coexistapart's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- only dead fish go with the flow It's been an interesting week. Sometimes, when I write an entry, I go back to see what I wrote last time I posted because my sense of the passage of time is so wrong. Sunday I know we came back from the balloon fiesta realatively late, but early enough that it didn't run into Monday. Monday I had the car and I had a normal amount of things to run through (dry cleaning, post office, groceries), but the way I operate I usually like to go out between 11am & 2pm, so I was just trying to leave when Big came home for lunch. Tuesday I was home all day, but it was kind of nice because the last of my eBay auctions finished Monday; I felt like I had time between mailing items out and posting new ones to start while I'm in St. Kitt's. Tuesday I also started getting up super early, when Big gets out of the shower or right when he leaves (6:30-7:30am, depending) instead of the typical before-9am mantra. It's been better that way because it allows me to read for an hour or two, then screw around on the computer (email, Gmail, Diaryland, Google reader, fb, eBay, PerezHilton) before starting on what needs to get done. Obviously if you only start that around 9am then you're half-way to lunch before you start your actual work. Last week I was really just finding it hard to get up. The coffee has helped; I finally got a French Press. I'm not sure if I would use it daily under normal circumstances, but the desert water here is just so HARD and very strong in taste that you do need the grains to sit in the water for it to hide the flavour/taste like coffee. SO much so that I don't go to Starbucks for bevvies here because unless you get a Frappucino, it tastes like hard water, not $4 beverage. Tuesday I know I did some productive email things like talking to my registrar about a class ranking for a merit-based scholarship, as well as emailing another old professor about a new referenc seeing as Princeton Prof won't write one for a scholarship. I emailed Christian girl over the weekend, basically laying out--nicely--that I think it's ridiculous that she's ignoring my messages on the basis of the Anna-JP relationship thing. She knows I became friends with Anna this summer; I know that she takes private Greek lessons with JP at least once a week. We were (ARE) friendly with both of them; their breakup should in no way dictate who's "side" you take, that it's heresy to be friends with one if you side with the other. I haven't heard back from here, which means what might be going on IS going on. Namely, that he could be up to his old tricks again, and although she's somewhat of a stay-at-home spinster, he could also be a attracted to her. Wednesday I watched an absurd amount of DVR'd television because I knew Big was out late taking care of his boss who was in town for two days doing an on-site visit. I went to the gym and had an encounter with one of the management women as I dropped off the laundry. The back story, which I haven't written about but which made me very, very upset last weekend, is that last Friday I went in to a) drop off the rent, b) make a maintenance request, and c) ask to be listed as an 'occupant.' The whole thing just went really badly; I'm sure I wasn't all sunshine & kittens either, but it basically want off track as I got to item two and the woman indicated "YOU CAN'T DO THAT, YOU DON'T LIVE HERE." (Ah, I see, now I know who refused Anna's package to be delivered to me last month.) I started to tell her that I'm sorry if it was against policy, but I've been here a year and I've made numerous requests....and she just kept say no that's not right, and just answered the phone while I was talking without even excusing herself. After that I was trying to explain to her I don't want to be on the lease, I don't need equal partnership, we're just trying to follow your rules, but when I said the only part of the questionaire I could fill out was my driver's license, which I had as well as the $25 she needed, she just BLEW UP saying "we don't take cash! That's our policy. I don't know who you think you are, that's the rules, and I can't break them just for ANYONE!" I just got out of there saying "It's got nothing to do with the rules, or me trying to cause problems," because to me it made absolutely no sense. BIG lives here. He is a client. Even if you don't know who I am, which she doesn't, I am an emissary of said client, and to have me sit across your desk and yell at me in front of another agent that I know has helped me out in the past? Her big thing was "I know what Big wants, I moved him in last year," which obviously as a female raises your defenses because you're just like "huh?" are you so clueless or are you actually interested in him? Which doesn't bother me in the sense that Big is as devoted as they come, but I am OFFENDED for HER that she is laying herself out like this, to look so stupid. So we accomplished nothing. Then yesterday I see her as she's leaving work; I'm in my gym clothes walking in front of the main building, which I've been avoiding all week because I don't want to deal with her. I see a woman vaguely resembling her coming in my direction, but I'm not wearing my glasses and this woman is a lot more brunette than the one I remember speaking to last week. This woman sneers at me and says "FINE, IGNORE ME." To which I really was confused because I said "I nodded in your general direction." It was like passing someone in the hall you think you might know, so you cover all bases by using general acknowledgement. Geez! Who's the one who should be offended here? Then it goes into this whole "Well, YOU are obviously STILL upset from last week; I don't know what your problem is because I am just trying to enfore the RULES which YOU are NOT exempt from." To which I was just starting to get emotional because, again, who is the aggrieved one here? And I just said "LOOK, rules or no rules, I've been in Public Rlations for 10 years and the way I was treated is not how you treat a customer. Just look, whatever, I don't officially live here so you don't have to deal with me again." Thankfully I delivered it steadily, but I was really not in the mood to talk about it further. I'm sure all of this comes through as very one-sided, but I mean this woman lost her temper. Fine, I went in at 4:30pm on a Friday; lady wants to go home. Big says that this woman has a baby, so probably her husband is screwing around or whatever. STILL. It literally felt like the kind of fit *I* might throw if I felt like I was being treated badly, but SHE was doing it to me. And then she had the gall to bring it up, like nothing happened, and make everything out to be touchy-feely with me? I mean I know that I hold grudges for a very long time (unecessarily so) and that I remember everything that someone does to offend me, particularly if there has been no apology, but am I on Mars to think that she shouldn't just leave me alone for a while? What right does she have to feel offended? So that was very upsetting, again, Wednesday night, but I had an angry workout as a result and a nice steak dinner. Thursday, yesterday, I woke up super early to drive Big to El Paso and come back with the car by 8am. I did eBay all morning, then had a burrito at the tacquera truck. I tried to sell some used books, but I think I'm going to have to go El Paso. For dinner I drove back to West El Paso to dinner with Big, his boss visiting, New Guy, Ray, and a coworker and his wife that came to the spring party. We went to Leo's, a famous Mexican place that we keep meaning to go to; it was ok, I'm not sure that I would go again. In fact New Guy and I were lamenting, before everyone else got there, that when you live down here you come to appreciate MORE either strict Tex-Mex OR real, wealthy Mexico City Mexican (think Rick Bayless). Everything else is just kind of sloppy, poor man's food. I really don't go for the orange rice, refried beans, and cheese everywhere. Meantime I love the burritos at the country fair, or tacquera truck. Big's boss seems nice enough. He was dating himself saying that his friend roommed with Bobby Orr (!) in college. Today's Friday. Viva la weekend. It's also a 3-day because of Columbus Day (?) and I leave for St. Kitt's on Tuesday; it would be Thanksgiving back at home, in Canada. Big is at work half a day, just long enough that I probably won't get too much that I need to get done. I really would like at least another 30 items on eBay before we go. I'm not too too sure what we're doing this weekend. I hope that we do go bowling with the guys at work Monday, or at least to Peppers with the coworker and his wife tomorrow. We'll spend some time watching movies (so I should get my crocheting stuff) and some time cleaning, but who knows really. Maybe I'll get time to scrapbook recipes or every day stuff; that may or may not be a complete pipe dream. Just before I got on here I was listening to a Fox YouTube clip about how Sarah Palin's not photoshopped on the new, upclose issue of Newsweek. We got the new issue in the mail yesterday, and I will admit that I actually thought she looked nice (meaning ok) because I did notice that her eyeliner and eyebrows didn't look immaculate. But the call-in on Fox did make me go back and look at her pores and trace mustache, and how possibly in conjunction with the title "She One of the Folks--and that's the problem" could be misconstrued as the liberal establishment giving Obama the oneup, again. Maybe, just maybe, but I thought the commentary about Obama's clumsy staff and smelly charter plane was more revealing yesterday. 8:56 a.m. - 2008-10-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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