Farewell to Sanity

So, it's time for the obligatory Valentine's Day Post. For the first time in a couple years, I'm taken for this overrated mushy holiday on which every jewelry company does its best to convince your mate that he doesn't really love you unless he buys you jewels.

Well, I didn't get jewels, and I didn't want them to begin with. I did, however, get a cute vest from Eddie Bauer, which is exponentially more romantic than it sounds at first. I have been lusting over one of these vests for the past two and a half months, since one of my friends left theirs at my house. As most of you know, I'm extremely sensitive to the cold and extremely whiney when cold. Any cute, warm, bundley object is good on my list. This was the most perfect gift I could have imagined (except he bought it in a smaller size than I actually am, which makes me happy because he perceives me to be really skinny).

Since I had to TGIF on V-day (even though I was super sick and we were super dead), John took me to The Melting Pot (a yummy fondue restaurant in Darien) the next day. We celebrated with cheese and chocolate fondue, with lobster, filet mignon, chicken, and ravioli sandwiched in between. Top all that off with a yummy bottle of wine (cuz we did!), and you've got the recipe for a great Valentine's day.

Afterwards, he spent the evening nursing me to health as he's been trying to do for the past two and a half weeks that I've been ubersick. This includes tucking me in, making me warm, and setting up a medicated vaporizer.

We're trying to close on our house by the 28th, and he's been really awesome at getting stuff done. I feel so lucky to have found someone so amazing and wonderful who treats me so well who feels lucky to have found someone like me.

As many of you may know, I decided to go to Orlando/Nassau, Bahamas last week.

In the wee early morning of January 12th, I hopped in my little Cougar with several bags full of stuff in disarray. On my mad dash down to LaGuardia, I ran into a little traffic on 684. And by a little traffic, I mean I was dead stopped for almost three hours and people had to be choppered away from the accident site. I called my airline who explaind to me that I was SOL if they rescheduled me, because they'd have to charge me for a brand new ticket (About $400). So, I just showed up late to the airport (note to travelers: If you want to keep your sanity, NEVER drive to LGA). I explained to them my situation, and they agreed to put me on another flight with only a $50 change of flight fee.

My choices for a new flight were one that had a 2.5 hour layover in Detroit that arrived in Orlando a little before seven or one that didn't leave LGA til seven pm, but was a straight shot. Since all of my friends on myspace are actual friends of mine, you all know that to have a layover in MI would mean a lil bit o'family time... making my decision a no brainer.

Since it was about 10am, and my flight didn't board til 11:30, I podunked around the airport and bought some comfy travel stuffs. I made it to my terminal in plenty of time where I decided to repack my carryon to the amusement of all the other passageners in the terminal. Once settled and ready to fly, they announced that boarding would begin at noon. Then they announced boarding would begin at 1. Then they announced boarding would begin at 2:30 (reasoning: some genius airline employee deployed the inflatable slide/stairs meant for emergency and they had to replace the part). Quite alarmed, I rushed up and asked our wonderful Spirit Airlines representitive what their Plan B for those heading to Orlando would be. She assured me that we would make our flight. I assured her that it was likely that we would not. She told me to sit down and not worry.

Fast forward to the end of the flight to Detroit (for which there was no way I was making lunch with the parents), we, of course, arrive forty-five minutes after our connection flight left. At that point, Spirit transfered me to AirTran. This meant that I had to go all the way down to luggage claim, grab all my bags, haul them all back upstairs to ticketing, check in, recheck my bags, go through security again (where I was personally sceened), and run to the gate. During this time, I realize that by the time I got to Orlando, It'd be 12:30am. Since I was relying on a friend to pick me up from the airport early that morning, this means that I not only had to miss out on some quality catch up time with my old school roomate, but I was also stranded at the airport with no way of getting to my cruise.

I crisis managed, got a room and a transfer (with a little help from the person I was meeting up with in Florida). I also had a 2 hour layover in Atlanta, GA.

Once at the ship's security, I was accused of packing a knife (it turned out to be my glasses) and treated like scum. I was cram packed onto a garish ship full of trashy and ghetto people. The highlight of the trip was the gentle way the boat rocked me to sleep and the tons of sleep and foodstuffs that I had. Oh, and also the massage and the three trips to the ship spa that I had.

On the trip back, I discovered that I'd been kicked off my flight, because I had missed a segment of my trip (read: I missed the flight they had brought me to the airport too late to catch). I had to fly stand-by, which luckily I made.

I picked up my car from the airport, where I realized that it had been damaged while I was away. I return home to discover that negative things have been said about me in my absence. So, I request: Please, if you do have something bad to say about me, come talk to me first so at least I'm forewarned.

Current Music: Not the Doctor by Alanis Morisette

Why would you come to a restaurant, fill out an application, eat a meal, and NOT TIP YOUR SERVER???!!!

What on earth makes you think you will EVER BE HIRED?

Good job, genius, you also left your credit card. You're so effing lucky you got me and not someone else. I'm a nice girl. I didn't go on a shopping spree with your card, Aba. I didn't fill up my tank of gas or buy those new Jimmy Choo's I've had my eye on. Instead, I gave it to my manager and told her that if she wanted to, she could call the number on the app to let you know.

I also let her know that you didn't tip me. You will never be hired at my restaurant.

ATTN LIL OLD LADIES: I appreciate that you're old and don't give a flying monkey about how much time you spend at a restaurant. How nice for you to have all the time in the world.

When it's a Saturday night, they give me a three table section, because we will probably be on a wait at some point, and they want me to be able to get people in and out as soon as possible. You were taking up half of a four person table.

When you complained about the light shining in your eyes, I adjusted the blinds. When it still wasn't good, I adjusted them the other way. When you asked if you could get another table, I asked the hostesses if there was another good option. Since your food had just arrived and the rest of the restaurant was mostly packed, the best solution was for you to stay there. You switched chairs and it was fine. I know you wanted to be moved to my eight seat table. There was NO WAY IN HELL the two of you were taking up an eight person table on a Saturday night.

You then proceeded to spend an hour and forty five minutes at my table. You had salads. They came out in under ten minutes. There was no good reason for you to be there that long when we were that busy. You cost me at LEAST $20 and you weren't even pleasant little old ladies.

If you want to sit and chit chat, that's fine. Don't do it during the dinner rush of a Saturday shift when a dance recital just let out and there's a carnival across the street. Turning tables is how I make my money. If you're going to camp, please tip higher. If you're going to tip poorly, please don't camp.

Current Mood: frustrated

I went to the hospital yesterday. Found out I have the flu, bronchitis, and maybe asthma. I got three different kinds of drugs: an inhaler, steroids, and some cough liquid with codine. YAY codine.

Here's to going to work tonight anyway.

MySpace Me

I'm sick with the flu. It sucks, but I've been to day work every day and night work the last two nights. I'll be glad for a break tonight. I'm planning on coming home and laying down for hours. Yay rest.

The weather is beautiful and warm. It's supposed to be in the 70s today. I love it. I just wish I could enjoy it more.

Well, the car repair is covered under the warranty, but it's still in the shop. Blech. I don't know how this story will end for our fair heroine.

In other news, I need to buy a lock for my door. Out of the three bedrooms, mine is the only one that's not lockable. This hadn't been a problem until today, when I forgot Andy was working from home. He decided to enter my room without waiting for a response to his knock. Apparently the internet went down, and he needs it to do his work. But, GEEZE.

I start my orientation for Friday's tomorrow. I got a second job, so that I can better prepare financially for my future.

It was 72 degrees and beautiful out today. I'm tempted to go for a stroll right now, but I don't want to change out of my pajamas and I don't wanna put on shoes. I've decided that I will buy my house somewhere where I can walk around barefoot. I love being barefoot, and I wish I could prance around this neighborhood sans shoes. Unfortunately, I can't. Nor would it be a wise idea to walk out there in my booty shorts and tank top pj set.

In other news, if anyone knows any quality guys in my area of Connecticut, feel free to put in a good word for me. I don't mind being single, and I'd rather be without a man than be with one who wasn't right for me. That said, it'd be nice to have some romance in my life right now. I'd like to find someone who gives me butteflies. Preferably someone strong willed like me, who's tall and sweet and smart and hardworking, who will overlook my quirkiness. Major bonus points if they find my quirkiness cute or endearing.

I realize I used the phrase "In other news" twice; however, I don't care. This is a livejournal and not something I'm trying to get published.

I want to go to sleep. I've been in bed with the lights off for two hours. SLEEP!!! COME VISIT ME!!!! PLEASE!!!

Anyway, goodnight and good luck.

My car's in the shop and has been all week. They're not sure if they'll cover it under the warranty yet or not. I've got a few things that I really want to buy, but I'm trying to conserve my monies until I'm sure that I won't have to payfor my car repairs. I have money set aside for emergencies, but it's $7k min that they want for it, and I still owe $10k on the car itself.

In other news, I might head down to the city today, because the train goes from here to there for $35 round trip.

It's that time of year again!

In the past year, I've dated a variety of guys and learned a few things. 1) A lot of people have skeletons in their closet. 2) If you fit into that category and you want to keep the skeleton in that closet, you should never EVER EVER drink.

That being said:

-If you're still married, I don't want to date you.
-If you're in the middle of getting a divorce but still technically married, I don't want to date you.
-If you're still messed up from your cheating ex-wife, I don't want to date you.
-If you're still hung up on your ex at all, I don't want to date you.
-If your ex-fiance has just given birth to a child that may or may not be yours, I don't want to date you.
-If you have low self-esteem, I don't want to date you.
-If you're just not that into me, I don't want to date you.
-If there are rumors going around that are possibly true about you having an STD, I not only don't want to date you, I don't want to touch you with a ten foot pole.
-If you don't open doors for women, especially on a first date, I don't want to date you.
-If you don't tip well when it's deserved, I don't want to date you.
-If you're going to be inappropriate when we've just met, I don't want to date you.
-If you're not going to treat me like a laydee, I don't want to date you.
-If you're not doing anything with your life, I don't want to date you.
-If you drunk-dial/drunk-IM me to confess your undying love to me, I don't want to date you.
-If you drink to the point where you're obnoxious, crying, or puking, I don't want to date you.
-If you smoke, I don't want to date you.
-If you're all about your clothes, hair, car, etc, and have nothing deeper in your life, I don't want to date you.
-If you say you'll call by a certain time, and you don't, I don't want to date you.
-If you can't keep your word, I don't want to date you.
-If you have no future, I don't want to date you.
-If I'm not special to you, I don't want to date you.
-If you have no sense of humor, I don't want to date you.


That being said, I found myself single this Valentine's Day. Unlike many others, I wasn't mourning my singleness, however, I was celebrating it. I took myself to Carmen Anthony's Steakhouse, looking fabulous. I spent $100 after tip on a meal that included Chardonnay, escargot, a full lobster, espresso, and creme brulee. Afterwards, I took myself down to Yale for a Girls Only party, where I was served champagne and white wine.

During my meal, two guys came and asked me why I was alone. They had originally thought that my boyfriend was in the bathroom, but eventually realized that my boyfriend couldn't be in the bathroom forever. They had come to get a drink or two at the bar, and invited me out with them to dinner somewhere else. I politely explained that I was celebrating being single and not being with Mr. Wrong. I thanked them for their invitation but told them I had other plans.

All in all, it was one of the best Valentine's Days I've ever had. :-)

Current Mood: amused