So last night (or early earlier this morning around 1 am) I was going to post a new blog but OMG I had the biggest headache in a while. Not sure where it came from but it struck hard. I couldn't even keep my eyes open during the bus ride home it was that bad. Luckily when I got home and laid down the pain went away so *phew* cause last thing I need to do is stick a fork in my head lol. The only thing I will mention about yesterday is that the earthquake was no big deal to me. If you have lived in California long enough it's like "meh" to you. I was busy writing notes about something and didn't even flinch. Oddly enough the only sound that kept bothering me last night was that of two cats apparently getting it on. At first I had no idea what to make of it and I first thought it was two Asian people talking outside (LMAO I keed... love my Asians haha). But honestly compared to the earthquake that really bothered me. I mentally threw my hands up and thought "Ok this is it. Apparently EVERYONE and their cats is getting some at the hotel but ME". Something ain't right about this. And on a final note about last night, if I hear anyone else say "2012" I swear I will find a way to have them exiled and forced to watch the movie "2012" over and over.
So now today started off pretty well. Was supposed to have a movie date with Iris which unfortunately didn't go through. We need to sync our calendars. First I forget, then she forgets. At this rate we may as well plan to watch SATC 3 lol. Not to mention this week I am working an extra crazy night shift since our manager is out of town and the new Ass Manager (no not a typo) will be taking over in her place. Not to get into it so much, but I hope he can handle it. I mean after a month of being there and being trained there should be no reason why he can't (cut scene to him hiding in a corner in the office while covering his ears). I mean I personally think he needs more training in the front desk area if they insist on having him cover some shifts. I mean the work is not that hard to remember. But I guess coming from a 5-star hotel it takes a lot to come down from that cloud so excuse me.
So sometime in the afternoon I get text from my mother asking if I made the deposit to her bank to pay my aunt back for my car (story is too complicated to get into so just nod and pretend you follow). As soon as I finished my sighing I felt it was pretty important to get my ass there since her texts were coming in like clockwork. Sidenote, whoever introduced her to texting should be fired. I don't need to have my mother knowing what "lol" means. I am almost worried about getting a friend request from her on Facebook. So while thinking of killing two birds with one stone I figured if I am going to walk to the bank I may as well walk an extra 2 miles so I prepared to finally go on my regular route after I was done. First off, I will say that I currently don't have a bank account for personal reasons. I hate dealing with banks and plus Wal-Mart only charges $3 so I figure that's one less burger I will be able to afford. See? I'm all about the positive lol. So I get in line waiting to deposit the cash and when I finally get to the window the teller tells me that I was in the wrong line and it's only business transactions. Uhhh I guess I should have realized that the fancier velvet rope on the other side was really for regular customers. I mean damn can they get a sign or something to let us "regular" people know? I mean I guess I could have explained that the money was to pay my aunt back for my car that she took back and paid off the bank to pay it off. So teeeeeecchhhhnically it is a business transaction. So don't judge a book by its deposit slip, bitch. So I make my way over to the other line and realize that I will have to also get a receipt for the next 15 minutes of my life that will be wasted. So after finally making my way to the window the next teller asks "So how can I help you today?" to which I obviously respond that I am making a deposit to my mother's account. So then she starts asking me which bank I bank with to which I say none. Then she proceeds to ask "well how do you cash your checks?" to which I say "uhhh different places". So that was her cue to start trying to get me interested in getting an account (little did she know I had one not too long ago). She even went as far as getting a nearby manager to try to talk me into one. That sneaky bitch! First of all, if you are going to try and sell me you may want to stand up for at least a quick minute not sit on your chair the whole time. Secondly, since when did making a deposit turn into an interrogation scene? I obviously need to come better prepared next time so that when i say I have no account I won't feel like I'm on an episode of Maury. This exchange we were going through was obviously annoying me so I just interrupted them both and just said "I'm just here to make a deposit, okay?" That shut them up. (Note to self: apparently fine print comes in verbal language too!). So the next time I am asked "How can I help you today?" my response should either be a quick shake of the head or I should pretend to speak an opposite language lol. (Note to self: youtube videos on Portuguese translations).
So after leaving Officer Teller I finally was able to make my way on my long walking route. I must say the weather was extremely gorgeous after the last couple of cloudy days. Summer is finally here and so is the one thing i love about summer: HOT, SHIRTLESS MEN! You know it's serious when I use ALL CAPS. Not sure why I needed to "all cap" ALL CAPS but I digress. Now for those who know me well enough know that I can NOT stand flip flops. Something about the sound they make really bugs me. Plus I also feel that it's really more beach attire. The same goes for anyone wearing board shorts in a residential. Unless your backyard has a tunnel that leads to any open waters I really don't think it's necessary. We all know you want that "yeah, I surf" look but let's take it somewhere else. My only exception to these rules is when the guy is shirtless and has an amazing body. I almost speechless every time I see that. Funny enough so was this one guy that I noticed checking out some dude across the street. The spectator apparently forgot that he was walking his dog who seemed to keep pulling on his leash as his owner was trying to find his jaw. I guess even the dog was over it. I think I even noticed it rolling its eyes. Sounds like my kind of dog! But I can't blame the guy. The dude was seriously hot. I almost wanted to throw my judgements on the neighbor's lawn, throw a bucket of sand at the guy, and let him keep thinking he was at the beach. More cowbell? I think more SAND! Damn now I was getting hungry for some chicken.... I'll wait for you to catch up LOL.
Two miles and two sore legs later I rested up a bit at home before I went to check out the grocery store down the street. I happened to come across the new video for Katy Perry's "California Gurls" and was amazed. I never wanted to hug my game of Candyland while holding a giant lolly more so than that moment. Damn this can't be good for my hunger. About 4 minutes later I felt like my body was on a sugar crash. I almost forgot i was getting hungry. So an hour later (lol) I finally got up to make my way to the grocery store. Now I always see this place, Pancho Villa, and figured it can't really be that different than Food 4 Less. Besides, you try buying Horchata at Vons without getting an eyebrow raise from the local paletero. So I went in and realized WOW, this place looks a lot smaller. It reminded me of that scene in Loaded Weapon (not to be confused with the Oscar-nominated Lethal Weapon... *ahem*) when Emilio Estevez's character has a tiny ass trailer that opened up into a surprisingly elegant mansion hahaha. So here I was on a mission to get some sandwich materials and some frozen foods when I realized they didn't have any!!! I made like three trips back and forth searching for the name "Tyson" but came up with nothing. I guess I can't expect much from a place that apparently has a taco shop built inside. I mean real Latinos don't believe in frozen foods. The freezer in your fridge is made ONLY for ice and leftover wedding or quinceñera cakes. How could I forget? Oh. Yeah. That's right. I said "real" Latinos. So after making my way through the cash register I made my 4-block walk of shame while only carrying some bread, turkey, cheese, and hot dogs. And yeah it wasn't until I got to checkout that I realized I forgot to get hot dog buns. I think I was honestly too embarrassed to walk back and face those "ethnic food" aisles again. Ahhh Vons how I missed thee. Let me count the coupon savings. So that was pretty much my day. Hope you all enjoyed your Tubular Tuesdays!
This post was sponsored by Tyson Foods, Inc. and brought to you by the letter "S" for Wells Fargo as in "Wells Fargo you can Suck it!". You live you learn.
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