It's all about me (not you)

So I've been busy with this mess of a job that I haven't been able to post since Monday. And Monday was....well.....to be honest. Half assed on my part. So here goes.

Work update~ The Kahuna called me into her office at 5 p.m. on Monday to tell me about the whole furlough situation. which obviously i had heard about. It was after all, the end of the work day on Monday. She "acted" all broken up about the fact that I had to hear this kind of news through the grapevine instead of from her. My thought, "Well I've been here since 12:30 this afternoon you could have come to me then." But whatever. She then proceeds to do what she does best. Make the whole thing about her. How unfair it is to HER. How she HAS to take her week without pay all at one time because she's SALARY. And how she plans to take it in place of her vacation time in March, when she'll be heading to EGYPT. And then no lie looks me dead in the eyes and says this..."I..... I just don't know how I'll pay my bills with the week missing." Had it been ANYONE else saying this I would have assumed i was on some kind of candid camera show. Maybe Punk'd but I'm not that cool so more like the How We do it show. But Since it came from her I knew it was real. She was really trying to tell me that she, the lady with the company car account, the company credit card, the lady who pays no rent or house payment (because she's brags about that ALL the time) the women who just came back form a week in Hawaii and spent a week in China over the summer. Just doesn't know how she'll pay her bills. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. For a moment I thought If i kill her I wont have to worry about this furlough shit, mainly because I'll be in jail. But at least I could learn a trade, work out in the yard and find God. I hear he hangs out at jails a lot because it seems everyone finds him there. So when i say i have the most un compassionate boss ever. I DO. It's no lie. She's a gem. Can't pay her bills. What bills. She always goes on and on about how she doesn't have any bills and she can travel and what not. Then she tells me she's glad this happen now and not when she was sending her child to college. Which really pissed me off because I understand money loss is a hardship for everyone but my dad lost his job in September of my junior year of college. That was a problem. A huge problem. a week without pay in February wouldn't kill your daughters college. At no point did she ask me how I would handle this, at no point did she suggest anything I could do to make the impact less for myself, at not point did she ask if I needed anything or show ANY kind of CONCERN for me. She told me to figure out when I'll take my days and let her know. She's a gem.

So this whole mess is...well just that. A mess.

So as promised a few weeks ago I have finally uploaded some pictures from my trip to Buffalo so here are a few of my favorite.

Soccermom shoveling her snow. I did not shovel I was...cough cough...sick :)
I took this on my flight home from the plane.

Ground Control to Major Tom

Well it's official. If I BELIEVED in signs I would believe the universe is trying to tell me DON'T GO TO BUFFALO. DON'T GO. But since I don't believe these things are signs, I'm going regardless. I always have crappy luck. That's nothing new. I have a cold and now it's snowing. Thank goodness. I would not want this trip to go EASY for me. I like to have to WORK for my vacation. Makes me want it more. Makes me need it more. So even though my mother is practically planning my funeral, I'm going. My mom thinks I'm going to die every time i fly or drive to Buffalo. Good God take a Zanax mother.

So I'm off to Buffalo tomorrow and I can't wait. I'm super excited and looking forward to hanging out with my Buffalo family. Soccermom and Mr. SM are planning a dinner meeting between me and their friend I shall call him Mystery Man. It's not a date. But I compared it to a cattle showing. I feel like I'm going to be paraded around the corral on a lead and people will make comments.
"Oh....look at her lovely color and shiny coat"
"Those wide hips will be good for birthing "
"Check out those utters!"

Soccermom has assured me that is not the case. Mystery Man is a nice guy and it's just some friends getting together and having dinner. She fails to mention the part where she's talked me up to him and vies versa. She fails to mention the pressure "My future BF"(what she calls him in regards to me) and myself don't hit it off. Will we or wont we? this should prove interesting.

Let's not forget people I'm sick. So I'm not at my best showing. this poof heifer is pale and sickly looking. Her coat is dull and flat and her utters aren't getting the respect they deserve from these crappy sports bras! I can see it now. Maybe the dripping from my nose, the red puffy cheeks, the pale ghostly skin, and the runny eyes are a huge turn on for him. Or maybe he'll freak out at the sight of my raw red nose and grease hair and ask to reschedule when I'm not feeling so...ugly.

My flight to Buffalo isn't until 8:50 p.m. tomorrow night. With touch down in the All American City (Buffalo's nickname) at 10 p.m.

Buffalo or BUST!

I'm going to Buffalo at the end of the month. For a few reasons. But mainly because I CAN. I want to go. I haven't been there in 3 months. I know that's not that long. But I want to go. I'm flying up. I'm trying to make this as easy for me as I can. You might remember (depending on how long you've been reading my dribble) that on my way home from Buffalo in October I was rear ended by a FREIGHT LINER. So I'll fly this time. I'm taking a direct flight from BWI to Buffalo about an hour flight. Much better then a 6 hour drive. I'm stoked! I can't wait to see my Buffalo family (who aren't family at all) and relax. Hopefully this will be a good trip. Soccremom and Mr. Soccermom have big plans for me. THEIR plans and the plans of the rest of my Buffalo family (Mr. Soccermom's parents, sister, and GRANDPARENTS, what can i say they are very invested in my life) think I should MOVE there. Get a job, met a nice guy (who they plan to introduce me to that weekend) and get married and live happily ever after in Buffalo. That is THEIR plan. My mom feels the need to remind me before i leave for Buffalo EVERY TIME that I LIVE in YORK and that is not near BUFFALO. and that I NEED to come HOME to YORK not BUFFALO.


So I'm heading north in January. To a place that got 20 inches of snow the other week. I hate snow. I hate cold. Major deters for moving there. Soccermom reminds me that it only snows in the winter there. Fantastic. She leaves out that winter lasts 4-5 months. This is strictly a visit. I'm interested to meet the mystery man (in their defense they have wanted me to meet him since their wedding and I've only been up once since then and he was away) and see what all the fuse is about. Mr. Soccermom's mom Moma Smith, thinks mystery man and i would make "such a cute couple". She just wants me to move to Buffalo so she has more kids to worry about :) Love you Moma Smith! apparently Soccermom knew it was destiny when she saw the insane amount of Ketchup he uses. She called me and said and i quote "He puts the ketchup right on his fires. All over them like you do. He uses so much kethcup I thought he was you! I'm totally buying you guys a huge vat of ketchup for a wedding gift." GREAT. We shall see. He might not even be around this time. He better I can't fly up every few months. I'm not made of money.


I'm not saying I wouldn't move there. I've thought about it. It's not to far away from Home. only 2 more hours then college. flights aren't to bad. I'm not saying I would NEVER do it. I have thought about it. It could be fun. a new place. new people. But at the same time i know people. I have a family foundation. An open invite to Sunday brunch at Moma Smith's house and all other family functions. that's nice. Comforting. but moving there? I don't know. We shall see. Maybe mystery man and i will hit it off. fall madly in love and then we shall see. More then likely The same old same old will happen and that'll be it. That's my luck.