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What’s Up

By being a computer genius, boys, employment, las vegas, little cousins, music, new jersey, packing 2 Comments

The days left in this year are dwindling. I have so much stuff to do before I go to New Jersey for Thanksgiving. I have to do laundry, pack some clothes, compile a CD and tie up a bunch of loose ends at work.

I’m finally loading all of my music back onto my computer. Remember when I changed my hard drive a few months ago? (I’m such a computer genius.) I’m also stealing Internet. It’s not that I’m too cheap to pay for Internet, it’s just that I’m still waiting for my apartment community to finish installing the wireless connections for our whole complex. They said it would be done by November 1st. They lied.

I got to go to St. Louis last week for work. That was exciting. I guess I have to take the clothes from that trip out of my suitcase so that I can put the clothes for Thanksgiving in. Damn.

After Thanksgiving, I’ll be home for two days and then I’m hopping on a plane to Vegas to visit my family. My other aunt and uncle and my grandparents moved out there. Crazy mass exodus of family members out of New Jersey to the desert and shit. Now who am I going to party with on Christmas Eve? Only a fraction of my cousins even live within 2,600 miles of me now.

Allison and I have decided that the terms “boyfriend” and “girlfriend” are obsolete. I’ll get into that some other time.

Anyway, I’ve gotten distracted from compiling my latest CD masterpiece. This one will be called Look @ the Stars. All good CDs need a name.

Gambling with Lunch Money

By conversations, employment, las vegas, ruling at life 4 Comments

When I lived in Vegas, I always used to gamble with my lunch money. Gambling with my lunch money seemed like a pretty safe bet most of the time – if I won, I could buy my lunch and have leftover money, and if I lost, I would just let my stomach growl until dinner. I usually spent about five dollars on lunch, so that’s all I ever spent on gambling. Besides, the only times I ever won any money in those damn Wheel of Fortune slot machines were when I was gambling with lunch money. Over time, I’ve realized that gambling with lunch money is the best kind of gambling there is.

The people in my office are pooling their money to buy some lottery tickets, and my stomach hurt today, so I didn’t spend any money on lunch. I decided it was a sign. I deserve to win a couple of million dollars. I hate working, and I never want to do it again, so when I got an e-mail about the lottery pool, I marched downstairs and delivered my five dollars to the guy collecting the money. He wrote my name on the envelope and I came back upstairs with a big doofy grin on my face. Stacey the un-receptionist laughed at me.

“I can’t believe I’m going to win the lottery!” I said.

She laughed at me some more.

But, seriously. Winning the lottery is going to be the best thing ever. I’ll get to quit my job and go on excessive amounts of vacations and buy all kinds of new clothes and some houses and maybe even my own private island! I’m so excited!

Post-Vegas Slump

By employment, las vegas, not ruling at life 6 Comments

I’m bored.

I’m happy to say that I left Vegas up $23 in the casinos. I gambled and won $3 on a video poker machine at a bar and I won $20 on a hand of Black Jack. So, yeah — up $23 in the casino and down about $200 in the Diesel store. That’s cool though. I’m sure the jeans were a much wiser investment than the slot machines.

I’m feeling very un-motivated at the moment. And a little indecisive. I have all these things I should be doing — for instance, food shopping — but I keep pacing around my apartment, getting absolutely nothing done. However, I already had a filling dinner of Swiss cheese and a Rice Krispies treat, so I guess I can put food shopping off until tomorrow.

I did some research on opening a Jersey Mike’s Subs, but all that franchise information and net assets and money stuff was making me dizzy, so I decided to take a break. I called my dad and told him to read it for me so that he could explain it to me on Friday. You might think this makes me lazy, but I’m really just getting some good practice at delegating responsibility.

I had a job interview today. It was for a part-time position as an advertising account representative for a local music publication. I got lost and showed up 20 minutes late with the wrong resume. Woops.

Allison and I might go see a movie later.

I think I’m going to go take a nap. Or watch TV. Or wash some towels.


By airplanes/airports, birthdays, las vegas, little cousins, partying like a rock star, roommates 5 Comments

I just had the best birthday weekend ever in Vegas. I definitely crammed as much stuff as possible into the past four days. I’m never drinking again. Until at least Wednesday.

I had lunch at Chuck E. Cheese’s with my aunt and Franky and Sammy. Then I took Kristen and Courtney to the mall and bought myself a new pair of Diesel jeans. Later on, Robbie and I picked up the white Malibu he rented. Then we drove to out to the Green Valley Ranch where we drank Crown Royal and danced and played some pool at the Whiskey Bar.

I did my best to sleep in and then I went food shopping with Aunt Kim and Sammy. Sammy bought a new Tinkerbell watch with her birthday money. I hung out by the pool all afternoon and tried to get a decent sunburn. Robbie and I went out to dinner at Shuck’s where I didn’t try any raw oysters, but I did have the best salad ever. Then we hit up the Treasure Island — we drank mojitos and got into Tangerine for free after I randomly found some VIP passes while we were waiting on line.

I lounged around outside all morning making a list of the songs that were on the CD I made for my roommate (he was complaining he didn’t know who any of the bands were). I went to Toxicity and had Holly cut my hair, then I came home and had some tacos for dinner with my cousins. Robbie and I went to In-N-Out Burger (dinner number two) and then we headed over to the Luxor where we spent the night dancing and celebrating my birthday at Ra. I won $20 on a hand of Black Jack before we left, so that was nice.

Robbie and I took a little trip to Red Rock Canyon and I stopped at Jersey Mike’s Subs for some lunch on the way there. We climbed some rocks and drove around that long scenic one-way road enjoying the mountains. “Such Great Heights” by Iron and Wine was playing when we stopped at the highest point on the scenic drive, so that was a nice movie soundtrack kind of moment. We didn’t talk much all day because we were both exhausted from staying up until 5:00 this morning. I had dinner with my aunt and uncle and cousins and Jimmy and then I attempted a nap. I didn’t really get a nap though; I was too busy catching up with friends that called to wish me a happy birthday. Robbie came back around 8:00 and we all had birthday cake. My cousins got me a Build-A-Bear and I named her Hualapai (after a cool street name here in Vegas). After my cousins went to bed, my aunt and uncle and Jimmy and Robbie and I all sat outside for a bit and then Robbie and I hung out in the hot tub for a few hours. We decided we’re going to open a Jersey Mike’s Subs in Virginia Beach. He gave me the best birthday hug ever before he left and I promised to cook him a huge dinner when he comes home in May because he definitely helped make this the most awesome birthday weekend I’ve ever had.

My flight leaves tomorrow around 3:00 p.m., and I’ll be flying non-stop to ORF on Southwest. I land around 11:00 and I’m pretty sure Allison is picking me up from the airport. I am so exhausted. I can’t wait to go home and sleep in my bed. It’s going to be a busy week.

ORF to LAS Again

By airplanes/airports, employment, las vegas 5 Comments

I am at work and I am having a minor panic attack because I have to be on a plane to Las Vegas in eight hours. I have to spend the next four hours at work (even though I will be taken out to lunch and getting paid for it during one of those hours). Then it will take me approximately one hour to pick up my dry cleaning and hit up the bank in rush hour traffic. I want to leave for the airport two hours before my flight (in case of traffic, Virginia drivers, freak accidents, floods, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, Florida drivers and so forth), so that leaves me one hour to empty the dishwasher, pack the rest of my clothes, gather all of my hair/make-up necessities and obsessive-compulsively pack them all into plastic Zip-Loc bags, balance my check book, eat dinner and stumble out of my apartment with a few bags into my ride’s van.

I think I am going to need a drink once I get on the plane.

In the meantime, I am covering the phones at work while Stacey the receptionist is on her lunch break. I am vehemently staring down the little bowl of jelly beans on her desk — I refuse to grow corpulent due to the overconsumption of leftover sugar capsules associated with a holiday represented by a large white rabbit.

I think I got a raise today, by the way, so that’s awesome. However, my raise letter said that my salary was going to be increased one dollar per hour from $XX to what I am currently making. I was a bit confused. I had to take my job offer letter back down to my boss and explain to him that I am already making that amount and that if he wants to give me a raise, it will have to be from what I am currently making to $XZ per hour. He said he would take care of it.

Oh, speaking of dollars, I better remember to bring singles with me to the airport. Last time, one of those guys out front took my bags for me and I had no cash. I had to go up the escalator to the ATM, into the convenience store to buy something and get change, and then all the way back down the escalator and out the front door just to tip the poor guy two dollars. For some reason, I doubt I’m going to have time for that tonight.