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Story of my life.

Today I went to 3 drug stores... all of which didn't have the form of Tylenol Cold Daytime that I wanted. Boo. But I found that Airborne is waaay cheaper at Target than at the grocery. Horray for Target... but I'm sure everyone knows that already.

So I'm sad tonight because Debbie Gibson and Kurt Browning are off "Skating with Celebrities" because when I was younger, I had a mini crush on Kurt Browning and I'm 100% convinced that Debbie Gibson is WAAAAY more celebrity than Kristy Swanson. Like seriously. Kristy Swanson? When you say "Buffy", I'm sorry, I don't think Kristy Swanson. I think Sarah Michelle Gellar. Then I think of old rich woman with a cardigan wrapped around her shoulders. Than I think that maybe that would be a cute name for a mouse. And come on! Kristy Swanson fell! Michelle Kwan fell and she didn't get the gold... Debbie Gibson stayed on her own 2 feet! They were ROBBED!!

I just don't get it.

When it rains... it f*cking POURS!!

Hmmmm... what a week. Actually I take it back, what a couple of days it has been.

A brief summary:
Number of times I encountered the Anaheim PD within the last week- 3
Number of power windows I have gotten fixed within the last week- 2
Number of rear tail lights I have replaced within the last week- 1
Number of times I have been asked if I were ok within the past 2 days- a lot
Number of times I have been asked if I were pregnant- 6

OK. So I got my car back on Saturday after getting both power windows and taillight fixed... not to mention a brand new shiny fan belt to replace the one that was cracking.

Sunday and Monday go by...

Tuesday- I have a terrific day at work. I am happy as I'm driving home because its BATTLESTAR GALACTICA night. SO I'm driving and driving and driving and...

BAM!

For a brief moment, I black out and when I come to I realized that I have been rearended... HARD. I start freaking out.

The white truck that hits me (according to witnesses) backs up a bit and speeds off, and in the process almost hits another car.

Its a hit and run folks.

I'm super freaking out and luckily (or unluckily however you see it) I'm hit right in front of a Shell gas station. There's a gentleman who's walking on the sidewalk and witnesses the entire thing. He comes to the window and asks if I'm alright. Across the street, a woman is screaming that she's calling 911. Another rushes over and helps calm me down as the first gentleman goes behind my car and tries to direct traffic from hitting the car... again.

I call my mom and the woman at my side talks to her because I'm still in freak out mode. I'm ok but I know the whiplash is going to painful the next day.

Ironically, he doesn't hit the brand new taillight. What a thoughtful bastard.

Front of car looks ok. The driver's side rear is another story and there are pieces of it still scattered on Katella I'm pretty sure.

I'm told that the truck that hit me has a broken fender and a flat tire. The cops are looking for him via helicopter.

Oh yeah the cops come. The first one is nice... and the second one on the motorcycle is HOTT. Just something I'd like to point out.

Mom, Carlene, and Sonny come out to pick me up and a tow truck comes to pick up the car and sweep the street from the debris.

Cut to WEDNESDAY- Dad tells me via voicemail that he's coming over. I wake up and feel lightheaded. My neck and back is sore, as expected, and I find a bump on the back of my head. Hurts like a mother.

Dad and I call insurance. I stress out because time with dad usually involves a lot of stress and well this upped the level a WHOLE LOT MORE.

Drive out to the ER. Wear a hospital gown that makes me wonder "does this make me look fat" AND "god, I hope you can't see my nipples through this. This hospital is COLD!" Get a neck X-ray. I'm good. Get out 5 hours later.

Go see Jr to pickup a rental, and my dear cousin has hooked it up quite nicely. Goodness knows how I love my cousin.

Drive home and it's dark, so I turn on the headlights. When I get to the closest major crossstreet to my house, I GET PULLED OVER by a cop.

I freak out when he asks for an ID and registration. I tell him that I HAVE NO CLUE why he is pulling me over. He says its because I don't have the headlights completely on. I tell him that this is a rental and I didn't have the headlights COMPLETELY on because I thought that was HIGHBEAM mode. He tells me no and promptly shows me what real highbeam mode is. Showoff.

Cop takes away Id and goes back to the cop-mobile which makes me freak out and cry even more because that means I'm getting a ticket. Cop comes back with a clipboard and I sob to him that I had gotten into an accident the NIGHT BEFORE, had just gotten out of the ER, and picked up this rental car and now I'm getting a ticket. To prove to him of my pathetic-ness, I show him my left wrist, that still has my hospital ID bracelet on it.

Cop gives me warning.

I heart the cop. Sorta.

I call Dad to tell him I'm home so that he doesn't worry and tell him about being pulled over. Dad tells me that its my fault because I haven't read the car manual.

???

So that's it. I need to go to church.

Best part of the night though was talking to Jean-
Me: Um, so your CHRISTMAS present was in my car...
Jean: WHAT!?! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CAREFUL!

Love that girl. Laughing makes my bumped head feel better.

10000 Yen = 71American Dollars

That was my lesson yesterday when I checked in 2 hispanic guys with a handfull of Japanese yen. The whole situation seemed a bit odd to me, so I just brushed it off.

Today, when I walked into the office, my coworker screamed at me and pointed at the new security bulletin we had just recieved. The 2 faces on the bulletin where the 2 guys who I had checked in. The YEN guys!! Guess they were under investigation for something...

So, I told my manager, who then called security, explained the situation and hung up. Yay. we told them and that was it. Hurrah!

But while on my break, I think I hear my name being called down the stairs...

John from down the stairs: "oOOOOleee"
Me: Did John call for me or for Paul?
Paul: I think its for you
John: NICOLLLLLEEEEYYYYY

Me: Yes JOhn?
John: Come down. The Police want to talk to you.

Yay.

Actually, it wasn't so bad because they really were sweet and kept on calling me "Miss Nicole" over and over again. But lets hope that's the last time I have to get questioned by the police.

So thats my day.

OH wait, I can't forget about being yelled by a guest and had to get security as backup.

Yeah, its been a week. I've been working 9 days straight. But I won't complain because goodness knows there are some funkier schedules out there.

Also I won't complain seeing that I got that promotion that I didn't get before and well, yeah. If you want the things you love, you must stand the showers.

;)

I do need to get a massage though.

And my car's side windows have been a complete bitch to me. BOO TO YOU VW!!!

Ok. Thats it for now.

Its a new year baby. Rock it hard.

So the other day, I was checking in an elderly filipino couple...

the father: Nicole... mind if I ask, what is your backround?
me: Um.. filipino.
the father: Oh! And how old are you?
me: 25...
the father: ARE YOU SINGLE?
me: Ummmmmyeea...
the father: CAUSE I HAVE A SON!! HE'S 26 AND HE'S A DOCTOR!!
me: (laughing) Oh my goodness
the father: He's right there... let me get him! (Calls to the son)
the mother: He's a very good boy. He's my baby. I spoil him.
the father: (now with the son) Show him where he needs to park. This is Nicole. She's SINGLE.
me: OH MY GOODNESS.
the father: Don't be embarassed... do you have a calling card?
me: (still laughing) Oh no. Sorry.
the father: Its ok. I'll be back tomorrow.

Crazy crazy crazy. I was more embarassed for the son... but it was sweet in a awkward sort of way.

After telling my mom about the ordeal: YOU NEED TO GO BACK! HE'S A DOCTOR!! THATS YOUR CHANCE!!
me: For all we know, his first name could be doctor. I'm off tomorrow anyways.
Mom: I don't care if you're off. YOU GO BACK!!

Yeah.

Anyways, so how is everyone? I'm doing pretty well though it feels like life has been fairly quiet recently. I had a quiet Christmas eve (worked), a quiet New years eve (worked) and a quiet New Years Day (completely reorganized my closet). I can't complain though seeing that although its been "quiet" I've been surrounding myself with people I enjoy being around... so yay for that!

Can I just say that right at this moment, I'm listening to NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK'S "PLEASE DON'T GO GIRL" and reliving all those old feelings for Joey McIntire. I always knew deep inside, he was singing it for me. OH yes. For me.

OK. I gotta go and clean house... but I pinky swear that I will update more often. I PROMISE. Its a resolution of mine. I've missed you dear blog!!