new rolls are about a foot away.  Are you the same person who leaves the last sheet of paper towel on the roll?  I always like to use that glue-covered last piece while drying my dishes, warming up my lunch, etc. 

Please take an additional 3 minutes to refill the ice cube trays.  I'm aware that you're busy--we all are.  But until we get a new fridge with ice maker, REFILL WHAT YOU FINISH!  That goes double for the coffee.  Yes, I'm talking to you six-cups-of-coffee-drinker.  You know who you are.  You're the people who will take from the new pot so you don't empty the old one.  Just make more coffee.  While we're on the subject--if you spill coffee grounds, sugar, and/or creamer, clean that ish up.  Do you leave messes like this at home?  Does your significant other clean up after you as though you're a child?  I think it might be time to grow up.

Kthx =)