Weight: 19.6lbs lighter
Mood: So Frustrated I Could Cry
Listening To: Money Fly Out of My Pocket and the Maintenance Guys Fixing My Air Conditioner
This past week, I worked every day at the college where I now have a part-time job. Since it was the first week of school, the hours were really full time and I worked in the sweltering heat of the valley, at times with no air conditioning. I kind of got screwed on my hours, working 10:30 - 7:30, leaving no time to really work out or to spend with Brian, considering the hour drive there and back in okay traffic. Since the week was so hectic, my feet hurt and I developed this kink in my neck, which meant I could no longer turn my head to the right, I made an appointment at the spa to relax and recover. Brian had just as hard of a week, so I also decided to surprise him with an appointment for a massage, too.
The alarm went off early in the morning today, but not too early as to be devastating. By now Brian knew where we were going, and he returned from an early morning workout so we could get on our way. I declined the breakfast sandwich he was making because working at the college had made it so I had eaten all sorts of crap and had practically fallen off of the wagon. I reeeealllly needed to get back on track. So I had my weight watchers frozen sandwich and a glass of milk. We checked into the spa, and when I went to my locker I discovered it was a lower half locker. As I walked back to the front desk to request a full locker, I wondered why they would give out half lockers on a day where practically no one was there. I didn't really think much more of it when they handed me a key to a full locker with a smile. I took some time and rested in the Jacuzzi, looking forward to the 80 minute massage I was about to get.
When the clock hit 11:30, I met with my would-be therapist and thought she had a little bit of a strange vibe, but whatever, I just hope she's good! I went over with her things that were bothering me - I have this kink in my neck to where when I turn my head right it hurts. Where is it? Oh, it runs right along here. My lower back also hurts when I lay on my belly. Not sure why, but it always does. Yes, I do have a curved back. Oh, and I've been working out a lot so my feet have really been hurting me. As I laid down on the table and felt my lower back cramp, I couldn't wait to get started. She really dug into my neck and shoulder to work out that kink. I can't lie, it felt great. I can't wait until she gets to my lower back.......huh......does she think that's my lower back? That's more like my middle back. This is a reputable place; she has to know that's not considered the lower back. I'll just wait and be patient. What's that you say? Time to flip over? Huh. Well, I guess you do think you hit the lower back area, unless you have some other tricks up your sleeve. I at least hope you do some foot work because I've been dying for it. Oh, yup, there's my foot! And there it went. That's all the work you are going to do? Really? Can't be. I mean, really, it can't. What's that? The massage is over? Well, I guess it can be. Yeah, you were great.....really.
While I sat in the Jacuzzi again, letting the bubbles run over my skin, I tried not to get totally frustrated when I thought about the two spots she missed, that I really wanted her to work on, and the almost $200 it cost me. I mean, really, the massage was really good. In all, I enjoyed it. I can always go to the local massage place and drop $60 for an hour massage to get those areas worked on. Didn't really plan for that, though. But overall the massage was good and I am relaxed. I could nap right now.
Once I paid the bill and met up with Brian, I suggested we go to lunch because I was starving. We sat down at a local deli and I passed up on the sandwiches and pasta for a cup of veggie soup and a Chinese chicken salad, tossed please. The veggie soup came and it was good, with the exception of the mushrooms I had to pick out of it. I've never known anyone to put mushrooms in a veggie soup, but to each their own. Huh, no crackers.....just as well. It would just me extra points that I don't need. Ah, there is my salad. Huh, doesn't look like it's tossed. No matter, it's still edible. Huh, that bite didn't have any dressing on it. Well, there has to be dressing somewhere. Nope, not there. Oh, piece of chicken, I'll give that a bite while I search for the dressing. Oh crap, that was a bite of cartilage! GROSS! I'm spitting that out, sorry for the grossness Brian. Still not finding any dressing in here. Where the hell is the waiter? Um, I'm sorry sir but there is no dressing on the salad. Do I want a side of it? I just want dressing on the salad, so fix it. Hmmmm.....I'll eat some of Brian's fries while I wait. Gawd I've had a lot of fries. I need to create a barricade with the water. Ah, there is my salad and this time, I can smell the dressing on it! This is gonna be good! Wait a minute. How much dressing did they put on it? A teaspoon? It's barely there! I can't believe this crap. Now I really am gonna have to ask for a side of dressing and this guy is going to think I am crazy. Okay, calm, breath. It's just dressing it's cool, people do it all the time. Excuse me, sir; can I have a side of dressing please? Oh, thank you. Now I'll just smother that in dressing. There is the salad I was looking for!
Once lunch was over, I decided to take Brian by the local Vickie's Secret. Since I've been on the, eh-hem, bigger side of things my cute little panties don't fit any more. But, since I've lost some weight, I have four cute pairs that fit, one of which is falling apart, and I'm tired of rotating through them. I knew the cuts I was looking for, which are pretty common cuts, so we could totally find a few pairs. As soon as I got to the store, I scanned through the offerings and found one of the two cuts I was looking for. Awesome! It's the cut I really wanted, too. Let's go pick out some colors! Hey, wait a minute. Does that sign really say "One Size Fits All"? You've got to be kidding me. Maybe it's just this section. Nope, it's all of them. Again, you have got to be kidding me. Not only am I shocked that a store of this caliber would try to pull that kind of shit, but I can tell you right now, that what fits a size two in no way will fit my size large-ass. Gawd. Are they really pulling this shit? Maybe I can make it work. How big do these stretch out to? Well, maybe that will fit. Huh. Maybe if I hold it to my hips, it'll give me good news that they will fit. Nope, nope, nope. The only way these things will fit is if they are stretched out all the way, all day long. GUESS WHAT VICKIE!!!!???? THAT MEANS ONE SIZE DOESN'T FIT ALL, YOU BITCH!!!! As I left the store, feeling utterly betrayed, I thought maybe if we checked into a few more store fronts we could find what I'm looking for. Nope, nothing there. They don't sell panties here. Oh, look! Kittens!!! That'll brighten up my day a little bit!
It's not uncommon in this part of town for people to bring live acts out onto the street, or to ask for help for their organization. With the way my day had been going, seeing a cute little kitten play or just looking at them could really help turn it around, because fuck if things just aren't really going my way today. As I approached the cages, I saw the sweetest little calico kitten, and immediately told Brian I wanted it. He pointed out a Chester kitten and my heart just sank. They were so sweet, napping, licking themselves clean and playing with the papers stuck to the cage, gawd I wanted to take one home, and just seeing their sweet little faces was starting to turn my day around. Then the lady behind the cages started yelling at all of us about how we should donate money so they could pay their vet bills among other things. Her yelling at all of us blocked my ray of sunshine that was the kittens and I just had to walk away. It's true that I wanted to pull out my wallet and donate to them, and by now I was thinking that my money was misplaced in the massage I got earlier. But you know what else was true? My job is part time and pays crap. I don't even know if I can do the $60 to cover for the make-up massage. ::sigh:: I just wanted to see the kittens and this bitch ruined it.
At this point, I really needed to turn this day around. I mean, really, massage - okay but not great. Soup - had to pick out the mushrooms. Salad - no dressing. Panties - one size fits all. Kittens - bitchy handler. Maybe if I got a bite or two of chocolate from the local chocolatier. C'mon Brian - if there is one thing in this world that will cheer a girl up and put her day back on track, it's a bite of good, delicious chocolate. As we walked into the chocolatier there was a lady talking to the singular man behind the counter. She needed a full description of EVERYTHING on the menu. I was starting to feel my patience wane, but told myself to calm down. Sometimes people need some explaining, you know you've been there. It will be your turn in just a minute. I looked over the chocolates sitting behind the case, but no description was available to tell me what they were. Clearly, this was no Godiva, but what I was looking for was simple, easy. There is no way they couldn't have it. As I could tell my patience was growing less and less, the guy behind the counter looked over at all of us in line and asked if we were paying cash or credit. Before I could say anything, the man behind me said "credit" and the guy behind the counter said "okay." Huh. That was weird. I mean, I'm the next in line. Does he not care what my response is. I mean, I could go cash or credit. And why would he talk to the man behind me, and not me, the next person in line. Maybe it was just a general question to acknowledge we were all standing there. Or maybe he's a sexist.....no, no, girl. Benefit of the doubt. It was just a general question.
Once he finished up with the lady in front of me, he came over to the chocolate case and began to put on a glove, and also continued with his conversation with the man behind me, not once looking at me as I stared directly into his eyes. Okay, so he's telling the guy that he's low on cash and that's why he was asking the question. He hasn't yet asked anyone what their order is, and if this asshole behind the counter thinks he is going to "pass over the little lady and talk directly to the man" I am going to go the fuck off. And if this asshole thinks he is going to trump me in line just because he is a man, I am going to go the fuck off. So go ahead, jerk off, put on the glove. Let's see you do it because I will bring the wrath of hell to your doorstep for your sexist behavior. One step, dare you. Just as I could feel my blood boil and the darts in my eyes take aim, someone else came onto shift and he asked her to take over, because hey, he had to go on break as he explained to the man behind me. At least she had some sense, and knew I was next in line. One chocolate and caramel, please. What's that? You're sold out? Okay, common flavor it's cool. How about some sort of chocolate on chocolate, like a chocolate truffle? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T MAKE ANYTHING THAT IS ALL CHOCOLATE???? YOU ARE A FUCKING CHOCOLATIER!!! IT'S WHAT YOU DO!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU ALL, I'M GOING HOME!!!!
And with that, I was on the street corner yelling at Brian to take me home. I sat quietly in the car, knowing that no matter what I said or what I suggested at this point, it would just go to crap. It was traffic almost the entire way home, until Brian jumped off onto a side street that I didn't suggest. He asked if maybe my new favorite would make me feel better? Frozen Peanut Butter Yogurt topped off with chocolate peanut butter bits. I knew what would happen if I went, some bitch who got there 2 minutes before me would decide she needed an extra large size of peanut butter flavor and stand there, filling up her extra large cup, while I sat there tapping my foot, not believing the kind of shitty luck I had. By the time I got to the flavor, it would have almost been tapped, to the point where I was getting the scrapings of the barrel where the fro-yo had the consistency of something between a slushee and fro-yo. Hey, it's happened before. So either that, or they will be out of the chocolate peanut butter pieces that I love so much. Or a combination of the two. So, no, take me home.
As we walked down the hallway to our place, I just caught glimpse of our repair guys who decided to finally come and fix our air conditioner. At 4:50pm on a Sunday. I stood out in the hallway, yelling at the ceiling, WHY GAWD, WHY?????? I let Brian deal with it, as I sat down on the couch with my computer, unable to turn on the air conditioner and unable to open up a window because of the lack of a screen. Let's face it - with my luck at this point, something with a stinger would fly right in and decide that somewhere on my body would be a good place to plant the stinger.
So I'm writing this, sweating on my couch, feeling my $200 massage melt away as I can once again no longer turn my head to the right. I've already explained to Brian that the plan for the rest of my day is to drink, and drink heavily. I'm lucky that he laughed at me and ran to the store to get groceries of the rest of the week. While he's been gone, I've discovered that he's emptied the dishwasher, made the bed and left a sweet little card on our bed that I have yet to read. On this, the day of our six-year anniversary, I realize that I really do have the best guy ever.