Sprang Break Part 1

Wednesday March 25

Where oh where to begin? I'm soaring.  I cannot believe how neatly everything is falling into place for me. Of course I've really been putting forth the effort. That is what makes the difference.

Right now,  I'm in the barber shop listening to the funny barber shop conversation while I wait for my turn. I'm cutting off all of my hair.  Every time I come here, I swear I feel like I'm in the movie. It's so stereotypical but not in a bad way.

Spring Break has been wonderful to me so far. It started with a bang Friday night because right after class I started drinking. First, at a Mexican restaurant and then at the best house party I have been to in recent years. I even almost did coke!  It was so cool! Anyway, the party was for a friend of mine who is moving to Florida with her boyfriend.  It was their conjoined going away party and boy did I drink. Which of course was bad, because I was supposed to be the DD. (Oops, sorry not sorry. I had fun.) Morgan ended up driving me home but we'll get to that. I was supposed to be driven there with Morgan, but our ride bailed on us. So guess who had to drive? Me. When we got there, there was only a handful of people standing around talking. Soon the beers and the bottles of liquor were opened and the conversation grew more liquid and less awkward. Next thing you know it was a good ol' Grand Island reunion, as if we don't have enough of those every break. Nevertheless when we all get together it's always a good time. We are a clan of junior alcoholics who like loud music and sex. Without going into too many details because I don't entirely remember everything. (My mind was preoccupied with a bottle of tequila, beer, and pineapple jungle juice) And then apparently some of the guys busted out the weed and coke and in my drunken state all I wanted was to get more messed up. Didn't happen, which I'm fine with I guess. Really fun party though, I'm so happy I went because honestly I was nervous to see everyone again, but it was awesome. The only thing that sucked was that when Morgan drove us home she turned my headlights on and I always leave them on auto mode. So when I drove the 30 seconds from her house to mine in my intoxicated state I left my lights all until my battery died, unbeknownst to me. (I really shouldn't have even driven that far I was fucked. Like, super apology drunk saying "I'm so sorry" every 5 seconds although I had nothing to apologize for.) 

So when I went to leave for work the next morning, my car was dead. This led to an awkward moment with my mom's boyfriend that got me all fired up before work. Basically he was trying to tell me how to jump my car and was trying to help me even after I told him I knew what I was doing and that I'm fine. (in fact, he was the one who didn't know what he was doing) But he insisted on being out there and telling me I need a new battery when I knew a I needed was new cables. I took my mom's car to work when mine wouldn't charge. I bought a set of new cables and bada bing my car was guuchi. Then I took Morgan to an improv show done by a local improv theater that happens to be a client of mine for class. It was phenomenal. Back to the boyfriend though, I understand he was just trying to help but I am extremely independent and prideful and when I dismiss you, it simply means I need to do something alone.

Since then break has been all work and very minimal play which I'm fine with, I get a sick high off of working on my PR stuff. The day before break started I was approached by my internship boss to promote his new movie which is premiering next month and so I got an advanced screening of it, and you know it was actually pretty good! Then I was tasked with writing a news release and sending it off to news, radio, television stations, podcasts, the whole "shabang." On top of all this I'm working a 40 hour work week and I've decided to start working out again this week. So, so much for break.

Today for example,  I truly felt like an adult in the working world it was amazing and so liberating. I woke up, layed in bed and tried to figure out what I was gonna do today, played around on Tinder a little bit, (apparently my smile warrants the heart eyes emoji, who knew?) before one of my daily Morgan phone calls told me it was time to do something. So she came over I made coffee and she helped me work on who to call and who to appeal too. (She's a PR major too, and her last name starts with P and mine with R and so one day we will start our own firm called PR-PR. Who wouldn't want to hire a company with that name?! Get outta here.) It was so fun working together on something real. Then she left and I kept working, then I made a phone call to see how my transfer was coming along to no avail. Took a shower, scheduled an oil change, went to the bank and ended up at the barber shop. I had one goal in mind: cut it all off. Then I got back to work, contacted some more media outlets and went out for dinner with my family for my brother's 18th birthday. We went to this Italian restaurant and man was it good. While we were at dinner I was contacted by a local, really well-known radio personality who I scheduled an interview with and either I, or bossman will be talking on the show about the movie. The personality was a kindred spirit in that he also attended Buff State way back when for the same major and he sort of mentored me over the phone.  It was such an amazing phone conversation and he even said I did a great job. I am in the world and I am doing the damn thing. He said I can contact him anytime and I definitely will take him up on that offer he was awesome.

Today and really, this break, have been perfect. And it's only half done. I'm so excited to see what tomorrow brings. ( Schoolwork, Target, PR stuff)

Until then

Musings

Saturday January 17

I worked a double today. It was so tiresome. The weird thing is it wasn't that bad, in fact, it was actually a nice change of pace to have something take over my whole day. That and the fact that I let my mind wander to really slutty places today. I made eye contact with a new love  interest that I have as of yesterday. It was steamy. Along with my two existing ones, work got really interesting during my later shift. I don't know if I'm wearing something that makes me smell like an aphrodisiac lately or something but all the attention is definitely appreciated. This may or may not complicate things once school starts next week and I'm back with last semester's whatever-we-are. 

I guess now we play the waiting game. I have a feeling this semester is gonna get me into some trouble. It's my first semester being 21, and the spring semesters tend to be a little more wild. I'm just so so so ready to go back. Oddly enough, I could also really go for some spaghetti right now. That sounds so delicious. It's definitely too late for me to be up right now after working for so long. I'm borderline delirious.  

Stfu

Sunday January 11

Socially awkward people drive me insane. Of course, I have my own fits of social awkwardness, but it's not anything to the point of people openly disliking me for that specific trait. There's this woman at work, who is just really out there and over the busy Christmas season she was placed in electronics with me and my crew. I felt bad for the poor girl, we were all already established as a group and I almost felt like a male Plastic. (I'm looking at you Gretchen Wieners.) This girl brought everything upon herself though, and it was bad timing due to the stress of the holidays. In retail we refer to that time as "Hell on Earth." 

The big problem with this girl, Stephanie, was that she talked and talked and I definitely mentioned her before. She would talk over customers, butt into conversations and have random anxiety attacks that would leave her in tears. Now, if she hadn't already put all of her business out there, I wouldn't be doing so now. But she did, so there's that. I think she was just lonely so she always had to keep talking in the hopes that someone would listen. Some of us see therapists, others bring their shit to work. She told everybody her issues and let her emotional state become an impact on her work performance daily.

Apparently she showed multiple co-workers scars on her wrists from where she had cut herself due to the stress of her life. She's a mother of three. I just don't think that's responsible parenting. Like, what would your kids do without you, if you're attention seeking ways went awry? That's such a gamble with fate. She also explained to everyone that she was late for work one day because she was getting treated for lice. Um, ew. She had these highs and lows. According to her, she had these meltdowns because she was mixing depression and anxiety medications. And literally, I'm thinking, okay I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure you shouldn't mix fucking meds. 

Which brings me to today. She came to work early for the specific purpose of talking to someone, and lucky me I was taking my break at that exact moment, so I had to listen to it for 20 minutes. I recorded some of it and put it on Snapchat. I didn't feel bad about it either. I understand wanting to air your shit out, but there are times for that and specific people for that too. Everybody's situation is different but good Lord sister, get it together!  

Food Poisoning

Thursday January 8

Today, the unthinkable happened. Two or three times a week, I frequent Chipotle, there are few places I could eat that many times of week, but it's a tie between that and this Greek place I really like on Hertel Avenue, called Kostas. (Who doesn't like a good souvlaki?) Anyway, a new one just opened up in the Falls and weather was really bad today, so despite my preconceived notion that "Falls food" is less than delicious, a friend and I decided to give the Falls Chipotle a shot. It would be a lot easier to drive to the Falls location then trekking out to Buffalo. I should've went with my gut on the less than delicious thing. 

We did the online ordering so our food was ready when we arrived. This way we didn't have to wait in the ridiculously long line. The friend I went with was my friend Morgan who just got back from Orlando. Morgan and I are basically inseparable and do 90 percent of everything together. She is the one I can count on to never leave my side. My sister ended up going to, the love for Chipotle is real.  

Later tonight, my stomach started doing somersaults and I felt like I had an ape in my stomach that was using me as a punching bag. It was excruciating, and I'll save you from the disgusting bathroom details. It was awful. I never thought that Chipotle could do this to me. A good friend of mine from school warned me that this had happened to him which is why he only goes to Moe's now, and part of me wishes I listened to him. I don't think I will ever go back to the Niagara Falls location, just out of sheer fear. 

Food poisoning is no joke. This is my first bout with it and so I always thought people were over exaggerating when they complained about getting food poisoning, no I'm sorry I feel like death. Hopefully, I feel better tomorrow.