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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!!

Poor... part 2

So I was driving to work and about a mile away from it, I realized that I needed gas. I figured that it would be better if I just pull over now and nip the problem in the bud rather than wait and get gas in the evening when all the freaks come out. So I pulled over and reached for my wallet.

Which of course wasn't there.

OF COURSE. Life is cruel like that.

And since I'm already at work, and out of gas, that meant that I pretty much had no means whatsoever of getting home since my gas-less car and my money-less ass was going nowhere.


Or so I think...

In my car, I store extra change in a cup holder. You know, for parking meters, gumball machines, arcade-binges, sticker pictures... stuff. Today, this cup of cha-ching was going to save my life.

So in the cup, I had 4 quarters, a whole lot of dimes and nickles, even MORE pennies, and ONE dollar coin. I was a millionaire.

The gas attendent didn't seem to think so because when I came up to him with my fistful of change, his exact was response was "you're kidding me."

NO sir. I am not kidding you. And be grateful I had that dollar coin or else you'd be counting my pennies. I COULD be a real bitch and haul out my sparkletts jug of soda can tabs, but that's the real gold honey.

$5 in coins. Kick ass. :)

Poor.

Post christmas shopping feast...
... at the McDonald's Drive Thru

Mom: I can't find my wallet! I think its in my other purse.
Me: I don't have any cash on me...
Mom: Nevermind, we'll just go home.
Me: Wait! We can't! We're already in the LANE! There's no exit!
Mom: I only have 4 dollars.
Me: We HAVE to get something!! Just get french fries!
Mom: HOW MUCH ARE FRENCH FRIES!?!

~*~

Teller: Welcome to McDonalds...
Mom (to the box): GIVE ME JUST ONE MINUTE!!
Me: Just get the 2 cheeseburger meal... its only $4.19! I HAVE COINS!
Mom: WHERE IS IT!?!
Me: Number 2!! We'll each get a burger, we can share the fries and coke!
Mom (to the box): CAN I HAVE A NUMBER 2?
Teller: Sure, what kind of drink do you want?
Mom: THE ONE WITH 2 CHEESEBURGERS!!!
Me: YOU WANT A DR. PEPPER!
Mom: ... and a Dr. Pepper.
Teller: That will be $4.51.
Me: I'll get the coins!!!!

Something you just had to be there for.

"Gooble" is from Vivian. :)

Luck Doo 79: do u update anymore?
spaznik: i try... really i do...

Lets see whats been happening lately-

-I saw HARRY POTTER! At MIDNIGHT!! And I was wearing the scarf that Jean made for me. :) Sure, I was the butt of jokes among my group but you know what... screw you hippies! :P And I was among many scarfwearing midnight watchers with whom I made friendly bonds with. It was a terriffic night, a fun movie (though we all know a lot was taken out but you can only do so much in 2 and a half hours), and I was surrounded with my darling friends from work on the very top row of the theater. And can I just say that I was pleasntly suprised with Viktor Krum? Underage Yum.

-HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEAN!! Unfortunantly I had to work that day, but right afterwards, I drove to the beach for the bonfire. Lucky ducks, the weather was absolutely perfect for the beach and there was tons of food and drinks. By the time I got there though, I was tired and feeling not so dandy. But it was great seeing everyone and Jean was cute as always. Well I hope she had a lovely evening and that some night we can go out and party it up. Gosh, I miss it so.

-And then she got sick. This would be considered the sucky part because the next day after the beach, I went to work, worked, and when Ifinished, was feeling a whole lot worse. Like I couldn't wait to get into the car, SPEED home just so that I can get into bed... AND I had a fever. Boogers huh. BUt at least it was my "weekend" and the following 2 days I had off... so it was lots of "rest" and "dvds" for me. Seriously, we've had NATIONAL TREASURE on the shelf for a while now and since I had the time, I finally watched it... eh. But at least I watched it.

-GOOBLE GOOBLE. Once again, worked on the holiday. But it was nice in the fact that a good portion of guests were somewhat amiable and that we had a potluck with all the trimmins. I brought soda. Lots of soda. I couldn't think of anything else seeing that turkey, pies galore, stuffing, veggies, and potatoes galore were taken. And I think I sprouted some sort of muscle (or strained whatever I had of it) lugging it all from my car to the office. There's a HUGE difference when you put soda in a shopping cart to CARRYING IT.

-CONGRATS, YOU'RE A GOOBLE. Well Thanksgiving had 2 significants. Well actually 3. 1)I'm grateful for _____. 2) Work potluck since I couldn't be with a good handful of people who would occupy the ______. 3) It was my ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY with the company... and deep inside, I'm convincing myself that EVERYONE is grateful for ME and therefore had a potluck for the occasion. It was nice, one of the guys came to me and told me that the manager was looking for me in the back... and when I got there, there was a party in the back and they made a little announcement... and I got balloons,a card, and a pin. Then it was back to work. But for the little moment in time... it was sweet and cheesy.

-GOOBLE GOOBLE PART DEUX. After work, I went to my dad's where we had even more Turkey, potatoes, veggies, and pie... not to mention some quality time with the family and my 2 adorable nieces. Yeah... I'm definitely grateful for my family. Goodness knows I love them all.