Monday, November 7, 2011: First off, I broke my dress. Then, a 50 year old with a pixie cut at work showed up with a navy blue feather in her hair right above her ear. Gosh, I love Indiana. I officially completed my journey into adulthood when I made my pension/401k and flexible spending elections. But, then I regressed when I yelled at an 80 year old lady. It went a little like this:
me: Hi, I'm calling because xyz and for so and so.
old lady: Yes, I know you. You have left me a ton of voicemails.
me: Yes, that's the thing. My client would like to pay you, but we don't know how much we owe you.
old lady: Yes, I know why you're calling. From what I can remember, everything's settled.
me: I thought so too, ma'am, but my supervisor has asked me to confirm because of xyz issue.
old lady: You know, I don't know why you're calling. And I couldn't understand your voicemails.
old lady proceeds to give me a ten minute lecture on how to leave a voicemail....
old lady: So, basically its rude for you to be so quiet and fast on your voicemails. It was hard for me to understand them and when you talk to other people you should go out of your way to let them know why you've called. You should give more details.
old lady: I mean, if its ok for me to say, of course.
me: No, of course its ok for you to say. If its ok for me to say, you obviously could understand my voicemails since you knew exactly why I was calling. Further, its rude for you to not return any of my five voicemails. If you thought it was settled, you should have called me back to say so. Finally, if I would have known getting a hold of you was going to cost my clients ___ amount of money, I would have advised they not pay you.
old lady: ......
me: I mean, if its ok for me to say, of course.
Tuesday, November 8: I was asked to be a bridesmaid for a dear friend a while back. It meant so much to me because the only reason we're friends is because our boys are best friends (they give real hugs and everything). She's just wonderful and we automatically meshed in the group - which is harder than it seems because the group is based off of the boys being best friends, but all the girls knew each other anyway.
Side note: does this even make sense? Are you picturing me in highschool? Because that's how some of these girls make me feel. Real Heathers, I tell ya.
Anyway, the thing is that the girls all pretend to like each other because the boys are all so close. But B and I actually connected and I'm super touched she asked me to be a bridesmaid. The only problem.... one of my other friends is getting married the same day. How does this happen to me? I have like 4 friends and of those four, two of them are getting married the same day. So, I had to break the news to the other friend today. Over Mexican, margs, and tears, she confirmed why she's one of my closest friends.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011: I saw the 50th anniversary of The West Side Story in the theater. I also continued my propaganda campaign of naming my imaginary first girl "Maria" and I cried. Alot.
Thursday, November 10, 2011. I'm not stylish. At all. But for some reason, at work, I sorta am? Its so cofusing. Anyways, the only other women I talk to on a regular basis asked me to come with her to pick out some new clothes at lunchtime. This made me feel fashionable, needed, and liked all at the same time.
Friday, November 11, 2011: If someone says one more thing about 11.11.11 I'm going to lose my shit. I also went home to see my Momma and Daddy and had magnificent pizza.
Saturday, November 12, 2011 and Sunday, November 13, 2011: I got a new phone. I've officially not lived at home long enough I don't have any friends to go out with on a Saturday night so I spend my Saturday drinking beer and watching Big Bang with my Dad. Which, actually, sorta rocks.
Side note: Ever notice how I talk more in the beginning of the blog posts than at the end? I give up easily, sorry about that.
Yesterday, Monday, November 14, 2011: I was called by a Gallup poll and I died of politically dorky happiness.
Pretty much today, I've spent the day trying to come up with a better theme for my blog. And trying to write this blog post. Such is life.