Monday, February 28, 2005

Err...

So... here's what's been going on in my life lately.

Friday night, I'm walking to my car at work. Its late and I'm walking alone because I did a little overtime. A hotel employee, who's in his 40's, whom I've never seen before comes up to me and starts talking to me as I'm walking. The conversation goes from "getting off of work" to "what department do you work at" to "long drive home" to "where's home" to "who do you live with" to "how old are you", to "are you single" to "you should stay single..." to "is that your car.... what a nice car... how much was it... how much were the payments... you should always check your oil."

By the time we got to the "car" conversation, as you can imagine, we were already at my car, I was inching closer and closer to it with the door open and ready to race away. But the guy just kept on talking... and finally when I had the chance, I said "bye" and drove away.

Cut to Saturday. I told Kristen that this creepy guy walked me to my car and I really wish I walked with someone to my car the night before so I didn't have to go through the whole thing.

Later that afternoon, the GUY shows up at the desk. I'm actually with a guest, but I notice him in line and I start fudging up so I'm stuck with my guest a little longer than necessary. Kristen mistakes him for a guest and apparently he asks for change. Later when I'm alone, he says "hi" and asks what time I get off of work. I say 11pm, but actually, I get off at 11:30.

11:30. I'm off of work, but because of the guy showing up, I really don't want to walk all by myself.. so I wait another 30 minutes so that I can walk out with David and Caroline. At midnight, we get to the parking lot and I notice a man in his van. I assume that its just someone getting ready to drive away...

In the parking lot, I tell David and Caroline that I'm ok and we seperate. Once I get into my car though, I notice the van lights go on and its moving forward... then stopping in front of my car. Its the GUY and he's getting out of the van. Keep in mind that its an HOUR from the time I told him I was getting off. I start panicking and call the first number on my phone (I HEART LUC! Jean too... she was my number 2 phone call). The guy comes up to my car, I roll down the window just a bit and he asks how I'm doing and offers me some lemons, but he doesn't have any lemons in hand. I say "no thank you" he says "Why dont you want any lemons" and I, in a panic say "CAUSE I NEED TO GO HOME!". Luc is still on the other line, thinking that I'm going crazy, and I roll up my windows and drive away.

Yeah. I'm just a little bit creeped out.

This morning, I had a sit down with my manager and sobbed the whole story out to him... he's looking into the situation and feeling a little bit better. We know the guy's name, what department he works for.. so hopefully someone will talk to him. I still need to write a statement... so I guess you can consider this my rough draft. Err. I don't know what else to do other than pray that I won't have to see the guy again.

Lucky for me I have some teriffic coworkers who got my back as well as a great sister with a great canadian boyfriend who drove my scared ass to work today and escorted me into the building... they picked me up too. Its sorta nice to have a posse.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

"You can find out if he's gay if he's a good dancer..."
-Jean's advice.

Perhaps I jinxed myself earlier.... Damn you tasty desserts!

Oh wells. Although I think my boobs are shrinking. Would that score me some points?

Anyways, with the sun out and payday on the horizon amongst other things... it was a good day for shopping. :)

Life is pretty grand.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

There is no such thing as a "normal" day. For instance, the other day, I witnessed the following conversation at work.

little girl: looking at a driver's licence What does that heart mean?
mom: That means that daddy is a organ donor.
little girl: So daddy gave away his organs?
mom: No. Daddy has to be dead to do that.

Wow. What a time to start the "every one is going to die" conversation with your 6 year old while on vacation and checking into your hotel. Oh... and not only will he eventually die, someone else might get his still beating heart. Talk about morbid.

Anyways, work is finally taking its toll on me, but not to the point where I want to scream bloody murder. Actually, yesterday was ok... but 2 days before I was on the verge of breakdown because it seemed like every one of my guest HAD. AN. ISSUE. And while I don't mind being the verbal punching bag for my friends and family, after 30 random strangers venting about not getting a resort view, well... you have to wonder if sleeping with your room facing the CITY can truely ruin someone's ENTIRE LIFE.

But then again, I have the families and guests who like me (yes, I'm sooo modest) and well, that makes up for the difficult ones. The other night, I had a little girl tell me that I was her favorite NICOLE in the whole wide world. I wanted to slather her with kisses and ask her to write me a letter of reccomendation on my direction-giving abilities so that I can give it to my managers. But honestly, it was something so little and so sweet that changed the course of my day.

And how I do love my co-workers. :) Last week, some of us got coffee afterwards... that's like ACCEPTANCE right!?! AND I've managed to ambush hug Sal almost a dozen times now without getting stabbed back. SCORE!

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Tell me when will you be mine
tell me quando quando quando...


Excuse me, I'm floating in a bowl of ear candy. Michael Buble, how I love you.

I completely knocked out today... it was weird. I was up, out shopping with Carlene and Sonny, and the moment I got home I was completely knackered. Weird huh.

So anyways, for those who don't know, this is Pete.


Pete says "Hey... baby."

Wasn't he cutest?! I haven't seen him in a year or so... but I think he looks the same. Maybe taller... but still clutching the shamu. It totally makes him cute and sensitive.

And have I mentioned that he can dance? OH yeah... TOTALLY. And he'll do it at YOUR command.

And boy does he know his computer stuff. He says "site feed" and I go "what?" and he says "do it"!! I still don't understand what it is exactly, but right at the moment, this baby is SITE FEEDING!! I think that's kick ass... or something.

AND HE'S SINGLE!

I know. What the...

But that only means YOU can be the one to capture this adorable, shamu loving, law school embarking, computer-knowing piece of MAN MEAT... who can DANCE. YOU!!

SO what are you waiting for!?!

;)

Because I'm bored and feeling absolutely cheesy... not to mention the fact that I love Luc...


spaznik: if i could, i'd TOTALLY hug my screen right now.


i heart luc. :)

Not in THAT way of course. :) He's the bestest though.

Oh btw, your drivers license ought to be good enough if you're driving into Canada, says Carlene and the Canadian.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Well, HAPPY belated VALENTINES DAY folks! :) The day where all the new year's resolutions for diets and eating healthy stops because wether you're coupled up or just single, you're gorging on chocolate because it is ALL AROUND. You're in love, you get chocolate. You're alone, you buy it or your fellow single friend buys it for you and you eat it together in hopes of erasing the fact that you're alone on this sad sad evening...

or something of the sort. It kinda makes sense in my head. ;P

Actually, yesterday was pretty good... and in a way it could have been worse. While on lunch, I was watching tv and they were showing this man during the Orlando Magic game, proposing to his girlfriend during halftime... and instead of saying "yes", she ran off the court. OH and did I mention that I was watching THE NEWS and not the actual game itself? Poor thing... its one thing to be rejected in front of thousands of people, but its another to have your clip of being rejected being played over and over again on the news... or having an article about on the internet like so... ouch.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

spaznik: my neck is a little stiff...
TooMuchPete: ...not going to ask...
spaznik: nah.. i just slept on it weird...
TooMuchPete: It's really unsafe to do that to the driver.
spaznik: EVIL!!!

So a week ago, I woke up during the middle of the night, turned my head, and BOOM, suddenly it got stiff on me and the slightest movement made it hurt like a mother. I decided to sleep it off and thought that by morning, it should be gone.

Nah. My neck is still aching a bit. Sure it's not as intense, but it's damn right bothersome. So in hopes of avoiding the doctor and hearing that my stiff neck is a symptom of meningitis, I've booked my mom's massuse to come over to the house so that her magical fingers will do the job. If not, I have quite a bit of ibuprohm that ought work... I'm just scared I might become addicted to them. That's what happen to celebrities... one painkiller takes them down the road to self destruction. Or maybe its ok just as long as I don't down it with a bottle of vodka. Yeah, that might be it.

**update**
The massuse is gone and I'm feeling much more relaxed and my neck is feeling better. I'm also greasy from head to toe and I think I smell a bit like bengay. Since she had a brand new table that was bigger and heavier that her old one, instead of having the massage upstairs in the bedroom, I had it down in the living room. Scary thought. As I was laying on my back for the first half, everytime I would feel "cool air" on my chest from the towel moving... I kept on thinking "Please don't let anyone come home right now. Don't let the gardeners come through the gate that this moment." because really, how awkward would that be. Exactly.

Eek. Sorry for all the "unpretty" boxes... I need to sort out this hotlinking thing as Pete (2008!) says. Goodness I really have no idea how to fix it, but Im sure it can be done.

I have no idea what I just said right now. I'm babbling... and I'm not even in front of a guy... and lords knows that always happens because I think back and wonder "why the hell did I say that!? That didn't even make sense!"

Anyways...

I've been sucking at updating lately huh. Give a girl a job, take a way her life, and well, there you go. Actually, life hasn't been all too bad. There's a new puppy AND last week, I had dinner with Jean and Sakura at work... while I wasn't working. :) It was a delicious night with some tempting drinks and a sweet finale of creme brulee in the end. See... friends + alcohol + sugar. I can't complain.

Work is delightful! I really do love the people there and STILL no one wants to kill me. Well, maybe except Sal. But I will hug the hate out of him if its the last thing I do. :)

oh by the way I think I'm in love with this guy. And its not just for his dancing abilities.

When in Italy, everytime we got onto the coach, we would hear this funky song on the radio and before we knew it, we were singing along to it. Well, as much as we can since I think its in German...

Anyways, so here's just a little something for my travel buddies and for those who just want something funny to see...

Don't know who the kid is... but the song is downright catchy. My luuckkkeeee