More of the Airport Chronicles-Cha Ching!

Ok, so I come into work on Tuesday and get an e-mail notice from my boss/g-friend JD indicating that the Asshat from the store across the hall-the one with the “Golden Compass on the floor, yeah well, anyways he reported me to our DM for going into his store and talking to one of his employees. Huh?!

He and I got into it a few months back and I was trying to keep it amicable but nope. He’s the type of asshat who thinks he’s right about…everything. Now he doesn’t want me in his store. Whatever..

My friend Ryan, who recently scored a job with TSA was quitting. It actually was his last day on Sunday, so I swung over across the hall and spent a good 5-10mins in the hall saying goodbye etc. I looked over and saw Manager Asshat peeking around the corner and told the store staff what he was doing. Seemed a bit odd to me, but he is an asshole after all. Well, he told our DM that he was “pretty sure K wasn’t on break and she was in my store”. (eyes rolling) The pettiness of it and the drama of it all-I certainly don’t need it.

JD basically told both of them to get off my back and leave the hell alone. All I did was go talk to the guy-get over it.

It’s awesome having one of your g-friend's as your boss….

On the Odd Side…

Weirder things that have happened in the last several weeks at the airport.

- I saw this actress in my store. Kinda weird seeing her without the limp and no I’m not a fan of the show.

- Had a guy move the lamp and mannequin that are in the front window display and have a seat in the display chair just so he could check out the price of the sheepskin pillows. I nicely told him of get out of my window display and he got pissed, telling his wife that he “didn’t have to take any crap” from me. I figure if you can’t do it at Macy’s you can’t do it here…

- Had a lady come in and try on some clothes. When I asked how it all worked out she rude replied “I won’t be buying anything from you today”. To which I replied “So, I’m thinking that means they didn’t fit”? She proceeds to tell me that she doesn’t like my candor and I point her toward the exit of the store, replying “Excellent, then have a lovely day..”

- A married man comes in and starts flirting with me; telling me how he doesn’t understand how I’m not married blah, blah, blah. In the next breath tells me that I have “veiny, old woman hands” and can tell how old I am by looking at them. He guessed I was 40. I get a bit testy and burst out that I’m not 40 but 38 and that I lift and am an athlete. He replies “I see that your hands are nice and soft, you apparently use a lot of lotion”. My reply, “Does your wife tell you that you shouldn’t go up to ladies and say such things? Just wondering..” Great, now I’m fucking paranoid that my hands look like Madonna’s!!!!

Health Things, Marathon Training and Such…

Well my annual cancer screening was last week and I think for the most part it went well. I chose to work from home due to the soreness of being stuck, poked and prodded 3 times that week. I have a high threshold for pain but even I have my limits.

I postponed my PCOS exam until next week to catch up and recover mentally from last week’s dealy and to wait for the results.

The last week in May I’m reserving for the appt with my Sports Med doc. He’ll be poking and testing me cardio-vascularily to make sure I don’t have stroke if/when I start marathon training. Yep, gonna and TRY to do it. Whether I can or not remains to be seen. I have a feeling the PCOS is preventing me from losing my last 20-30lbs and my legs aren’t up to task of all the running I will need to be doing. We’ll see though.


Drop It Like It's Hot Ender..

I was planning on posting this in April but I was so pissed. The Drop It Like It’s Hot contest….The one I entered to see if I could win $2,000 for dropping the most weight or BMI..I was disqualified because I didn’t lose a thing in the last 6 weeks of the contest. I completely maintained everything. I was pissed, still am. I’m going to have to talk to my Sports Med Dr. I don’t see how I could maintain when I workout as much as I do, I’m thinking it’s almost impossible. Shit, I should be in top shape by now…

I’m thinking of just doing concentrations of leg and abs and 1 day a week the rest of my body. See if that helps. Grrr.

Comics/ More Feminine Than Me?/ One Crappy Job..

Comics

I’ve been a graphic novel fan forever! I moved a bit into comics when I was in junior high buying a few Spiderman, Superman, Batman, and Creep Show comics here and there. Some of my friends call me a comic-virgin…

I was always a fan of the Crow. For some reason the graphic novels seem very Shakespearian and romantic to me. I also met John O’Barr (creator of the Crow series) at Atomic Comics in Phoenix and yes, he’s very Shakespearian and tragic.

As of late I have a new comic lust. Iron Man. If you haven’t seen it..do.
It’s not exactly in my “comic” comfort zone but it’s damn good. I loved it. I’m a total “fact” geek and it scientifically made sense and was funny. It’s a Marvel comic character created by Stan Lee (Spiderman). I love Robert Downey Jr’s new look and boy now that he’s clean and sober; he’s become hotter at the ripe age of 43!! Hee! Oh! and if you do go see it, stick around until after the credits…there’s a bit of a surprise .... wink!


More Feminine Than Me?

I went out on a date with this HOT guy about a week ago. He asked me out. We started to hang out a bit and then it happened. He randomly bumped himself on something and I swear he squealed like a girl! Wha?! I felt bad for almost laughing due to the fact he hurt himself but I couldn't believe that reaction was coming out of this guy! His mannerisms etc are also very feminine, down to hand gestures. (Guys, it’s the equivalent of a woman having man hands!!!)

As the dates with him progressed I realized that this guy is more feminine than I am. I have a tendency to rotate toward guys who are “cowboys”. Motorcycle riding, boot wearing, tattoo wearing, piercing, man’s men. I’m a bit “rough and tumble” myself so .. Think of Russ Crowe getting hit and then screaming and jumping around like a 6 year old girl. Yeah-that! This guy looks the part but is not at all. I think the good Lord threw this guy an odd combo of being very “manly/masculine” looking but giving him the mannerisms of Nathan Lane. To say the least we will just be friends. Sigh.
He’s also a bit rude. Whether we were eating, working out, at the movies, or where ever..he always answers his cell phone. I’m certainly not partial to that!


Electronics’ Company

I’m going back to the bank. Seriously. I think I had the “Midas” touch there, for everything that can go wrong at the electronics’ company does. I think most of the people here are assholes or are drunk. I know they’re all driving me to drink that’s for sure. Not that I’m the brightest light on the tree but wholly shit people!

I’ve been planning a meeting event for the past 6 months with an event planner representing an outside company. I’d pretty much done this sort of thing at the bank so I’m thinking no problem right? Umm, not so fast there sports fans….6 months should be plenty of time to plan an event for 20 CFO’s, CEO’s, COO’s , OOOOO’s whatever…apparently not… Every time I set up a conference call to make sure we were all on track I was the only one who’d show, in the plethora of e-mails sent back and forth it was lost in translation that the “in house” caterer we use is not affiliated with the Electronics company, they are an independent vendor so they need ..to..be..paid..

This company was just not willing to play ball even though I’d given them all the equipment. The day of the event, 15 mins prior to kick-off they decide that now would be a good time to set up….They wanted extension cords, podiums to be moved, flip charts, markers, wireless access and someone to sit up front and let in the attendees. Let’s say the meeting didn’t start on time. The event planner had no clue about anything, including how to refresh her laptop!

A week ago a van full of guys pull next to me in the parking ramp and when I opened my door to get out so did one the passengers. He had the nerve to tell me to shut my door so he could get out, even though I was there and opened my door first. He didn’t even care that he hit my car with his door. You bet I read him the riot act, sprinkled with a few large curse words for confusion.

I don’t get why people walk in the middle of aisle of the parking ramp-I’ve come close to hitting I don’t know how many people.. I don’t get why every meeting starts late and I get made fun of for being on time.. I don’t get why their idea of going to 8 meetings in a day is the equivalent to being busy.. I don’t get why telling some one “no” because it can’t be done is considered mean, whereas saying “yes” and not getting it done is commended. I don’t get why they expect “miracles” every day; the King of all creation doesn’t create miracles on the daily and I’m only a Princess.
I don’t get it period, and I want out!

Giving Her Up...

A few weeks before my trip I was having some issues sleeping, so I sat up in the dark I watched the cats playing. I’ve always known that my male cat, Gabriel jumped on my female cat, Katie and bit her etc. I always assumed it was him playing and her not wanting to. As I watched them I noticed that he not only bit her but scratched her as well. Scratched her to the point of her bleeding. I swatted him off of her and let it go.

I had also noticed that she was having more frequent episodes of peeing on my stuff and on the carpet. I kept a better eye on them and realized that Gab was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, and when Katie would try to pass him to get to the litter box and he’d bite and scratch her. So she’d go backup stairs. I watched this happen for about 30 mins before interfering and she immediately went into the litter box. I decided right then that it would probably be better to give her up to a better home.


I asked around and it occurred to me that my g-friend Rachel might be the right person. Rachel and her b-friend Chad have a small house with a garden in Minneapolis. They had 4 cats and after 13 years they are now down to one. I called her and asked she said no but there was a young girl that she worked with that was looking to get a cat. Rachel gave me her number and we talked for about an hour and I made her a deal. I told her that since I was going on vacation for 3 days I’d drop Katie off and after I got back she could tell me whether or not she wanted her. If she didn’t, I’d take her back. If so, she was all hers. No harm-no foul.

I dropped Katie off around 9am on Sunday. Loved, hugged and smooched her before I left. I knew this girl would love her. Katie is sweet and docile. This girl didn’t have any other animals, is very cozy with her and isn’t gone all the time like I am. Katie would be getting all the love, petting and attention she needed. I managed to keep it together until I got out to the car, then I lost it.

I called the girl on Thursday when I returned from vacation and she wanted to keep her. I assumed. I feel bad that I had to give her up but I think it’s for the best. Katie has a better home.
Bye- bye my sweet girl…

Nothing Like Watching Your Idol Trip & Fall...

Sunday Night- April 20th
We all pile in Beth’s car to travel the 5 hours from Minnesota to Green Bay, Wisconsin.
We arrived to our room at about 5-5:30p and got all dolled up to meet the girls and see the Nelson Brother’s show.
We hit the lounge around 6-6:30p and met up with Hensch, Tracy, Barb and Connie. The Twins hit the stage around 7:30p. We all were excited and really got into the music etc. We recognized some “repeat offenders” from the last year (I’ll explain this later). Generally we all had a good time. A few of us hit the merch table and then out to the lobby for the usual meet and greet, only the Twins didn’t show. My group and a few others sat out in the lobby for 30-40 mins waiting until I realized that what we were waiting on wasn’t going to happen. Apparently one of them has a penchant for much younger girls that are a size 4 and under. He was too busy catering to his and her ego to bother with any of us. We figured, to hell with that, and we went on our merry way to Denny’s for some eats in our jammies and then hotubbing until about 3am.

Monday Night-April 21st
I wake up at 10am to the maid trying to get into our room. Scared the crap out of all of us. Shannon took off for a bit with Hensch and The Beth, Em and I all slowly got up and dressed to head on down to breakfast. Sure as shit hitting the fan there were the guys sitting diagonally from us having breakfast and a fairly heated phone conversation. We let them be and continued to have our breakfast. Apparently Bret Michaels was in town too and a few of the girls felt it necessary to get his autograph. I declined; afraid I might lose IQ points if I got too close. A few hours and drinks later the Twins hit the stage and rocked us out for 2 hours. Once the Bret Michaels show ended, all his “insecure and scantily dressed” fans came into the lounge and caused all sorts of havoc. I was verbally assaulted by some drunk guy and his friend who wanted to:
A- take pictures of my ass,
B-Wanted to buy me a drink,
C- Give me a kiss.
When I declined on all accounts he got pissed and pitched a huge fit which seemed to get Gunnar’s attention. We were all in line for the “Meet and Greet” when I hear one of the Twins getting a bit “bitchy” about how we have to get the line moving, hurrying up, and being picky about which one got to take pictures with whom. The Beth came up and indicated that she wasn’t going to get her pix with them if that was the attitude. I agreed and passed as well. Now I was getting pissed. In years past, the guys were more than accommodating. Saying hi to us in the halls and thanking us for coming etc. None of that so far. Not even a smile-what the f-uh?! Then it occurred to me, He’s bitchy due to one of two things. 1- All his liaisons were there wanting his attention. 2- He wanted to get laid. See the first night we were blown off because “Denny’s girl” the girl that was at Denny’s with him last year (she’s approx 21-22 years old and about a size 4), then “rake face” who was an ass to a few of my friends in Milwaukee last year, and whores herself out to get G-man’s attention had shown up, then lastly “Thing 1 and Thing 2” who (probably about 21-22 years old and size 4’s as well) who are little assholes as they rudely sat their butts in front of the oldsters at the casino and refused to move when asked by me and the oldster. Hmmm, I figure, whatever and the girls and I go about our night as usual. We went to Denny’s (again) celebrated what I thought was going to be The Beth’s birthday and to my surprise, mine too!! BOON!!! I was stunned to even be included!!!

After dinner we went back to the hotel to swim and hit the hot tub! When we hit the lobby of the hotel, who was there; Matt and G, with “rake face” waiting by the elevator. Apparently she asked a couple of the girls what we’d been up to. Why would she care? Grrrr.

We decided to hit the sheets at about 4am and around 4:15a Shan, The Beth, Em and I get a call from the other girls indicating she bumped into the “single” Twin coming onto the elevator with “Thing 2” and both looking all disheveled. I was surprised and pissed. See, none of us want to “hook up” with him. We enjoy the music, I’ve personally liked them since the beginning, most of us have. They both (one more than the other) claim they try to be “Christ-like” and don’t do that sort of thing. Time and time again it’s been talked and written about and to see this pisses me off. Nothing like catching your idol doing something they claim they’d never do-it’s disappointing at the very least. The part that pisses me off is the hypocrisy and the fact that they both blew off their fans “bread and butter” for a piece of ass. Niice. As with most insecure chicks who wanna get laid by musicians; they would wait until the cows came home to get with them. This instance is no different.

Tuesday-April 22nd
We all slowly got up, showered and changed. After hanging out for a bit me and a couple of the girls decided to workout. I change into my sweats, pull my hair back and wash up my face and wait for the elevator. The elevator door opens and who is in it? Gunnar, Matthew and JP. I get in-in between Matthew and JP. I instantly get pissed all over again. I look over and G-man is staring at me. I rub my blood shot eyes and stare right back. He realizes that he’s staring and proceeds to check his hair in the reflection in the picture across from JP and I before the elevator door opens and he charmingly asks me if I’d like to exit before them. I glare and say “yep, thanks” as I exit. I don’t even look back as I storm into the workout room muttering to myself about what an ass he is. None of them said hello or anything when I was in the elevator. Matthew was on his cell and JP was staring into space..????? After I had time to chill out, I realized “Wow K, you look like shit and were in the elevator in front of these guys looking like shit!! HA!!!”
I go back to our room, shower, change, and head down to the lounge with the rest of my friends. I notice “rake face” staring at my friends and I periodically, then she smiled. My first thought, “ Oh, hell no you don’t!” I let it go and rocked out to the show. We skipped the “meet and greet” and decided to go get something to eat. We eat and spend our last night hot tubbing. As we leave for the pool we see a local and “rake face” walking with JP to his room. I thought, “You gotta be kidding me!?” This is the sort of crap I try to avoid and certainly do not want to be apart of. What is so damn awesome about being some rock star’s one night stand in Wisconsin??? If I wanted a one nighter, I could get one –so could anyone…I just don’t get it and I don’t want that crap around my friends either.
Anyway, I crashed early, around 1:00am I think. I was too tired to stay up and hang out.

Wednesday, April 23rd
We all woke up early the next and last day in Green Bay. We all had breakfast together and stood outside; trying not to be the first to say goodbye and get the waterworks a rolling. Sure enough, after about an hour we literally had to say goodbye. We hugged, cried and said our goodbyes before heading back to our individual homes and lives.
On the 5 hour drive back home I continued to debate whether or not I should go back in August. If I do I’m not sure if I want to see the Nelson twins. I was not impressed with the attitude and shoddy treatment of us, all over a few stoopid groupies. I certainly don’t want those chicks hanging around my friends and I. I also don’t want to condone that type of behavior either.