the past few days of my life were super unfortunate and i rarely ever have bad days, so when i do, i really just don't know how to function and i break down a little bit. let me explain tuesday to you, now that i've calmed down and can express my emotions without using profanities.
tuesday morning, i realize that not only have a lost my passport photos, my birth certificate is MIA. this is kind of a big deal, because i go to italy in t-49 days. don't worry, we expedited my passport but needless to say, we need to get the show on the road. so i spend my day off of work running errands to prepare. i go to costco, to get another set of photos taken. the lady at the counter does not speak english and tries to communicate with me in spanish. and i am sorry, but nothing makes me angrier than people who assume i speak spanish. do i look mexican to you? i was in a terrible mood before she assumed i was bilingual but this really just tipped me over the edge and every person in the costco photo department knew how thoroughly dissatisfied i was with their service. good thing we ended up finding my "lost" passport photos, because the new ones display a very unhappy little girl.
after costco, i went to the bank to discuss using my debit card in italy. mind you, i have called wells fargo twice to ensure that my card does indeed work overseas, but alas it doesn't because my card has been blocked 6 times as i try to purchase my flight from sicily to rome. so i went into the bank and i was super calm because i stopped at starbucks and got a passion tea lemonade and i listened to some kate nash and i was feeling better. unfortunately, even after i explained my whole travel itinerary to the banker, my card was still blocked. wells fargo just might get a little call from j. craig soon, because obviously i am not getting through to them. on a more positive note, my bank experience wasn't a complete failure because i signed up for my first credit card and i removed my $300 spending limit per day. yay for building my credit and honestly i'm kind of embarrassed that i sometimes need to spend more than $300 a day but oh well. and um sometimes i need to pay my rent in cash so that's why i need the limit taken off...?
after wells fargo, i call the la court office or whatever to talk to them about picking up my birth certificate. i am super nice to the lady as she picks up the phone and i politely ask if i can talk to someone about getting my birth certificate and she very rudely and abruptly tells me that they are all busy and i need to call back in fifteen minutes. so i hang up, and i call back in fifteen minutes and i say the same thing, very nicely of course, and she heavily sighs like she can't believe she has to deal with irresponsible people like me who lose their birth certificates and then in the most demeaning and vile tone i have ever heard, she tells me that they are still busy and i need to call back and she doesn't know when. at this point, after the spanish costco lady and the incompetent wells fargo people, i am fit to be tied. i have no toleration for people in the work force who do not provide adequate customer service. so as soon as this lady is done practically yelling at me, i turn it right around on her and give her a piece of my mind. i told her that she was not going to ever speak to me like that again, and that i absolutely needed to know when i could call back. a slight pause passed and then she told me to call back after one, in a much quieter voice. i've never had a problem standing up for myself, if you can't already tell.
so after the phone fiasco, i decided to try to cheer myself up with a little retail therapy and i drive to south coast nordstrom. mind you, i work at nordstrom. i know how things work. i go into the store and i know all of the merchandise so i'm grabbing what i want to try on and i'm grabbing quite a bit and i get my fitting room started and everything is going great until i notice someone following me. and lo and behold, someone at south coast nordstrom thought i was a shoplifter because an undercover loss prevention agent is watching my every move and pretending to shop. honestly, do i look like a shoplifter? for heavens sake, i am an employee, the farthest thing from a shoplifter. i was so agitated that i almost asked this loss prevention idiot why they were following me but that would be unprofessional of me so i bought my clothes and proudly gave the cashier my employee number and i made a significant purchase and i hope i showed those stupid loss prevention people a thing or two about selecting their suspects. stupid.
after south coast, i drove to norwalk to pick up my birth certificate. i will never forgive my mother for giving birth to me in la county because what i endured in norwalk was horrific. first off, let me say, i am not racist at all. zero percent racist. i love people of all races, genders, religions, backgrounds, heritage, etc. having that said, i kid you not when i tell you that i was the only white female at this city hall where about 300 people were inquiring about birth certificates, death certificates and marriage licenses. so i pull up in my fancy suv and i get out of my car with my louis vuitton bag and in my william rast jeans and i am feeling so out of place and a little bit frightened until i walk up the steps and i am whistled at by three mexican men. yes, whistled at. like a dog. never in my life, have i been so absolutely horrified because these were not nice happy mexican men like the kind that wash our cars on saturdays or the kind that work at my favorite mexican restaurant, these were scary, mean and dirty men and i feared for my life. but like the trooper i am, i forced back my tears and stayed in line for a whole hour and when i got my birth certificate, i booked it out of there. almost ran to my car. there was no way i was going to stay there a minute more than necessary.
after this traumatic experience, i vented my anger on poor david and i said a lot of things i didn't mean but i just said them because i was angry and that's what happens to me sometimes. i tell myself that it's not my fault because my mother does the same thing, even though she might not recognize it or admit it ever, but she does. so it's not my fault because it's hereditary. but anyway, i was pretty mean to the poor big guy and i went to bed feeling horribly guilty and lamenting the laker loss on top of it all.
it was a terrible day, indeed.
but everyday is a new day and wednesday morning i redeemed myself by bringing david a cinnamon productions muffin and cinnamon roll and a diet coke for breakfast. and he of course forgave me because he always does and after three years of knowing me, he's learning not to take my break downs/tantrums so seriously. have i mentioned how great he is lately? i wish everyone could date david just because i really think every girl should know how it feels to be completely taken care of. i wish i could just lend him out to people to borrow, but only girls who need a self esteem boost or girls who typically date tools because they would never go back to their old ways and then the world would be a better place.
so like i said before, everyday is a new day and today was a beautiful day for many reasons.
first, i found an apartment for fall and am going to be living with my two friends jenny and marissa and i'm so excited. i had been getting major anxiety because i had no idea where i was going to live, but the Lord hears our prayers ladies and gentlemen because today i got a little text from ms. fuller announcing our future home.
second, i received a free boyfriend screen t shirt and a free ruffled knit dress from work today. i love me some free clothes!!! the only down side of this, all the girls and i will be wearing completely matching outfits on saturday. please do come in and see how uhh...cute? we all are as twinners.
thirdly, laker victory tonight.
fourth, my dear friend paige is getting married tomorrow and is having a carnival themed wedding complete with a ferris wheel. welcome to coto de caza, my friends, where we bring in ferris wheels for our wedding receptions.
fifth, my mom bought me some super cute shoes today. like so super cute that i might post a blog entirely about them. i love them and can't wait to wear them. and we are going to the spectrum tomorrow too. can't wait for some anthropologie in my life. it's been too long.
sixth, life is good. my apologies if i am ever grumpy. sometimes i forget how pretty life is because sometimes it gets hard but then i realize that it's okay because life can be hard and beautiful at the same time. it may be a bit of a paradox but it makes perfect sense.
p.s. hope you enjoy the pic circa 2005! it was taken the morning after the harry potter movie premier and we had about 2 hours of sleep in us. paige, on the right, is getting married tomorrow! when did we grow up?
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