Thanksgiving

As you may or may not know I had grand plans for Thanksgiving. The plan was to work Friday morning and then head home for a 10 whole days of rest and relaxation. It seems that all that plans were for nothing. When I got the call that delivered the news of my new job they also delivered a big blow to my fantastic planning. There was going to be a mandatory meeting on Monday the 22nd. I had two choices the first would be to stay home alone during the weekend and then head home after the meeting on Monday OR to drive 5 hours home and 5 hours back on Monday and 5 hours back home on Monday night or Tuesday morning. I decided to choose the second choice. I had been waiting all this time to go home and I wasn't about to stay home for a whole weekend along knowing that I could have been home. The plan was for me and my boyfriend to drive home and when I came back for him to come with me or for my mom to come instead. After a short very busy weekend we decided that my mom and I would come back and we would do a little shopping and then drive back home. On the day of mom decided we would spend Monday night and drive home Tuesday morning. Thank goodness we did that because we spend all day driving, meeting, and shopping and by the time we were done I could barely keep my eyes open. When we got home on Tuesday I went hunting with my boyfriend and all we saw were a few doe. We hunted again on Wednesday morning and then I headed home to work on the house. I had a long to do list from my mom. I needed to clean my room, take wall paper border down in my sisters room, clean the bathroom, change the furniture around in mine and my sisters rooms, and finish a 15 page paper that I had been procrastinating on for about a month. After working all day and actually staying awake all day I finished everything before my sister got home. Thanksgiving morning we all got up, finished cooking,and got ready to go out to my moms cousins house for a big family thanksgiving. After eating way to much and having lots of good conversations my boyfriend left to go to his families house for another big thanksgiving dinner. After eating way too much and having some more conversation I had to leave to go home to work on my paper again. Luckily this time my sister was home to help me figure it all out. We watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and went to bed. At around 1:30am I woke and and the porch light was on. I waited a few minutes hoping dad had just gone outside for more firewood or something but the light didn't go off. I decided I would get up and see what was going on. I walked into the hall and the living room light was on and mom was sitting in front of the fire reading magazines like nothing was going on. She then started telling me that my sister had taken her boyfriend to the hospital and my dad went after they did to check on them. I wasn't feeling well at the moment so I decided I would go back to bed. At the same time I got an text message that my boyfriend was awake sick. I went back to sleep and the next morning when I woke up I found out that my sisters boyfriend was ok and my dad had gotten sick at the hospital and he was ok, and that my  boyfriend was also ok after a really long night. Friday was our day to go with all the women of the family shopping at the arts and crafts show. After everyone was ready we drove 45 minutes to eat at Olive Garden for lunch. SOOO GOOOD! After lunch we drove about 30 more minutes to the arts and crafts show. We walked around for awhile and I found the most amazing jewelry I have ever seen. Literally I would have bought every single thing this guy had. I controlled my need to spend and left with once necklace. Once we were done there we headed home. The rest of the day was spend in hobby lobby, dollar tree, and lowes until we finally made it to our destination... HARRY POTTER!!!! The movie was FANTASTIC! I would watch that movie three times in a row! Yes, I cried but it was definitely worth it. This movie was seriously great! After the movie was over my friend gave me a birthday present and we headed home. Our cousin was spending the night with us and when we got home my dad was watching Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Arch . We decided to make it a Indiana Jones Movie Night and we watched all three movies before going to bed. When I woke up on Saturday I was excited because my birthday was finally here! I made breakfast for my cousin and I, we watched Lord of the Rings Return of the King. After the movie and a few guests coming and going I got ready to go out to my grandmas house. I opened my presents which were awesome. My mom got me every possible thing that had a gingerbread man on it and my sister got me cereal (who could go wrong with that), a gift card for one of my favorite stores, and a Christmas ornament from our school. My boyfriend game me one of my favorite movies and we ate at one of my favorite drive in burger joints. We then headed out to my grandmas to meet my uncle for hunting. This experience was very different than what I am used to. When hunting we usually sit up in a really high deer stand and all of the deer are hundreds of yards away. On this trip with my uncle we were in a ground stand and the deer got within 10 yards of us. All I could do was sit completely still and breath as quietly as possible. It was really cool and I wish we would have seen more than the same 2 doe four different times. After hunting we went back to my grandmas for my birthday dinner. We had deer steak, pig, potatoes, mac&cheese, broccoli cornbread (it was sooo good), and other fixings. After dinner we played cards and drove back home. After my boyfriend left we watched part of Memoirs of a Geisha and went to bed. Sunday morning mom made bacon and eggs for me and my sister, we finished MOG and watched Royal Tenenbaums and napped before getting in the car and riding/driving 5 hours back home. Thanksgiving was nice, but I am looking forward to CHRISTMAS!!!!!

If I could describe today I would say... Moldy bread.

The day started out weird. I should have known when I woke up this morning without my alarm. At 7:00 this morning I woke up and grabbed my phone to add an extra five minutes to my sleep time and I looked around and I was surprised because my alarm never went off. I of course went back to sleep because I am the type of person that sleeps every possible second I can get. When my alarm did go off I waited a few minuted before getting my day started. While I was getting ready I remembered that I forgot to call my grandma to wish her happy birthday the day before. I was really sad so I decided that I would call her when I was driving to work. I got ready grabbed breakfast and headed out into the bitter cold and 100 mile an hour winds. I talked to my grandma and she was happy to report she was having a full day of birthday festivities today as well so everything was good. Work was good and I was excited to report that on Thursday I would be able to work all day. (If you didn't know I have two jobs, one pays minimum wage and the other pays about 75 cents more. The one that pays less also involves me standing the whole time which of course completely sucks) I was also so excited because after today I would not have to go back to the sucky job for like over a week! I was so excited all day! After I got done with my shift at my first job I headed home for lunch and then off to my last shift and the sucky job for awhile! I wanted a sandwich and as my boyfriend started making my lunch I went to change clothes before eating. When I came in ready to eat I got the news that out last bit of bread is MOLDY! UGH! We are kind of out of food because of our week long trip that we have scheduled for next week so I had to settle for cereal. After eating I left the apartment at 11:50 which would give me more than enough time to walk to the bus stop, catch the bus, and get to work by 12. Luckily there were people at the bus stop which meant several things.

1. I didn't miss the bus.
2. There were enough people standing at the bus stop that the bus wouldnt just fly by without stopping.
3. Finally, I would make it to work on time for the first time in awhile.

Not too long after hiding in a corner behind a pole to avoid the wind the bus came. I was making good time and we crossed over onto university grounds and I was smiling. We stopped at the first stop and several people got on and several people got off. I was listening to my Ipod so I really wasn't paying any attention to how long we sat at this stop. Eventually I noticed people slowly getting off one by one. I looked around and saw that the bus driver was gone. This is a common occurrence on university buses here. I personally have not experienced this but I know that it is very common just by the amount of abandoned buses I see on campus. If you are wondering what is happening its actually pretty simple. Humans have to us the rest room at several points throughout the day. However, the bus drivers here don't bother telling bus riders that they are going anywhere or that they are even going to be stopped for a few minutes longer than usual. Therefore they leave the students stranded and late for class and work without telling anyone. So I decided to wait it out and hope he would come back quickly. Nope. I decided to walk. I speed walked across campus to work. By the time I actually go there the bus I was on was arriving. I didn't even save a minute by walking. I felt better though. Also, you guessed it I was late for work. None of these things dampened my mood however because this was my last shift for OVER A WEEK!!! Or so I thought. About half way through my shift the guy I switched with came and informed me that he was busy so we would have to switch. Now I get to work tomorrow. What a freaking bummer. I asked my boss what he thought and my boss said "oh well that is his fault." I really couldn't allow myself to force him to work instead of seeing an adviser about his classes for next semester. He also offered to pay me to work his shift so I knew he was desperate. For those of you who know how stingy I am, I was able to refuse to take his money. There were a few other minor disasters but other than the big sucky news it was an all around sucky day. A guy found a dollar on the floor (which I normally comb constantly because people leave all kinds of money behind.) and I let him keep it. Finally the day was over. All I had to do was count my drawer and go home. As I was leaving work I got noticed that while at work I missed a phone call. As you all know I am waiting for a very important phone call on Friday and the second I saw it was an Unknown Number my hopes flew sky high. I listened to the message and it was from MY DREAM JOB!!! They told me to call back and ask for Curtis or Keith. I called and surprisingly they were still open at 5:30 which was nice. The guy informed me that I WAS HIRED! There would be no second round of interviews, and they were hiring everyone they liked. "They liked me they really liked me!" This was awesome news. This means I can quit my sucky job and do something I enjoy for once. This small victory of the day threw a tiny wrench in my plans for next week. We have a meeting on Monday. The one thing that I was planning to avoid happened. I now have to drive 20 hours in a matter of 4 days. Boo. Don't get me wrong I am 100,000 percent happy and excited about this new development. Yay me!

Harry Potter Weekend is about to Arrive!!!

Lets me just start here by saying I am a Harry Potter freak. When I was 13 my grandmother gave me the first 3 books as a Christmas present. I thought it was weird that she signed them "have a nice life" but I know she meant well... I think. haha (Is it taboo to laugh at your own jokes?) Oh well before that I had never heard of these books and I hate to read so I was not interested in anyway. I was actually mad she gave me books. One random day I decided to read them and of course they were AMAZING! I read really slow and of course my older sister teased me constantly about reading these weird books. Eventually I convinced her to at least try reading one. She reads faster than anyone I could imagine and she was done with the first and second just waiting with baited breath for me to finish the third. As J.K. Rowling continued to pump out books as fast as I could read them I noticed that they slowly began to rise in popularity. Don't get me wrong I know I did not discover Harry Potter. When the Goblet of Fire came out I ran to Walmart to buy it and began reading as soon as I left the store. It took me months to finish it while my sister finished in less than a week. When the movies started being made my friends and I dressed up in Harry Potter t-shirts and the iconic glasses to see it for my birthday. The excitement continued book after book and movie after movie. When the Deathly Hallows was finally on the shelves reading it was so bitter sweet. I knew I would finally know the fate of Harry and all of his friend, but I also knew I would never be able to read any more stories about them.  Yes I know it is lame but I had spent so long reading and watching I felt like part of my childhood was over. Now at the end of this week the first part of the final book will be in theaters.  Once again I have that bitter sweet feeling. I am so excited to see the movie, but I wont be able to see it until practically a week after its preview. I know there are people out there who disagree with what the Harry Potter series represent or just think its stupid. I can honestly say I am a proud Harry Potter fan and I cannot wait to see this movie!

The journey

I filled out my application for my dream job, edited my resume and cover letter, and got a really nice folder to put it all together. I decided that if I showed up at 8am on Monday morning that there would really be no time lost between Friday at 5pm and Monday morning. I got ready for work drove there and went to open the door and saw that they wouldn't be open until 11! Seriously! What kind of place doesn't open until 11!  I went ahead to work and at lunch I drove by and dropped off my packet. I gave them my speech about why I was unable to turn it in on time (because I didnt know they even existed). After a small bit of contemplation and a swift browse through my packet he set me up with an interview on Thursday at 5:45.

After deciding now to peruse my degree in Sports Management I attempted to make an appointment with the adviser to see what kind of hoops I would have to jump through to get into the program. I called and the person who answered the phone informed me that I didn't need a meeting and that I could come by whenever EXCEPT when she is at lunch from 12-1. That really isn't convenient for me in any way because I have two jobs. I go to one job at 8 and leave at noonish. I have a 30 minute lunch to change and eat and make my way to my other job by 12 or 1 depending on the job.  As you can see her lunch and my only free time until after 5:00 overlap to my dismay. I think for a few days about how I am going to fit that little bit of extra time into my day. Luckily the pregnant girl I work with needed to come into work one day about an hour late so I had to stay. This led to me being late to my second job. I let my supervisor that I would be going to see my adviser since I was already going to be late. On Thursday the pregnant girl showed up 20 minutes earlier than I had planned. Since she was early I had to waste about 20 minutes before my adviser would be back from lunch. I slowly walked over to the offices and explored the building a little and got to her office about five til 1:00. The secretary informed me that she left about 15 minutes late so she should be back in 20 MINUTES!!! I was so annoyed because something like this would not have happened if that idiot boy I talked to would have let me make a meeting. Luckily I had time to work on my paper that was due that evening while I waited. Finally a little early she came back. As we talked it was really awkward because she had no chairs in front of her desk so I got to stand towering above her while she explained all of things I needed to do. Since I have a background in sports management she said, "You just have to apply to the graduate school, apply to the program, and fill out some paperwork." I responded with, "I am already in graduate school so there is no reason for me to fill out that application and fill out the paperwork." She realized that I wasn't a complete idiot and gave me the correct instructions and I was off. All I had to do is go over to the graduate school office and fill out one sheet of paper (Change of Concentration Form) and return home and email her my application. That was it. I had already dropped all of my useless undergrad classes and registered for Sports Management classes so there are no worries there. After the meeting I caught the bus and on my way home I got an email from my supervisor asking where I was. Boo...she forgot. When I got to work I reminded her about the meeting and the pregnant girl and she was fine. I worked for a few hours and then headed home to get ready for my interview. That's another story.

Road of Confusion

Since my decision to change my major in September I have been on the search to figure out what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I first chose marriage and family therapy to no avail. They informed me that I would have to apply and then go into an interview pool. After an all day interview they may let 3 people into the program. BAHAHA that's not going to happen considering I don't have any background in it AT ALL! Next, after some counseling from my sister and mom I thought I would choose something a little more my speed. This time I chose to schedule a meeting with an adviser in the Nutrition department. She let me know that it would be possible to get into the program. First I would have to take innumerable classes and then apply. It just so happens that these classes I need are the second half of basic Chemistry, Organic Chemistry, Biochemistry, and Nutritional survey (or something like that). It is also only a coincidence that  each one of these are prerequisites of the next. That is 4 consecutive semesters that I would not be able to apply for the program. Ugh. That sucked not to mention that I barely got a C in the first half of basic Chemistry. On to plan C. I decided that I would try Occupational Therapy. I made and appointment and got my transcript. At this meeting the adviser again let me know that all I had to do was have a few classes and apply. The application closes in October and again in January. However, for this degree I only had to take statistics, physiology, psychology, abnormal psychology, developmental psychology, and sociology. This wasn't so bad because I had taken physiology classes before so that would be no problem, and the other classes didn't seem that bad. The only down side is that I wouldn't be able to start the 2 1/2 year program until Summer 2012. Not to mention I would need 40 hrs. of observation time. When it came time to register for next semester I got the classes I wanted and I was ready to get started on some classes. That same day I went to ask the adviser if one of my current classes could count for the statistics class. Registration was on Thursday and by Saturday I was really feeling down. I had found this amazing job that I wanted to apply for. It was a part-time job but it was a dream job of mine. Sadly after getting all excited I realized that the applications for my dream job were due the day before. Luckily my boyfriend convinced me to apply anyways. After working on the application I realized that I didn't want to be an occupational therapist. I don't know anything about occupational therapy. So I wined like a baby and confessed to my  boyfriend that I was extremely unhappy and that I wanted to go with Sports Management. Surprisingly he said sounds good. I asked my sister about it and she said, " I was wondering why you didn't choose that in the first place!"

Its been awhile...

but since I started the story I decided to finish it before updating. After we found the lost package I was really disappointed, but my supervisor was really sweet and she just said it was no big deal. After about an hour it was time for me to go to my next job. I showed up there and worked hard and like always I was nice to everyone, made conversation, and  at the end of the day a customer came and asked for a manager. I got my boss to come to the front of the store and the customer was complaining about one of my fellow co-workers being rude. I was surprised because the guy he was complaining about it actually really nice so I was confused. After their conversation was over I was prodding my boss for gossip about what the customer was saying and as he walked away he turned back and said, "oh a customer called the other day and complained about you."  I tried to get more information out of him but he said another manager had taken the call so he had no information for me. I instantly just thought about my day and racked my brain about who this person could have been. I thought about all of my interactions with sales people in the past and I have been treated pretty badly but I never left somewhere mad enough to call the store and complain about the employee. Its also one thing to say something before you leave the store. I think it totally crazy that this person went all the way home and was still stewing about how pissed I made them that they thought it was important to call and complain. So I started crying uncontrollably. Keep in mind here that I was still at the register and a customer came up in the middle of my sob fest. I of course attempted to dry it up and smile. He could see right through it. After he left I felt so stupid for crying about this in front of a customer and my boss. After that I sucked it up and apologized to my boss and everything was good. I went home for the weekend and I could not stop thinking about who this person was how was so mad at me? What did I do or say to make them so mad? I decided that when I went back to work on Tuesday I was going to talk to the manager who took the call and find out more information. I asked her on Tuesday and supposedly this lady came to buy a graduation gown and I ignored her or something. That triggered my memory. There was a lady that came and asked for a price list and I printed one especially for her and then had to move to the side while she looked at it. I continued to check out other customers and she left. In my mind when someone asks to look at prices they are going to compare  and then make a decision and I cant just let the 10 people in line behind her stand there while she contemplates. Apparently she was ready to buy right then and she thought I was ignoring her. Oh well I am over it.

Friday Sucked.

I woke up Friday morning thinking it was going to be a great day.. it was Friday after all. I had a very long week and I was just so happy that it was finally almost over. I say almost because I still had to go to two jobs before the day was over. My day started at my administrative assistant job. I got there late because I had a really slow morning. Then my manager informed me that I had made a mistake when I was doing the deposit at some point a few weeks ago. I have know idea how it happened and I'm just really glad someone double checked because I don't know what would have happened if it wouldn't have been found. Also, on Wednesday a man called to ask if his package had been delivered. My manager searched and searched for it but couldn't find it and she called the postal company and tried to find out when and to whom they delivered it to but there were no answers. The whole time this was happening I had a sinking feeling that maybe I had signed for it but misplaced it. On Friday my boss asked me to go through a pile and finish entering all of these applications into the computer. Of course at the bottom of this pile was the package that was delivered to me and that I lost. I felt like complete crap.. to be continued...

One long week...

After recovering from all the wedding festivities I started working two jobs. I thought it would be awesome because I would be making twice as much money! Its always great to double your salary! Since it was "fall break" as school I was able to start my new job with two full days of work. Those first two days were great! I did a lot of work but it was a nice change. I stayed busy but by the end of the day I wasn't totally exhausted. Everyday I come home and my boyfriend asks me to workout with him. Before this job I would come home and just laugh when he asked, but after these two days I might think about it. On Wednesday of that week I started working both jobs. I also started feeling sick around then too. I worked a few hours and my first job and then came home for a very short lunch and hurried off to my second job. Of course I was late... like always. There I am on my feet the whole shift. About half way through I was very tired. I finished my shift and headed home for a long week. The next day was the same, but opposite. All week I continued like this until on Friday was finally over. My parents came to visit and I worked again on Saturday. We went to the football and let early because we lost. Finally, on Sunday morning we went shopping for a baby shower gift. While in Target I began to feel ill. Like I mentioned before i had been feeling sick for awhile but at this point it was worse. Later while we were in another store I started feeling this awful pain in my stomach about every 20 minutes. My parents left and I laid around in bed all day. The next morning I hoped it was gone but it wasn't. I attempted to go to work but with pain every 20 minutes it was really hard to focus so I left work. I made an appointment at the school doctor and after a LONG trip to get there I was informed that I had a stomach virus. Boo. I took the rest of the day off from work and 2 days off from my first job. Hopefully by Friday these easy days will have solved my stomach problems.

The Wedding and Work

Well my friends wedding was this weekend and it was awesome. The stupid spray tan washed off just enough to make me look like I didn't even get one. My spray tan guru saw me and said, "Oh so you decided not to get the tan after all..." Yeah, I felt like an idiot. Other than the stupid spray tan disaster the wedding went off (almost) without a hitch. It was a small wedding which I liked because there weren't like 30,000 people. I saw some people I haven't seen in years, and that I hoped I would never see again. It was an all day affair, but I was so glad to be there.

Today was my first day at my new job. I really enjoyed getting to meet all the people and to be doing work that wasn't exhausting. I also think I got my boyfriend a job today too! I felt really productive. For the first time ever I was given my own desk and a personal email! I am really excited because if one of the programs passes during election season I get a FULL-TIME JOB!!! I am soooo excited! I really hope everything works out!

TRS Recovery Services

This is a warning for those of you who use amazon.com. Amazon uses a debt collection service called TRS recovery services. At times when customers pay with direct checks, debit, or credit cards the payment does not go through. At this point in the transaction Amazon sends your personal information to the debt collection company for them to collect the payment. I kept getting phone calls from this debt collection agency giving me file numbers that were over 14 numbers long telling me that I owed several different amounts to Amazon for a mistake I made. I assumed that since I had already received all of the items that I had purchased the calls were a scam. They would call and asked for my bank account number, my credit card information, and my drivers license. I refused multiple times to pay and I contacted Amazon multiple times asking them if this was a legit company. They replied every time that there was no hold on my account and that every thing I had purchased had been paid for and there were no problems. However, I kept getting the collection calls 3 and 4 times a day. Finally one day I went on their website and typed in the terribly long file reference number and my zip code and the charge was 40 dollars. I paid it and I was so happy it was over and I would not have to deal with it anymore. I wrote down the verification code and put it on my fridge. The next morning I woke up to my regular 8am phone call from TRS. The phone operator informed me that I did not just have one debt I had SIX! I had him list out all of the reference numbers and then I went online and paid them all. However, one of the reference numbers the guy gave me didn't work. I called TRS and they told me that it was someone else's number and that I had paid all of my debts and I was good to go. Once again I wrote down all of the reference numbers and I was so happy it was over. In the end I ended up paying over 100 dollars which was twice the amount I should have paid for the items on Amazon. Everyday since this was all over I received at lease one unknown call from a caller that would hang up. This morning it happened again... but this time the called did not hang up. They started with their normal "Hello I am calling from TRS...." I told her I have paid everything and that I was told by one of their representatives that I had already paid everything. She told me that I still have one more that wasn't paid.  So... Like every other time I wrote down the ridiculously long reference number and I am now at this very moment about to go pay my VERY LAST debt to Amazon through TRS recovery services. I am very sad that this happened because I was a big fan of Amazon and I was a constant shopper. This has really put a bad taste in my mouth for Amazon. I think I am going to avoid them for a while.

On a happier note...

Yesterday morning before I ran my errands I got a call from a job that I applied for last week. They wanted to talk to me and ask a few more questions about me and make their final decision. I of course let them know that I was out of state but I would be more than happy to talk to them today (Friday) at any time. I got in my car later and they had called again to have that conversation. I missed the call and in California it is illegal to talk on the phone and drive so I wasn't about to call them back then. I knew that my flight wouldn't be home until late at night so I decided I would wake up and call them in the morning. I got home and went to bed without thinking about it again. As I mentioned before I decided to put my phone on silent so that nobody could wake me from my coma.  So this morning when I woke up I checked my phone and there was a missed call yet again from this company I interviewed with. I hate being late, so I considered these missed calls being late to talk to them three times! So I got up and the message asked for some references. I called and gave them the references and they said they would call me back. They called me back about an hour later to let me know I GOT THE JOB!!! I am now the (not so) proud owner of two part time jobs! Yippee!!!

The Tan continued...

This morning when I woke up I ran to the mirror to see what this tan developed into. It actually developed into absolutely nothing. It looked exactly like it did when I stepped out of the machine. The next step was to take a shower and wash all of the outer tan off. After getting out I ran to the mirror again to see what all of it would look like again and it was still the same. My awful tan lines were the same, my face does actually look extremely orange, and the tan is absolutely not even! I am extremely disappointed with how this turned out. I know I will look ridiculous at the wedding, but I have come to terms with it and I am definitely owning it Orange and all.

The Tan

My friend is getting married and she asked my to be a brides maid. I was semi excited. I say semi because the wedding was very short notice and I had to completely change my schedule to be able to attend all of the events involved in weddings. Don't get me wrong I love my friend and I am more than happy to be involved, however I have a vacation that I take every year and it was going to cut it from a week long to only 3 days. While I was on the very short vacation I decided that I would get a spray tan so that all of my weird farmers tans would be covered so that it didn't look like I was wearing a shirt with my strapless dress. I did a lot of research and I asked my friends for all kinds of advice. The last thing I wanted was to come out of this looking like an oompa loompa. They gave me all types of advice including, don't wear tight clothes, don't sweat, don't let anything rub the tan off, and things of that nature. The morning of the tan I got up early and did all of the things I was advised to do before being tanned and headed off to do a few errands. Eventually I got to the spa, paid, and got all of the EXTENSIVE directions. They let me know that today it was buy one get one free! I told her I lived three states away and I didn't want it, but she just said, "they never expire!" So I just said, "OK see you next year!" Before I got in the machine I knew that my feet had gotten dirty before I got to the spa. I went into the restroom hoping (stupidly) that they would have a shower. No luck. So I washed my very dirty feet in the sink. By the time I was done I had been in there for awhile so I know the lady thought I was sick or something. I came out of the bathroom and got in the machine. In all of the movies that I have seen about Someone getting a spray tan they get in and it sprays them and gets it all in their mouth and eyes and they end up spitting and sputtering and orange out of the machine. So I tried to do all of the things the girl told me to do but I lost my balance and fell over and the machine didn't give me enough time to get in the position it wanted me to be in and oh god it was complicated. I got out and blow dried myself off and my very distinctive tan lines were still visible. They told me many times that I had to wait a long time before showering for the tan to develop so I told myself it was no big deal and it would be covered. I got redressed in my new no-rub clothing and headed to my rental car. I had to drive three hours to the airport in Las Vegas so I had a long trip ahead of me. While I drove I constantly was thinking about the damn tan and whether is was rubbing off. While I waited for the guy to check in my rental car I was worried that the tan was wearing off. Finally after all of my flights and all my worries I got home. I looked in the mirror and I looked almost exactly how I did when I got out of the machine. I went to bed worrying if the tan was going to wear off. I knew I waned to sleep well so I decided to put my phone on silent so that no one would bother me while I slept.

Preface

Just so you know before you start reading this blog... This is not about a smart sister. I am by no means saying that I am smart. I am a normal person that just wants a place to share my possibly ridiculous life.