10/28/2010

Thank God I get it.

First thing is first: I got my bag back. That was also a disaster. I called, called, called. Finally Delta told me the courier had my bag and to wait for them to call. I waited. They call and said it would be there between 1-3 hours. At the 4th hour I called them back and they said "Oh, it isn't there? Um.. Yes, the car broke down". Sure. I wasn't born yesterday - GOD, those idiots. So I tell him my cell battery is dying and I'm leaving work in an hour and my building is secured and how will he get the bag to me!!? "I'll get it to you, ma'am". Sure you will. Idiot.

I continue waiting and my phone starts blinking red and I think- this is it. I can't do anything. I can't go to the store because I'll miss the courier. I can't charge my phone because the idiot has my bag. I can't do laundry because... well, Ok, I can do laundry but I just don't want to! After the 4th hour, it's another 3ish hours before the courier arrives and calls me and says "I think I'm here. I'm by a fountain". I said - I don't know what you are talking about, but if you are at the address I gave you, you are here. Idiot again. I see my bag. Stained. All black. Damp. Just in bad shape. I know this isn't the courier's fault, but him being 7 hours late IS his fault so I do not tip him as I suspect I was supposed to do. Delta can tip them, And my tip to Delta is YOU ARE ALL IDIOTS! And, by the way, the news this morning said that some survey went out and Delta is the worst airline with lowest customer satisfaction. Surprised? Not in the least.

In the news yesterday... Plano was labeled the safest city to live in America!!!!!! WOOHOO Plano.

Just kidding - who cares. But it's cool that my company has a significant presence in both the safest city and the best place to live (Eden Prairie) in the US!

Even though it was later once I finally got my bag, I needed to go grocery shopping badly (remember, no spaghetti?). I went to Target and Tom Thumb and did such a great, healthy grocery shop! I got chicken and beef, and oranges and apples, and zucchini and peppers. And I got a big jug of salsa (I love that as a treat) and I got jimmies for my office treats. And I got some lean cuisines and frozen veggies and it was just a really great, mature grocery list. I also got KitKats to distribute to the neighborhood children. HA! Yea right, those are for me and I had 4 of them yesterday. Anyway, by the time I got home it was going on to 8 and I still hadn't eaten so I made meatloaf and stuffed peppers... for later in the week. And I had a Stouffer's macaroni and cheese for dinner, extra ketchup.

My mom gave me the ingredients for meatloaf over the phone and I kinda pulled something together and cooked it and was really worried about what it would turn out like - I mean, I don't even have a loaf pan. Well, it turned out so fabulous! And my Halloween office treats - well just take a look for yourself!!



I was totally the hit of the office (obviously). I actually have been a huge office hit this week since I was in Pittsburgh last week. They all missed me so much, especially the new hires that think I'm their HR even though I've spent a lot of time making it very clear to them that I am not HR I am Operations. Regardless, I got so many "HI!!" "You're back!!" "There she is!!" and I totally felt like the office star. Which, does it surprise you that I am this most of the time with my such great hair and totally the best outfits in the office? And my model strut down the hallways that I do everyday at precisely 3:00 PM with my iPod in my ears listening to Adam Lambert?

God, people, I'm just kidding with that last part. But I would totally kill it if I did it. Totally.

What I really thought I should tell you is about my cube... I'm totally isolated and I like it that way. I don't know if you all (aka ya'll) remember when I had the other cube near that total bitch that didn't say hello in the bathroom because she was pretending not to see me and I had the dreams of locking her in there in the dark? Well, now I'm in the low cube that shares a second cube but no one is in the second cube or on the other side of me so I have all this space to just live in. And I prefer it because I still see humans, but they aren't all up in my business noticing weird things I do. Weird things I do are usually just talking to myself of doing a little foot dancing when I'm listening to my pod, but today I was eating an orange and I was making a disgusting mess. I mean, I cut the orange at home to reduce dripping and overall explosion of juice but I still managed to squirt orange guts everywhere - computer screen, desk, arm, cube wall. And I was a bit slap happy, so the entire situation was amusing to me. As I continued to eat the orange to the best of my ability, but still looking like an orphan eating steak, I decided I like my own space. And, people probably prefer me to have my own space.

Which, it's a good thing I live alone. But, there are a few times I think everyone wishes they had a roommate to help with things. 1: Finishing a dozen eggs. Seriously, who can finish a dozen eggs, by themselves, before they go bad. Thankfully eggs aren't expensive, but it just feels so wasteful tossing eggs. Even though when I had Mich, LH and Ker I don't think we ever finished the eggs and spent lots of time trying to determine if they were good or bad (which, by the way, if you put an egg in a cup of room temperature water and it floats... it is bad!). Groceries is also another time I wish I had a roommate - I don't mind the actual shopping part, it's just the getting them out of the car, into the apartment and into the fridge/cupboard/freezer. That is the WORST. Especially with my DC needs and gallons of milk - I cannot carry all of that and all my other food choices at one time. And, while we are talking about grocery shopping, I don't know how people in NYC shop in such small increments. I would hate doing that. Trips home are difficult too because I have to pay out the ass for parking or a cab. If I had a roommate I wouldn't feel like I was inconveniencing them by getting dropped off at the airport since I would be living with a respectable person who would know I was going to the airport and would offer to drop me off. To which I would say "You're so great!" and they would say "I know" and then we would watch Modern Family and laugh together. And then retire to our separate spaces and maybe not cross paths for the next 24 hours.

If you aren't watching Modern Family - you are a loser. The Halloween episode was laugh out loud funny and you should, right now, go to abc,com and watch the episode. If you don't think it is funny, then you just don't get it. And, Cone, am I right?? --- There is no worse tag than "doesn't get it". Thank God I get it.

10/24/2010

a little hiatus

Hey humes - super sorry about the last blog post and then my two week hiatus! I think some of you think I was lying when I said I was REALLY busy - but, I was. I was so busy, I couldn't even think of something to bitch about. I mean, how much BUSIER could I get?!? I don't even know where to start, so I'm going to start with a complaint. Well, actually the story that leads to my complaint...

I went to Pittsburgh this past week for work- which is convenient that my trip gets expensed, I get to network in the other office and I get to stay at home for a week. It all works out very nicely. Also, I get to go to Macy's with a shopping partner (my mother or sister or both) which is always the best way to shop. I was mostly good the ENTIRE week, until yesterday when my mom wanted to go to Macy's for something and I ended up purchasing 4 pairs of shoes - 3 from the store, and then 1 from a nearby store that had my size. What shoes, you ask? WELL! This great deep red, appropriate heel pump. A so versatile black flat with just a baby wedge heel and great little buckle. These tan boots I've been watching with a slouchy top that are going to be so great with jeans. And then the early bird special black bootie that really I thought my mom would buy and then I tried them on and they were so cute and just half a size too big so I had to get the 9.5 from the other Macy's. Since we were shopping and I had to go pick up my booties, we went to the next Macy's and they had MORE shoes that I hadn't seen!! So cute. They had these ADORABLE mary janes that were tweed except the heel and toe- SO CUTE. And then these amazing AK pumps that were nude and black with gold studding and a great bow. And I tired them on and said "Uh! Love" and my mom said "I shopped when I was single, get them" and then I was 6 pairs of shoes heavier. But I used coupons. And most shoes were specials OR clearance. And the shoes, all together, were just under $200. In shoe world - I think that is a great deal. And, UH I love them! Love.

I was nervous packing my suitcase because I was certain the extra shoes would put me over the 50lb checked bag limit- but, after everything was packed I was at 47.7 lbs! Such luck! Off to the airport I went...

Lines, lines, lines. I don't know why. The Pittsburgh airport is usually quiet, but not today. Lines to do self-service check-in, lines to drop your bag, lines for security. God. I HATE lines. But I waited in all of them, and each line I waited in, without fail, was the line that was ended up moving the slowest. GOD.

Get on the plane (Delta) and it is SO HOT. I mean, so hot. But I overlook this because I'm happy to be in the emergency exit row... until I get to my seat and see that there is a hidden rope that isn't hidden and kind of looks like part of the wall was falling off since this rope was exposed. Because I wanted the plane to take off on time, I pretended I didn't see what was some type of damage and just tried to cool down on the so stifling plane. Well, I cooled down as soon as we were in the air since the plane all of a sudden remembered what air conditioning was and the temperature dropped to 40 degrees. SO. COLD. Fly, fly, fly. Land.

I'm in Memphis and that entire airport smells like barbecue. I think that is the only thing you can get there. Rain, rain, rain - 20 minute delay for the flight. I try not to get worked up because I'm planning my grocery list for once I land in Dallas and I'm less likely to get worked up when distracted. And, my grocery list was for Halloween treats for work this week AND getting back on the cooking wagon and off the spaghetti wagon. So, whatever, we get on the plane 20 minutes late. Except now it is POURING down rain and the desk attendant is sorry to tell us that our plane is at one of the gates that, "regretfully", will require us to walk on the tarmac to get to the plane. Did I mention it was pouring down rain? Great. They gave us umbrellas that were used by passengers in front of us and walked out in the rain and then thrown from the top of the stairs and collect rain and then a man in a yellow rain coat picks them up, shakes them off and then returns them to the waiting line of passengers. The umbrella served no point since it dripped on me but I did like tossing it off the top of the steps all "Get this piece of garbage away from me".

This plane was no nonsense and went straight to the 40 degrees. I got the exit row again and sat down and just got into my book and thinking of my Halloween treats. Then, I feel this drop on my arm and think "Weird, I didn't think I was in the rain THAT much" and then I look to the left, and the emergency exit door window is leaking. I mean, SERIOUSLY? Again, I didn't want to delay takeoff so I wiped the rain off my seat and just pretended that I didn't see it. And, that worked out OK because... well, I'm writing this.

Ok, so fly fly fly land in Dallas- 85 degrees, sunny, beautiful. So great! I flew through Love field, which is small, so I'm to baggage claim in no time and then before you know it bags are coming out and..... bags are coming out..... and bags are coming out.... and bags stop coming out. Yep. My bag was gone. Oh, and remember how i mentioned it was a small field? There was no one at the desk (she loads the bags on the plane too) and I had to wait for 45 minutes while I continued to call Delta to see if ANYONE would help me find my bag. Delta was AS RUDE as you could get transferring me to closed numbers and India and no one answering me. And then FINALLY this woman shows up and tries to help me but obviously doesn't. I'm still bagless. She promised that "SHE" would find my bag. But, no call yet. Oh, and my phone charger is in my suitcase so I guess now I have to go out and get one of those so I don't miss the call.

And, this bag? Remember the $200 worth of shoes? In the bag. Plus the $40 boots I got at th beginning of the month. And then my makeup is probably $150-200. This doesn't include clothes - I mean, HELLO, jeans long enough for me don't just go on trees! So, no call yet. Bag is missing. I am miserable.

The only thing I wanted to do was go grocery shopping.... but there was a tornado warning that seemed pretty serious since they were showing pictures of the tornadoes touching down all over. I have no geographic sense (is that a thing?) to know if the tornadoes were near me or not but it was looking a little windy outside so I figured the safest place was in the apartment complex and not driving down the highway with wacky Texas drivers with the potential of rain and tornadoes. No tornadoes hit Plano though. Although, there is nothing like a tornado reporting on the news to take me back to Chattanooga and all the loonies who somehow manage to get on TV.

Since I'm in such a great mood, I'm going to write Delta a nasty email on their poor customer service and then I'm going to go defriend some people on facebook.

10/07/2010

Post 61!

HEY FOLLOWERS!!! It's been a while, huh? I don't know where I'll start, so I'll just start with the last thing I did - I got home from work.

I don't know if other people do this, but the second I get in the door, I take my pants off. I just love living alone and not having to wear pants if I don't feel like it. I mean, sometimes I don't even make it out of the kitchen - that's how much I don't think I should have to wear pants in my house.

Also when I got home from work I remembered I just bought pork chops at the grocery store and I had to eat them before they were ruined. I even sautéed up some onions and it was so good. Let's time out for a second and talk about things I buy at the grocery store-

In Chattanooga, for whatever reason, I purchased lots of real food and did lots of cooking. Now my favorite thing is a Lean Cuisine - and I only like 3 or 4 kinds (5 cheese rigatoni is my favorite) and I really love the Kroger brand BBQ chicken pizza, and canned green beans and fresh asparagus, and watermelon. I mean- I don't even know what I buy at the store and what I eat. But, I will tell you this - I am 6 lbs heavier since moving to DALLAS!!!

I know what you're thinking, "Megan, whaatt!? That's silly - you're so tall and beautiful and you could stand to gain a few pounds". I know, right!? Well, for those of you that get it - I'm not going to explain to you why I just said that about myself because, well, you get it. For those of you that don't (friends of my aunt that read this, neighbors, harper) I'm going to continue talking about myself that way and I just don't care what you think. BUT - really, when I went for my last checkup the doctor was really upset that I don't exercise. It did not help his plan that I'm a great weight for my height - so he made me go on the body fat machine because he really wanted to show me that even though I was the right number of L-Bs I probably had TONS of body fat and should, obviously, exercise. Welp - he was pretty much screwed when the body fat machine game me a great BMI, below normal body fat AND told me I could GAIN 3 lbs!!!!

Well, now I'm in huge trouble because I gained 6 lbs. So, what I'm saying to you is that I'm going to start cooking more, after work, probably not in pants and dropping the 6lbs so at my checkup it will be like nothing changed!!!

Actually, I would like to lose 10 lbs. But, work is very stressful so sometimes I have to stray from my packed lunch of LC, fruit, 100 calorie pack and DC. For example, yesterday, I got a 3rd DC and had 4 hershey kisses. BECAUSE I deserved it. BECAUSE work is that busy. And will only get busier- especially since work has no signs of letting up and I haven't been using PTO so now I have to use it or lose it in the 4th quarter while working on a 1/1/2011 project - cool!!!

I'm not going to even talk to you about work right now - but know this - I'm working at least 50 hours a week. Awesome.

Last week I took a half day on Friday and drove down to Houston to visit McCowan - so fun! I mean, obviously McCowan is a total babe. AND his friends are just as great and handsome as he is. I spent most of the weekend telling McCowan's friends how handsome and great they are and that McCowan and I are not romantic. I don't know why it's so hard for people to understand that I am queen of platonic friendships with (handsome) men. If I'm your friend, we're not romantically involved. If we're romantically involved, we're probably not friends. I have so many boy friends but no boyfriend. THIS IS HOW IT WORKS.

Ok, so Houston was SO GREAT! I mean - the most beautiful, perfect weather! 80's, but cool, sunny, open windows, just a great time. As far as things we did? Chat, consume, brunch, bottomless mimosas, football, football, consume, football, etc, homemade omelet by McCowan that I put ketchup on which really offended him. Great weekend. But, the entire weekend became a study to me - I was the only girl (my favorite thing) and I was just watching how the boys talked to each other and about things. Roommate Stevtrada (remember him?) is pretty much the funniest person I have ever been around - he is like Glee or Dancing with the Stars to me. I know his might offend some men- but I don't think he is Glee or DWTS, I just love watching him and smile and can't wait to see what is next!! I mean, every time I looked at him, he was doing something that was laugh out loud funny. Including asking people to put things on a scale of 1 to 10 and only giving an answer in the thousands: which meant, that Friday, on a 1 to 10 I looked a 7,000!

Anyway, this is what I learned: boys and girls hold completely different conversations. FOR EXAMPLE: On Saturday McCowan's friend Mike asked him to be a groomsman in THE most ROMANTIC way I can't even imagine it myself!! We were driving to watch the Texas/OU game and Mike said he had something for McCowan at his house - so we stopped to get the package and I just observed the rest from the couch:

Mike: Here you go, open it
McCowan: (gets out keys to open taped box) (pulls JD whiskey out of bottle and looks at it) Thanks, man
Mike: There is more in there
McCowan: (weird look, pulls out stuffing, weird look again)
Mike: (takes over the opening of the present and gets the "more", hands to McCowan)
McCowan: (reading) Remove back label? (tries to use the key to remove the back label)
Mike: (realizing McCowan is going to RUIN EVERYTHING, gets out his knife and begins to remove the back label himself) Here you go
McCowan: What? Really??! Yes!
(bro hug. the end)

This is when I get up because I've been so good and quiet and want to know what the heck is happening....and really, from that story, you don't know what is happening!! Well, I will tell you!! Mike somehow (probably magic) had someone (maybe him?) write on the BACK of the FRONT label "Groomsman? 3.19.2011" and you saw it through the BACK of the bottle after you removed the back label!!

Seriously!! I wanted to CRY!!!!

And then we finished our beer and got in the cab.

That's pretty much the extent that they talked about the groomsman incident - which, seriously, was SO BROMANTIC it could have brought me to tears. Boys never talk about anything worth talking about - all I wanted to do was talk about the moment. But it passed. And that was that.

And that's the end of this post because I don't even know what I've said.

PS: Rohrbach, you think you are following but you aren't. No kudos for you.