Striking Gold (Again)

The news just keeps on getting better - get this: when I travel to LA, since I am the first one out there from the department, I have to take all the merchandise.
We are insured for a million dollars for the event. I think that means I'll have that much worth of jewels on me. Which means, as I just found out, that I have to travel with a bodyguard...
MOVE OVER, LINDSAY LOHAN
Because there is a new girl in town with a bag full of worthy jewels..uh huh that's right.

I'm so excited. As you can see it takes so little, so very little. And yes, I will plan a travel outfit to be traveling with own personal bodyguard. Seriously you can't just wear anything. My celebrity fantasy will come true because don't think I won't be acting like I'm somebody with some big buff man following my ass. Uh huh, that's right.

Today - I LOVE my job. Bodyguard, LA, Golden Globe tent. Yeah, it's golden.

And speaking of, I have two weeks to lose ten pounds. That's the 5lbs I added on from all that Mexican food I ate in San Antonio. And the 5lbs I added during the week of Christmas to today. Uhm hmm. I need to lose the weight, seriously. You have no idea how the sight of my thighs are disgusting me more so than the diamond industry right now (don't worry I'll stop mentioning it one day).

Oh and before I forget - O, Canada called with a bunch of random ass questions again. I actually lied to him and told him that I found a boyfriend. And to make the lie sweeter, it was an Australian boyfriend. I just had to fight foreign with foreign. Right?

New Years is looking good. We're hosting a big to do, supposedly the biggest thing to happen in Dallas that night (we'll wait and see about that). But I get to stay the night here. So that's cool. Even though its 2 blocks from my apartment.

I never pass up anything free; especially if its a hotel. Come. On.

And you so know, I already browsed the room service menu because after a New Year's Eve night I do not want to be wondering about breakfast - just bring it up to me. Thank you very much.

Living My Life Like Its Golden

Guess where I get to be...you'll never believe it.
Here.

uh-huh, that's right.

I'll be standing in a tent giving away gift bag goodies and I cannot wait. Let's not get too excited because we had to pick straws on what days who would work what and I picked the teeny straw. That means I work Day 1, Friday and I doubt any well to do actors will be seen on Friday. Bummer.

But still...right?!?!

I'm still disgusted by the whole lots of diamonds but hey, as long as I'm not wearing them. It's cool.

And since it aligns next to a weekend I'm going to breeze through San Antonio again.
Uhm hmm...
It's not as if I never touched foot in that city all of last year and now I feel like I am always there. And you know my luggage needs a place to stay at least one of those nights ;)
Speaking of him - oh how I wish I lived in SA just for that. We've texted each other a few times and that is that. We'll see...

And then as a complete surprise to me (because there are no expectations from any boys coming from this end) a guy texted me a Merry Christmas on Christmas day. A guy that I've met only twice, think is good looking, and have potential date on the horizon.

Oh and speaking of expectations...is it awkward to run into someone you dated in the mall?
Not for me. I act like you are just another friend I've ran into.

But for Trombone....not so much, Lordy, it was a big freaking to-do dramatic tidbit in his day.
Let me tell you how I was standing outside the Diesel store while my mom was inside trying on jeans (yeah...don't ask), I was on the phone and got no service inside the shop.
While speaking on the phone, I looked up and Trombone was walking towards me in the line of mall traffic. I called out to him. (yeah, I'm so nice, right?) He looked at me, smiled, and turned right back on heels in the opposite direction.
Can you believe this? Is it 8th grade up in here or what?

Twenty minutes later, I'm still outside the store and my mom is still trying on jeans (?!). Trombone is walking back in the same direction for Take 2.
He sees me again. This time, since I like to call people on their dramaness, I hung up the phone and went to him.
"Did you just turn the opposite direction to avoid me?"

Umm-hmm.

And then my mom walked out and I introduced them. Uh-huh. Because I am so cool like that. (He must so think I am bi-polar or something. Remember I was so mean to him while breaking it off and now I am so nice to him like it never happened. Oh the fuck well)
He acted like he didn't know how to be introduced to anyone. My mom was like 'what the heck is your deal?'
He couldn't get out of it quick enough. Once he was out, my mom asked me how I knew him. I had to tell her the truth. She basically summed that one up with "He is a toad"
OUCH.
Okay Mama.

Merry Christmas!

It's not the Holidays unless some family drama happens - my brother decided to stay home and not join the rest of the family for Christmas. It was a big to-do Thursday through Saturday; my mom was very upset about it and no matter what I did to take her mind off of it she kept taking the incident so personally.

Oh here's a gift for all of you: 267

My mom and I did a lot while she was in town:
BodyWorlds

The Holiday: The entire time I kept thinking of Bev and her own love life. My recommendation is for Bev to definitely go see it & all others who may have found themselves hopelessly in love at one time or the other.

Dreamgirls: Oh holy moley. I went in with such low expectations and it was freaking awesome: YOU WILL LOVE JENNIFER HUDSON. You will especially love her solo performance "You Will Love Me" It was earthshaking and I never say that; there were people giving standing ovations in the theater in the middle of the movie because of that performance. If she doesn't win some award for it - I'll be upset. It was so good.

Blood Diamond: Let me first say the jewelry company I work for gets our diamonds from Canada BUT I still left the movie thoroughly disgusted. Seriously. DISGUSTED.
I never wanted an engagement ring before seeing the film and I so don't want any diamond whatsoever now. It opened my eyes in a big way.
It is such a graphic film - kids killing women and children with machine guns, kids drunk, kids high -- and none of that was part of the conflict diamonds! The movie was great and Leo: tanned, uhm hmm.

And we shopped. And shopped.

And we ate, And ate.

Then I dropped her off at the airport and I am so happy for some peace and quiet before getting back to work tomorrow morning.

Now I Can't Stop

I am not a big drinker at all. I am always the most sober in a group of friends at the bar. Serious.

I just don't like the taste of alcohol that much. It is rare that I'll find a drink that I like and can withstand for an entire night at the bar. So yeah I am the one who can drink one drink and make that drink last 2 hours. Don't ask.

Well, that was not the case Saturday night after I discovered 267.
The. Best. Ever.

It also was not the case Monday or Tuesday night.

Holy shit, can I stop drinking?

Monday night was Monday Night Football. Oh and how it was the best game ever - not due to anything that was happening on the field - oh Hell to the no. It was all about the announcer box and Matthew McCaughney.

UH-HUH.

Did you see it? He looked HOT.

And I was making some rather rash comments about his hotness, you know, because of the alcohol. And let me add that I was drinking because, oh holy shit, I spent the entire day in Houston with my Boss*

Tuesday night I found a licqour store that sells 267. YAHOO!
So I drank and drank.

Yeah I cannot stop. Tonight I am meeting friends out to go bowling. You know there will be drinking...

*OMGoodness, Monday was the longest day of my life. I shit you not. And here is one tidbit of a story to just let you in on what I dealt with all day.

There are two types of service people that I don't like to piss off. 1. Waitstaff and 2. Anyone who works on a plane that I am a passenger on. 'Nuff said.

The flight from Houston to Dallas is a 40 minute flight. The hour flight to San Antonio rarely has time to serve beverages but SWA makes it work.

Well, this flight was American Eagle and they don't give a damn. The flight attendant started the beverage service late - due to crazy winds and turbulence. Since there was not enough time for her to ask every passenger for their drink order; she went down the aisle with cups already ice filled with Cokes and waters. Those were your choices.

We were in row 15 - now no one had a problem with this until she hit Row 15 and my Boss just had to have a Diet Coke.

And she just had to put up a stink about it.
And she just had to raise her voice over it.
And the stewardess so told her that we land in 15 minutes and there is no time for individuol drink orders.
And my Boss was so arguing that she paid for a drink serviced flight and that's what she expects. She then added that more people drink Diet Coke over regular Coke (is that true?)
And the Stewardess so told my Boss that water was much healthier for her anyway -
OH NO SHE DIDN'T.

YES.
She did.

Fight continues and it was all my power to stop me from saying, "Boss, I will so buy you a pack of Diet Coke when we land if you shut it right now"
After the attention getting argument in the middle of the aisle; the stewardess went to the front of the plane and got on the phone.

And yes, I am so embarrassed.

Stewardess came back to Boss with a whole can of Diet Coke, "The Captain said to just give this to you. Merry Christmas"
(I am laughing my ass off inside my head)

And that was just the tip of the iceberg with my Boss and our trip to Houston.

Y'all Wanted Details

I was in SA town to go to a graduation party. My best friend from high school just received her Masters - so we had to celebrate.

The weekend started at The Shops of La Cantera to grab a bite to eat and drink at Kona Grill. Bev met us out, too.

We ate, drank, and had some girl talk. After me and high school buddy went to her house and drank (month old wine - my poor stomach the next day!) while her guy buddies entertained us. They were headed out to some bar and we ended up falling asleep on her couch before 11pm. My excuse is I had a long ass week of events.

Saturday we got up to prep for the party. We met B and went for some good ole Mexican food at El chaparral (that spelling may be way off). Then we got our make-up done at the Shops (again) and we looked hot.

The party was jumping. It was a dual graduate party and the other had more guests attending - too bad they all felt the Cowboys game was far more important and sat outside listening to it on the radio - not as if, my friend didn't own two televisions?!?!
Men.

The people inside had way too much fun. We were drinking that 267 alcohol up. It is so yum. Seriously. I am considering buying bottles as Christmas presents. Everyone needs to discover 267.

Now - all during this party time, I kept making eyes with one Hottie in particular - too bad he was friends with someone I thought was being an asshole (but that was Drunken Golightly, and I have since apologized to him for my rash comments)

Then there were some minor arguments happening and B told us some fun story recants of the past.
I dare say there was a co*kblock situation. And some random older red head guy from who knows where hitting on every girl at the party.

Anyways, as the party winded down around 4AM, people were leaving and talking about who was spending the night where - and Hottie asked me where I was sleeping.
"Wherever my suitcase is, is where I spend the night"

See - I am so chill like that.

Hottie took that as a cue and grabbed my suitcase (ok I packed it in like 5 seconds -no jokes) and he carried it out to his car. Let me add - I have the girliest suitcase you have ever seen. Imagine a manly Hottie carrying my frou-frou luggage down the street to his car.
So...

We (Hottie, me, and my suitcase) ended up at his apartment - which happened to be where I used to live when I lived in SA. Go figure.

One thing led to another, kissing ensued, and somehow a fresh box (I'd say the 12 pack size only because I wasn't counting, but my pop up memories are thinking 12 is the magic number) of condoms appeared and were used.

Yes.

Uhm hmm...gather your own conclusions. And I will tell you at this point in the night/ early morning we are both sober as can be - so this was not some drunken escapade.

The last time I looked at the clock it said 9:15AM and I conked out, when I awoke it was 10:45AM and we began right where we left off.
And y'all know I DO NOT take showers with people...call me a hypocrite now.

All squeaky clean, we settled on the couch for some football - well, well, well does football turn everyone on or was that just us?

And honestly, I don't know how I am walking or how I survived all the way into Monday with the littlest amount of sleep ever, but I did because I am a trooper like that.

And I am not some crazy one night stand hooker - this never happens to me AND I am aware that the girls who usually say that are the ones that are always doing that.

But I guarantee you guys if you saw what I was dealing with (Hottie) you'd be staring at an empty box of condoms as well wondering 'how the Hell did I accomplish that?'

I'm Kinda Shocked I'm Not in A Wheelchair

I went to San Antonio and to sum up what could be the longest post in the world, here are the key highlights -

Kona Grill (twice)
The Shops at La Cantera (three times)
Great Mexican food
My new favorite drink
Too much of that new favorite drink
A run in my leggings (boo) which caused three outfit changes in the course of twenty minutes
One great party
The fastest deal maker in history
An entire box of condoms
A return to my old apartments
An hour of sleep...maybe.
A shower
Football and sex simultaneously...does it get any better than that?
The biggest hamburger in the world
The Gays of Our Lives drama
Bev standing ditching us...just kidding ;)
Sitting in the airport for two hours not believing the weekend I just had.

I'm sore, I'm full, and I'm kinda missing it.

And Fighting in This Corner Is...

Why are we so fascinated with a fight?

In middle & high school fights broke out and it was a sure thing that there was a massive attentive crowd as an audience. You could be clear across the school campus and some runner ran around announcing that there was a fight. It'd take us under a minute to get there. For class, it'd take a good ten minutes for us to travel across the school yard.
A good fight at school was not to be missed. Where I was there was at least three a month. Some girl fighting another girl who stole her boyfriend. Two tough guys fighting over something ridiculous. Rival gang members that crossed each other in the halls. (yep yep, I went to public school)
As an audience to these fights, nobody tried to break them up. We watched, chanted them on ('fight, fight, fight') or watched intently silently so no faculty would catch on to break it up.

As a young adult, the good fight watching changed a little bit. The good fights were not live and in front of my face - it was Sami vs Carrie; Marlena vs Kristen; Lucky vs Nikolas; Luke vs anyone?
A good soap opera day was a good smack down fight day. It made my day back in college.

Then there were the boxing matches. I'd attend boxing parties where fellow peeps were up out of their chair screaming at the TV, making their own boxing motions - swinging and upper cutting while cheering their boxer on. Bars would charge $20 for you to watch a PPV Boxing Match. And I'd pay.

Lately, as a mature adult, you don't get to witness fights. I stopped watching boxing matches. Fights are now low key and exist in my own circle - teeny arguments or disagreements amongst friends. And there are usually no witnesses.

But the fascination of watching a good fight still lives in me -

For example, my Boss really got into a good one. A loud and overly animated fight with a Gay. Think about that for a minute. A straight woman vs a gay caterer.
It was good and I couldn't turn away.
Sadly, I was rooting for the Gay. He was all in her face like a pro and he was also right with his argument.
But look at the goody facts:
It happened during my event at a store. They thought nobody could see or hear them (I think?!?) and he told her. Real Good.
We all of course stayed way out of it, but each of us acted like we were doing something else, but we were listening. A sales associate even suggested if we should turn down the store music so we could hear better!
Fingers were waving in her face and Boss looked a little scared, if you ask me.
And I knew he must've been giving it to her good because he mouthed off to me a few minutes prior of his problem with her. What he said was not good.
I don't know if you have ever seen a Gay in a fight - but its all about the dramatics. Drama to the upteenth power.

Why are we so fascinated by watching. Shouldn't we be ashamed as the human race? Shouldn't someone jump in for humanity? Instead, the next day, all we could say about the night was "Damn, that fight was good"

Think of last week's episode of Real World Denver...Davis vs Tyrie.
How good was that? I was on the edge of my seat: would Tyrie hit Davis?*

Yeah I watch Real World. And I can honestly tell you - the fights are the only reason I watch.


*the forgiveness part of that fight was the most mature scene I think I've ever seen in Real World history. I was so proud of Tyrie for it. Yep, I watch it too much when I start being proud of the cast.

Hi Ho, Hi Ho

I work for some serious workaholics. It's 10:48 pm and I just received an email from a co-worker (from her work email address) reminding me about some stuff we are working on together tomorrow.

She is not kidding.

My department works until 8pm sometimes 9pm. Not because we are saddled with so much work, oh no. Because they love to be in the office working. On what? Who knows?
I guess I kinda do...

You see, they are the types that work for that day. I like to work for the day ahead of me.

I'll explain.

Tomorrow I have an event; its an exclusive event with catering, passed cocktails, super-expensive gift bag, and private dinner. Let's just say that I could have the event tonight because all is set and ready to go. I like to leave tomorrow open for any last minute details that arise or any emergent unforeseen tasks.
My goody bags are complete. My catering invoice checks are ready. The private dinner restaurant is a go.

My co-workers think I am odd for having it all done so fast.
And the fact that I didn't ask for anyone's help while doing so, is CRAZY.

They would have worked the event, like so: invoice checks cut tomorrow, goody bags assembled tomorrow, walk through at private dinner restaurant - tomorrow. Because? The event is tomorrow.

Is this making sense?

They work for the day that we are in.

Therefore they are always working past 6pm. Not me. I kick it one time at 5:59 on the dot. No joke. They like to wave their hand at me and go, "Tomorrow. We can do it tomorrow."

Why not today?

Especially when that tomorrow is a Saturday or when that tomorrow is tomorrow and I know we have tons of other events to start working on.

I have a system and it entails leaving the office at six. I like dinner, I like my apartment, and I especially like prime time television (no DVR here)

My mom warned me that it may look like I am not a team player if I don't start acting like the rest of them. True...
but here's a kicker: I'm already getting high remarks from the VP and all my work is complete and stellar (says my Boss) and I get there at 8AM. They get in at 9AM.

Technically I'm already working an hour late each day, so it's okay...right?
Or do I need to play the game and stay until the last one leaves?

$15,000 is Looking Pretty Good Right Now

It's the Holidays and there never seems to be enough money in the bank. Unforeseen bills pop up, emergencies happen, clothing seems to scream my name from the store window, and I haven't begun to gift shop, yet.

I'm trying to ground myself and not buy any clothes until February. Let's see how long that lasts. (I just bought another dress online, so this grounding will start tomorrow)

Then there is the fact that my plane ticket to SA for this weekend...not bought, yet. Which means I will be paying at least $200 for a flight that usually costs $80. (unless the DING! God does something in my favor in the next day)

And it's so not my fault...remember how my Boss wanted to discuss my time off on Saturday? Discussed and time off was denied. She wants me to come to work for - wait for it -
the company Holiday lunch.

YES.

She suggested I work half a day and leave at two (when she thinks the lunch will be over). Her reasoning is that I am new and she would like for me to experience the lunch. I am pissed. Because as I know I won't leave work at two, puhleeze, so it's pointless for me to buy a plane ticket for set time/ pointless for me to ask for the day off/ just pointless.

$15,000.

O, Canada called me up late last week and started asking me all sorts of questions.
What was my degree in?
How long did it take for me to get my degree?
What do I do with my degree?
Do I own any businesses?
Do I own a house?
Have I ever been married?

Then the kicker: Would I be willing to put a bar in my name for him?

Then I had all sorts of questions for an answer to a question like that. Mainly - What? The?

Casually he dropped it on me, "We would be married"

And I won't lie, the hopeless romantic in me was flattered and quickly dreamt a future with him.
Then it really hit me, he is asking me to marry him, right now, on the quick so he can gain dual citizenship.

What's in it for me?

$15,000 and all my debt paid off by him (so I can have a clean credit slate for said bar to be in my name) and there could also be a possible house in my future.

WOW! What every girl dreams of, eh?

I told him I'd think about it because I didn't know how to get out of the conversation. He replied with 'is $15,000 not enough?'

Aiyee...

We discussed this some more and I had to come to the conclusion that I am only discussing this to get out of saying no?!!? I know. CRAZY. So we ended it with him going to discuss things with his business partners and me thinking about it

Ha. Ha. Eh?

He hasn't called me back, yet. That's it, my best kiss ever turns into my first marriage proposal - isn't that how it's supposed to happen?

Eh

It was my birthday - yippee?
(Thanks for all the happy birthday comments!!)

Twenty freaking nine, are you kidding me? I wish I stayed in bed all day and hid from it. Nope, had to work.

Let me tell you, I can just scream at the amount of crazy press Blood Diamond is bringing. And then Natalie Portman declaring she'll never wear diamonds, only estate jewelry. Then Jennifer Connolly saying that the movie opened her eyes up and how she cannot possibly buy or wear diamonds knowing that the money is aiding terrible causes in Africa.
Oh. Gosh.
Puleeze.
And as much as we all know that our diamonds are legit - the VPs are still worried and know that they will have sleepless nights for the rest of December while the movie is in theaters.

What does that mean for me?

Reading every lil word in any new media piece regarding the movie or conflict diamonds. Yah! (sarcasm) because on top of that I have three events, a fashion show, goody bags to create, and a meeting on Saturday.

Welcome to my world.

If that wasn't enough my RSVPs to those said events are very dismal, I had to control and coordinate the fashion show models (and let me tell you that did some wonder on my self esteem), the purchasing team didn't order enough gifts for the goody bags, and a meeting on a Saturday?!?!

Aiyee...

and then this happens: I ask off from work for next Friday via email because thats the way its done. I'm waiting for a reply so I can buy my plane ticket to San Antonio (see lesson learned). Two hours later my Boss walks into my office -

"I saw your emailed request. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Tomorrow? Why not now? WTF?!?! On Saturday? Ugh - I so planned to just come in and do the agenda for the planned meeting, I don't want to be there one second past the closing agenda time. It's Saturday.

Remind me to tell you about the workaholics I work for.
Don't get it twisted because I love love love my job (diamonds, PR, celebrities, models - ha.) but I work for some crazy workaholics.

oh and you want to know what else happened to me in the midst of all this crazy busy?
Oh, Canada asked me to marry him. Uhm hmm. For the ripe dowry of $15,000.
Chew on that and I'll thik of some clever way to tell y'all how that went down. But let me say if I wasn't 29, I'd probably be entertaining the idea heavily or in Barneys buying a whole new wardrobe.

Update: Oprah's Shoes

Well, well, her show for Thursday (according to her website) is TBA.

Could it be? Maybe?

The scream-a-thon?

Oprah's Shoes

Were so damn hot.
Brown. Wedge heel. Patent.
And you know the soles didn't look like they've touched a ground, yet.

Her shoes were hot, but Leonardo was hotter.

Oh. Yum. Yum. Yu-um.

That boy definetely falls into the category looking hotter as they get older. You know. Or he's stayed the same and just continues to remain hot.

So our department was made aware of the movie Blood Diamond and how it may or may not affect sales. I think they are a bit paranoid because a movie has yet to really affect my buying decisions with anything.

But our Big Wigs think the American public are going to be educated by the movie and believe that all diamonds are blood diamonds. In turn we'll all grow consciences and never buy a diamond again in hopes of saving lives in Africa.

Yeah. Riight.

I'm sorry I just don't think movies have that much pull.
Educate. Yes.
Influence diamond buyers? Nope.

If you're buying a diamond, you're gonna buy a diamond.

Until the day that some woman decides that diamonds are no longer gorgeous things that she'd love to wear - there will always be men buying diamonds.

And can I ask? What happened to Oprah's Favorite Things? Isn't that screaming match already aired already by this time of the year?
Where is it?
Where are the giveaways? Where is the hawking of overly expensive gifts that she can only afford and suggests we buy, but then give away to the audiences for free?
Adonde?
As much as I despise that episode, I miss it.
Just for the entertainment that the women audience always get so damn excited that they are taking all the gifts home with them. Come, on. We all know this, there is no need to scream each time an elf brings you the wrapped freebie.

Ohhh, Canada

Yesterday my phone rang twice with an 'unknown caller' ID. I don't pick up the phone when I don't know the number or the ID says, unknown.

Most of the time when it says 'unknown' it't electricity company's autmoted voice message system reminding me to pay the bill. I wish all my bill companies had this service - the computerized voice calls me at the beginning of each month reminding me the bill is due on the 13th. If all bills did that, they'd all get paid on their due date.

Sometimes it can be my father. And for you new readers, that means I just don't answer.

But both times, the caller never left a voicemail. Electricity Company always leaves a voicemail - so it wasn't them. My father can be sketchy like that and since its around the Holidays, I marked it off as him. And I'm a lot smarter than that; so ring away phone, ring away.

Then right before 8pm, and before I knew Desperate Housewives was a repeat, the phone rang again. The phone was in my kitchen, I was on my couch, show about to start and there is no way I am getting up for that one.

Around nine, yes an hour later, I got up to look to see who it was. This time there was a number...an unusual area code number. My dad lives in another country, so I began to still chalk it up to him (oh he thinks he is so sly) but then the number wasn't that odd, it was just unfamiliar.

So I dialed back. It said the number was disconnected. WTF? They just called me, how can that be? So I called it again. No luck.

Then I went to get my mail. I don't usually get the mail that late in the evening, especially when its cold outside; but I hadn't checked my mail since last Wednesday and felt that a magazine could be sitting there waiting for me (no luck). When I got back inside, I had two more missed calls. One from the unknown person and the other from the odd disconnected number.

What? The? Prank?

I got ready for bed, called a friend and caught up on some gossip with her - when beep beep call waiting interruppted us and it was the number; I clicked over...

"Hello?" I said.

(Silence)

Me: Hello?
Person: Eh? (but real loud, so it was more like: EH?
Me: Hello?
Person: How do you say your name?

What? I'm not one to give that up to random callers who are potential Pranksters.

Me: Who is this?
Person: Greg
Me: who? (ok - for a fleeting second I knew who Greg was, but seriously, I had to still say 'who'?. You know.)
Person: We met last weekend at the pub.

Ohhhh...the pub! How cute he called it the 'pub' (this is why I need a foreigner in my life - their vocab could keep me entertained for hours)

I told him to call me back that I was on the other line talking. Yeah, I am not that easy and believe in friends first, men a distant second. I don't care how far away you are and what this phone call may be costing. Adios, boy, call me back.

And he did. At midnight. We talked for twenty minutes. And get this - the boy took this long to call me because he couldn't remember how to say my name. I'll give him that because we only introduced ourselves once and I'm the one that input my number into his phone just so I didn't have to constantly repeat letters on how to spell my name.

Boys are dumb. Doesn't matter what country they are from, they are just dumb.
Because once again, if I had done that massive 'prank' calling to him, I'd be the psycho American Girl, he does it and some how it turns out charming.

You're Fired...

And I walked away crying.

Friday night I had my first event with my company. The prerequisites were already in place when they hired me. The girl I took over for, hired all the vendors.

Oh and I can tell you - I love vendors, especially caterers. I love food. It is so much fun to talk food/ shop with someone who does it for a living and LOVES it as much as you do, maybe more. Let's just say I had the best lobster hordeourve and I do not like lobster. I even risked putting a peanut in my mouth for their goat cheese/ nut lollipops. Oh, they were so worth the risk because I love me some goat cheese. (not to worry, its not that time of the month, just yet, so I could take in the cheese without the lactose intolerance regret later). Oh - and I didn't react to the nuts. So, yah!

I still ended up crying.

My DJ was two hours late. On the contract; he said he'd be there at 5pm. At 5:45 I called the number that was given. It was his Boss. She told me that he should be there soon and she thinks he may have run into some traffic problems.
OK - the party starts in 15 minutes.
I am a wee bit worried.
1. We have a big time jewelry designer in store.
2. My boss' Boss was here.
3. Our company CEO was expected at any moment.
4. This is my FIRST event with the company that I am in charge of...

NO ONE SHOULD BE LATE ON MY CLOCK.

But it was out of my control. I asked the DJ's Boss for his cell phone number to see if I could direct him any faster if he was lost (b/c we were in BFE Hurst*) and he was coming from Dallas. I almost got lost on the way. It happens.

Get this - he has no cell phone.
What? The?

OK - no cell phone?!?
I can appreciate the ignorance of technology or the simplicity of it (Bev). Honestly, if I wasn't so attached to mine and could go back to memorizing numbers, yes, I too would get rid of mine. But we know that ain't gonna happen.

But he is a DJ. No cell phone? Puhleeze.

I hung up with her and got back to the caterers, wait staff, and photographer. We just had to have our pre-party meeting without him.

At 6:30, when the DJ was a still a no show, I decided to forget him and enjoy the party. And hello, $25,000 necklace on my neck, put there by the designer himself. I am not one for big jewels but now I can so see why women go ga-ga over it. He told me it looked fab against my skin tone and I actually tilted my head back and gave out that laugh. I got to wear it for the rest of the evening. Yes - I almost walked out the store at the end of the night with it still on. Aiyee! I swear, I forgot it was on my neck.

Back to DJ.

One of our buyers tapped me on the neck and alerted me that the rastafaerian looking guy in torn jeans and skater vans was the DJ.

Unh-unh.

Let me note that I didn't hire him; but I sure as heck took him to the back and fired him.

He was late. Even if he was on time, I would have to let him go, looking like that, in our store?!?! Oh. No. Our CEO would have a fit.
I could care less, but they have their standards that I must uphold.

I gave it to him straight. He looked back at me with puppy dog eyes. I so didn't want to do it. I felt bad because just months ago, I was in his shoes. And I know what the rejection feels like, so I was the one that cried.

It was dumb for me to cry but it just brought up all those feelings from the Law Firm. Now I (think) I know how my Boss felt when she gave me the ax.

The party went on. Music-less. My Boss' Boss told me he'd have done the same thing. That helps.

*OK - HURST. I got my passport stamped. YES, I did. It's not Dallas. It's another city. And I felt like it was BFE. It took forever to get there in traffic and forever to get home last night. And I'm not being snobby here, but it was my first time in Hurst. I don't leave my bubble unless I have to. There is really no reason - everything I need is here. In Dallas. But let me tell you, those Dallas stereotypes that people think roam the city - unh unh - they are in Hurst. Loud and proud. Believe me.

OK--to wrap this up. Watch THIS. I swear its the best ad on TV nowadays. I cannot wait to have kids to see this in real life. Or I can't wait for someone to make this darn gosh happy. BTW - I've seen like twenty times during the 6 Feet Under marathon on Bravo right now.

or you can copy and paste the address:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isWoLyG5dpY

Thursday Night Trifecta

First, what happen to 6 Degrees? Where did it go? Cancelled? I need to know what happens to my Billy Campbell!!

I hate when shows just disappear off the face of the Earth. I think its the networks responsibility to at least post what the writers had planned for the show and its characters, so at least we'd know what happens in the story line.

Its like they just break up with us and never to hear from them again. Boo.

But they added Men In Trees, and I guess that's good, I think. I'm not too keen with Anne Heche and I may be the only one that doesn't think that Jack guy is hot, but oh well.

Let's talk Ugly and Grey's...

Is it just me or did our girls fatten up a bit on Greys? It seems to me they took Cristina and Meredith out to an all you can eat buffet. Meredith looks so much healthier and fuller in the face...or was that just me? So did Cristina.
Even Jen, from Days of Our Lives, looked chubbier.
And I could care less about surgeries, I miss the McSteamy sex and love triangles.

Oh, Ugly Betty. What can I say?
That was a lot of Xmas themed sweaters in wardrobe last night. A lot. How many teacher closets did they have to raid for that episode?
Even here, the show lost some edge and was too Mr. Softee for me. Where was the coniving and manipulating? Even Greys went soft...Derek, come on.
Yeah it's Christmas and poor Betty has found herself in such a popular pickle: she is dating a guy she is not so hot for and doesn't know how to get out of it. And her sister (grrr...) ain't helping.
I hate when people tell you that what you have is a good thing and that you should not go searching for bigger and better. As if we are supposed to settle for content.

I hate that word, content. I won't settle for it. Not for anything. Boys, jobs, friends, nothing.
I want fireworks, I want the sweaty palms and the racing heart.
Content sucks. Content is like, I'm happy with it just the way it is. I'm happy to take what is given to me. I'm happy to be just.

No, no, no we should never settle for content.