Chipotle Will Not Get The Best of Me

Last night was my first official night of waiting tables at the Melting Pot in Houston. I had 2 whole tables and made a grand total of $24. I can't believe how rich I'm not. After work I went out for a couple with my new "work buddies". Spent $6, I can't believe how cheap beer was. I had to get gas on the way home, $7. Today I found that damn, sneaky Chipotle (picture of its hidden local to be posted later this evening). Lunch $5.50. So that leaves me with, $5.50, no wait, I paid .75 to get on the tollway this morning, so I have a whopping $4.75 to entertain myself with tonight. Whatever shall I do. I'm thinking all I need is comfy jammies, good movie, blanket and a bottle of gin and I will be on my way to a happening night of midnight drunken phone calls, so be very afraid if I have your number. Just kidding. I'm so sleepy right now from staying out too late last night I'll probably eat a fall right to sleep, yep, right there at the table.

Robert called and left me a message yesterday. That's the boy. He wanted to know what exactly transpired between us on Monday night when I flipped out and told him we were moving too fast. I honestly don't know. All I remember is telling him I needed a week. I have shit I have to focus on and seeing someone EVERY %^&ING DAY, isn't helping at all. I should have him take the Pooh test just to make sure he isn't a Christopher Robin (my gut's telling me no, he isn't). I guess I'll call him back this weekend sometime. I don't want him Eeyoring out on me though. It's highly irritating.

I had Joy Joy set me up on MSN messenger, so if someone (anyone, anyone) wants to have a real life conversation with me (via messenger) it can be arranged. I've got Patty Pumpkin Pants, Darcy and someone else I think, I don't remember. I'm typing from work right now and I have no MSN messenger access here. So, I'm gonna run, I think my boss is back from lunch and I have to meet with her, but I will be posting tonight and this weekend so stay tuned.

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Chipotle, Sometimes Unattainable

Joy was telling me about how she had the burrito bowl at Chiptole on Wednesday. I've always gone for the chicken burrito, unless of course they are out of chicken, then it's the pork. I faintly remember trying the steak once, but didn't fancy it at all. Besides, I can tell myself it's healthy due to the white meat and the lettuce I put on there. Anyway, today I had a hankering (how Texan) for Chipotle. I visit their website and find the nearest one. Wow, less than 3 miles away, lets go. But wait, what about yogurt boy. I am looking super cute today. Screw it, I want Chipotle, and I want it now. So I go to mapquest, find the directions and then I'm out the door. Much to my amazement, I couldn't find Chipotle. I looked and looked, but to now avail. I didn't bring the address with me of course because I thought my super keen Chipotle hunting sense would help me find my favorite of all fast food joints. But, it's on the fritz. I drove the same three blocks for 30 minutes with no luck. I decided, well, I'll go see yogurt boy. I picked up a deli sandwich then headed right for the dairy section. As I walked past the stock room I peered through the plastic window only to see a not so attractive face staring back. Damn, foiled again. So I slowly inspected, milk, cheese, and pudding, hoping that yogurt guy would sense my presence and come to my aid. No luck. I must have been in the dairy section for 5 minutes. I didn't want to come across as desperate so I headed for the register. I'm not sure how long I should have waited.
So, I've decided to boycott yogurt for the time being and have switched to the premade fat free pudding (chocolate). It's on sale for $2 for a 6 pack which is a deal I couldn't refuse. I urge you all to do the same. Boycott yogurt, free pudding.
It's probably a good thing if I never run into yogurt guy again, because I have this image of him all built up in my mind and he may never live up to my expectations (like most men I've dated). It's best if he just stays this unattainable being. Not to say if given the opportunity I wouldn't "jump" at the chance.

Computers do the Neatest things

So, I went to my site meter to see how many people were reading my website (vanity again, I know) and I discovered that the computer tracks how people are logging into my site. The most interesting readers are the ones who happen upon it by accident. They go to a search engine type in a few words and low and behold a link to my site appears with the magic words and they click on it. Here is a list of some of the funnier ones.

Kinko's Minneapolis

Minneapolis hotties

Smelly Closet (I'm number 1 here)

Met a small town girl

"he had a Napoleon complex"

Add the oddest one so far book crossing down for maintenance friday

So tonight I am going to try to do some maintenance on the site, I've been meaning to add links to my daily reads for two months now. So if you just bear with me I can get some of this shit done. Ok, my butt hurts from sitting all day so I am going to get some stuff done around here and then it's maintenance time.

Holy Cripes! Is that him in the picture with the
laptop. If it is, he is hot, hot, hot.

I am eating my lunch and reading. Thanks for the heads
up.

Jeff

--- Katrina
wrote:

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I hope you're at lunch right now, because you are
going to want to be sitting down for this one, check
out hot librarian guy, he's funny too.

http://malelibrarian.blogspot.com/

This is what I do with my time, making sure my friends have reading material while they eat. I highly recommend checking out the link above. It should prove to be highly entertaining, if nothing else there is some nice eye candy. Again I have to thank my blogger friend Matt.

I think I am becoming a grocery store whore. I went to the Randall's again today, but lost confidence while perusing the deli section for lunch. I didn't even venture over into yogurt world. I look cute, but think I should be wearing my contacts upon my next approach to yogurt guy. I was looking at the pictures I posted of myself (yes I am very vain) and I think I look much cuter without glasses. I'll wear contacts tomorrow, and with just the right outfit I bet I can lure yogurt guy into my web. I'll take suggestions for my line, the polls close at 11:45AM on Thursday. Just email me at o_cripes@hotmail.com or add a comment at the end of today's blog. The winner shall receive a special prize. I'm not quite sure what it is yet, but I think I can come up with something good.

I am highly irritated right now. The boy just came over to get his hat that he left here last weekend. It's not going well at all, especially for him. Things ended last night with new boy and I. It was too much too soon and I'm not ready for that. He's getting a divorce, his soon to be ex just moved out of his house YESTERDAY and it's like he wants to marry me already. Don't you need time to deal, because I sure as hell do. Now he is being an Eeyore. That's right an Eeyore. Someone who is like, Oooohhhhkaaay, I gueeeesssss. Where they are the victiim all the time and they even talk like the Pooh character. I'm a Pooh. I'm happy (for the most part), I keep moving right along when things bring me down, I don't dwell too much on things I have no control over. I can overcome almost any obstacle. I cannot be with an Eeyore, because then I will be an Eeyore too. I need to be with a, with a, Christopher Robin. My best friend, someone who helps me out of difficult situations. Someone who is not there to judge only to help.
Which Pooh character are you?

I went back to the grocery store today to see if yogurt guy was there, but he wasn't, so I got a sandwich and left. I guess I'll have to go back on Thursday at 12:30. Not that I was counting the minutes or anything, but I do look cute today, so it was kind of a waste of one of my cutsie outfits.

Work is going well. I am learning the importance of documentation. DOCUMENT EVERYTHING!!! I sent out a check last week and it hasn't gotten there yet, and we don't know where it is and I don't remember where I sent it. I'm so stupid sometimes, I just want to kick myself.

I have to start remembering to take that digital camera with me everywhere I go. I was driving home and the sky was beautiful. The sun was shining through the clouds and it was like a bible postcard scene. Hopefully I'll remember to grab the camera everyday so I can share more photos. Ok, hope all is going well with everyone.

So I've been holding out on you dear readers. Last week I flirted with the yogurt guy. I went to this grocery store called Randall's. I was looking for my favorite yogurt, key lime pie, when the yogurt stocking guy asked me if he could help me with anything. He was kneeling down, and as he looked up at me with his blue eyes, he smiled. I told him I was just trying to decide on a flavor. We had a short conversation about how many yogurt choices there are. He told me that he dreams about a wall of yogurt at night. I told him about when I used to work at Kinko's and dream about making copies. He said something about my smile (how nice it was) and about how he could believe I worked at Kinko's because they're always so nice there. I smiled and blushed. I picked my yogurt up and ran away. I was so nervous flirting with the yogurt guy. But, I'll be back to thank him for making my day. It was really sucky up until that point. I think I may have to go to the store tomorrow, it's already too late today.

Hi All,

It's a beautiful day in Houston, although too hot to actually go outside, the sun is shining and I awoke in a fairly good mood. I'm still struggling through Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, but have started a "history lesson" given by James A. Michener, Texas is the other book I am starting. It should hopefully give me some insight into the mind of the average Texan.

Things with the boy and I are going OK. There is some drama I don't feel much like relating, but I think that I really need a break for a few days before seeing him again. He's going through a divorce, enough said.

Last night I went to work at The Melting Pot. They finally called me to tell me that they had a serving position available. Even though the restaurant is far away, the money is good. The people that work there seem very nice and I am excited about meeting new people. Every Thursday and Saturday night I'll be whipping up fondue, so make sure to keep an eye out for me if you are in town.

Today I've been cleaning and washing and relaxing just a wee bit. I haven't anything exciting to report so I won't waste your time, but I hope all is going well and I will blog soon.

Have you ever noticed that no matter how long or how much effort you put into what you do during the day, there is always a way to finish just what you need to get done in the nick of time. For the last few days, I have been giving my 110% at my new job and have successfully finished all of the work I need to get done each day a few minutes before I leave. Do you think I may have an internal clock that motivates and demotivates me as needed in order to finish all of the work I need to do in any given 8 Hour day. But, on the other hand when I need to get oodles of stuff done at home (laundry, cleaning, TV Watching) there is never enough time to do exactly what I want to do. What is this part of time space continoum affects our lives at work and at "play". Speaking of "play", why are there no playgrounds for adults. I just want an adult size swing set and slide so that when I have that precious thing called FREE TIME or that other thing called CHEAP DATE there is a place where I (or we, depending on the situation) can escape from it all, it all being the laundry and cleaning mostly.

Sorry to go on and on, I just feel so jilted because there is a school across from where I work, where kids play and get to be free and I wanna go too. So on with the other stuff.

Work is going well. I am learning way more about insurance than I ever thought I would. It's interesting and I think that is why I don't mind doing it at all. Next week I get my own desk. Which is very exciting, because then I can put personal belongings up in my cube.

Things are also going well with the boy. I'm trying not to spend too much time with him so that we don't rush into things and that's going well, kinda. We spend time together but it's not like 7 hours, it's more like 2-3 hours. I'm just afraid of rushing into things like I did with Troy and that can't happen again. I don't want to get myself into a situation that I might not be able to get out of if I need to. I think the whole thing with Troy was a learning experience to make me more "gunshy" so to speak.

Ok, I think I am babbling and my lunch break is almost over. Have a great day.

So, I've been holding out on some of you. I met someone. His name is Robert. He's a great guy. I'm in like again. We had our first date on Friday night. We went to a place called the 529 Barbeque. We talked and had a great time. It was funny because while I was waiting for him to show up, he was about 10 minutes late, I ended up sitting with these two girls. We made kinda friends. I found out that one of them was from North Dakota and the other was from Colorodo or something. I was telling them how this was kind of a blind date because we met online and stuff. I know, I know, I said I was going to focus on other stuff, but he just happened to email me and we started talking and then I thought what the hell, we can just go out once and see if I like him and if I don't then there is nothing to lose and who knows I may even get a free meal out of the deal. So we met in a public place, he offered to pick me up and I told him I would meet him somewhere, he called me on it, because he was like, "You don't want me to know where you live."
Then I was like, "My mamma didn't raise no fool."
So it worked out. So on Saturday night we went to meet some of his friends at the Houston Soaring Club. We waited until night and one of his friends Mike set up a couple of telescopes and we saw the stars up close and personal like. His friends were great. I really felt welcomed around them. We laughed, we drank, we ate, we watched. I had a great time. I told Robert that it was a pretty great second date and I didn't know how he was going to top it. We might just have to call it quits, you can't have your best date the second night. But, then on Sunday we went into "town" and he showed me his office and we went to Central Market which was pretty cool. We wandered around the gay area of town and ate at this place that I can't remember the name of to save my life. But it was good and I'll have to remember it when some of my "hom"ies come to town. I was starting to get sleepy so I suggested we go back to my place and one thing led to another and before you knew it I was taking a nap on the couch. I would have felt worse had I been the only one sleeping, but I wasn't. So we relaxed on Sunday afternoon.
Today, well, I had to go to the Saturn dealership today, because I ran over some glass on the road and it ruined a tire. Robert met me there after work and I'm glad he did, because they wanted to charge me way too much for the tire. So we came back to my place again and he helped me call around to find a cheaper place to get the tire. I should have a new tire tomorrow or Wednesday. I'm somewhat concerned though because I am driving on my spare and they don't go for very long.

Now I know what y'all are thinking, "Aren't you spending a lot of time with him?" Yes, I think I am, but I do like him, he makes me laugh and he tells me how pretty I am. I feel special and I haven't felt that way in a long time. You're thinking tell me more Kat, tell me more. Well, I prematurely gave him my website address and don't want HIM to know all of my innermost musings and thoughts. He would run away screaming if he did, so I'll just give you the overview. He works as some sort of computer geek. He tests software programs that his company writes. He's 6'9" (I know), lives about 2 miles away from me, he drives a truck, and that's all I really want to share right now. You'll learn more as I do dear readers. He talked to my mom today too. My mom was a little shaken by the whole experience, but she came out shining.

Well, I am getting sleepy and will let you go. I have oodles of stuff I could be doing, but would rather share a little bit of my life with y'all (I think I am starting to get the y'alls down right). So have a great day and I will write soon.

One of my regular daily reads lives in New York and experience the blackout they suffered, he made it out of the city alive thank goodness, read about it here.

The day has gone well for me. I made it to work on time (first time since I started) and ate my way through the morning. One of the ladies that sits next to me had a birthday, so people brought in goodies, most of which were carb filled doughnuts, pig in a blanket, and cake. So I tried a little of everything, even though I shouldn't have. Now, I feel the need for some fruit, otherwise I'm going to be a log all night. I really like this temp job right now and I worked my way right through lunch. So it's been a long day of staring at a computer screen and such. Not much else going on. I've scanned the photos from my going away party and linked to them, I hope they work out OK, if not let me know. Otherwise have a great weekend.

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So Ken and I had a great dinner we ate at a place called Mama Ninfa's The Original Mexican Restaurant. I thought it was very good. Afterward I asked one of the two drunk guys sitting at the bar to take our photo. This is it.

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We had a great dinner, talked about the weather, whipped cream, the hot guy sitting at a table nearby and other sordid items. I told him how I have been dreaming of whales lately, although I have no idea what it mean. He told me about the Church him and his partner goto, and how the pastor keeps sending them hand written thank yous for showing up. We had a great time.

When I got home Joy told me I had a package. It was from my friend Cindy. It was the photos from my going away. I'll be posting them this weekend. Lots of hotties. Ok, it's late, but I wanted to get this photo posted, my first time using a digital camera and having the photo turning out good and all. Nighty night.

I can be such an idiot sometimes. I should be in the Galleria area of Houston right now searching though used bookstores and overpriced design stores, but I'm not. I'm at home typing this up, because I am an idiot. Somewhere in that la-la time land right before you go to sleep, I set my alarm to wake me up at the time I should have been leaving for work instead of the time that I actually needed to get up. Thank goodness for Joy, because she woke me up this morning. I felt like such an idiot. Two days in a row at a new job late for work. What the hell kind of impression am I making. If the damn traffic in Houston wasn't so bad I would have made it in plenty of time, but it's mega rush hour here all the time. At least I was only 10 minutes late instead of 30. Tomorrow I will be on time, even early, just to prove that I can do it.

Tonight is the big dinner with Ken. I am waiting for him to call me so I can drive out and meet him. I am very excited because we will probably be using a coupon from my Happenings book. Which I love to do, because you get to go to a very expensive place (sometimes) and only pay for a moderately priced meal. Of course happenings has McDonald's coupons, but when you look as cute as I do today you don't eat at McDonald's. I am going to ask Joy if I can bring her digital camera so I can take some photos of us, but if not you'll have to wait until I get that roll of film developed to see how cute I look today. That could be a very interesting roll of film too, because Troy told me that he may have taken some explicit photos of himself while he was intoxicated. He couldn't remeber for sure, but it will definately be a surprise. I probably won't post those if he did, because my mom and all her friends read this, but if you want I will email them to you, just let me know (unless you are my mom or one of her friends).

Anyway, here is another photo from my trip to Texas, I forgot to post these when I got to town. This one is of Miss Cheryl and I at Emeril's restaurant.

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Aren't we cute. Anyway, I did get the job offer for that sales interview I had earlier in the week. Here is the email, it's pretty cocky and just confirmed that my could be boss has a Napoleon complex.

We have decided to move forward with you as a new employee. Welcome to the team! We will start training on Friday (tomorrow) at 10:00 am; dress on Friday's is sharp business casual. Bring your driver's license and social security card. Please confirm your acceptance.

Oh, I am so honored to be your slave at $7 and hour plus commission. Whatever. I sent a nice note back saying that he obviously had good taste in people but that I already accepted another position and I wished him the best with his new sales team (he fired everyone on the old one). So it's kind of an ego boost as well that I got an offer.

I just want to congratulate my friend Candi and her fiancee Yorish on their new baby, born yesterday at 4ish in the morning. Alexandria Dulce. I can't wait to see photos. Ok, I'm gonna run. Take care and have a great night/day.

So I've gotten an email mentioning that I haven't posted in over a week. I know that, I've been depressed so instead of bringing everyone down, I've decided to work out this funk on my own, and the sun is finally shining again. So over a week has past, I bet you are thinking what have I been doing with all this time. Let's start from the beginning. I decided that if I met someone then I would be less lonely and less subject to bouts of depression. So I joined eharmony.com. I filled out a profile that was 100 pages long (OK that's an exaggeration, but it was long) with the hopes of finding my true match in life, not just some hottie that I was drooling over, although I don't mind that either. So I start chatting with a particular fellow, lets call him Charlie, and things are going along fine until I tell him I am unemployed and he sees this picture.

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So I am assuming that I had high hopes. I know everything is bigger in Texas, but really, let's get serious. So, here I sat, no job, no man, no friends within 1000 miles. What's a girl to do, so I cancelled my membership and decided to get really serious about my life. Get a job, make friends, so on and so forth. So each day last week was spent trying to get my resume perfect and create an outstanding cover letter that would make at least 50% of my faxes end up on someones desk and not in the circular file. Each morning I would wake up chanting FIGHT OR DIE and each night I would get home and crave the feeling of my jammies and a nice blanket and a perfect world where I could eat bon bon's all day while my hottie personal trainer waved a hugh feather fan while wearing next to nothing. But, the next morning I would get up ready to fight all over again. Last weekend was movie watching and relaxing with Joy and the boy. We spent Saturday evening at the Best Man and the other bridesmaids house (Joy's wedding, not my own). I had met Tina before, but Dale was still that image in my mind I created from meeting Tina. He was nothing like I expected. He was warm and welcoming. I felt like family in about 10 seconds flat. Dale grilled the best steak I ever had, we watched movies on the biggest TV I'd ever seen and I felt like part of a family.

On Monday the search started all over again. I made it to Office Team the week before for an interview and Gina my guide through the whole process thought she could find something for me quickly, especially after I told her I was desperate for work, I would do anything. I almost contemplated becoming a phone sex operater, they make good money, you work from home, but I would never be able to tell anyone what I did. It's kind of like when you meet a doctor or a stylist. Oh, can you take a look at my, or what would you be able to do with my, I would be afraid of what people would ask me. But, Margaret Cho did it for awhile, I guess if I was desperate enough I would too, I would never tell anyone though. Anyway, I went on a useless interview on Tuesday, for a sales job working for a short man. Now, I am 6 feet tall. I'm not your average sized woman. I intimidate before I open my mouth. Then when I speak I think I scare people even more, that's why my mother thinks I'm not married yet. Anyway, he had a Napoleon complex that I called right off the bat, he was egotistical, practically telling us how much money he had and expecting us to worship his every word afterward. I haven't had much success working for short men in the past and I definately didn't want to continue a sucidal trend. So, I was courteous, I smiled at the appropriate times, I said the right thing and walked out knowing I would get called back for a second interview, but that I wouldn't take it.

At 5:30 Tuesday night, my world started to look better. I got a phone call, from Office Team, they have a job for me, do I want it. Are you nuts, of course I want it. So I took it, I worked today. It's at a company called Gemsa. I don't really even completely understand what they do, but I have to learn and quickly. Overtime is available, so I will be taking advantage of that. They also have free soda. I mean what more could you want. Everyone seems nice, and I get my own cubicle. I'm really excited about that, my own home away from home away from home. The only sucky thing is that I have to be there at 7AM, which isn't all that bad, but that mean I have to leave here at about 6AM. I called to see what the bus schedule is like and that's worse, it's more like getting up at 4:30AM. So, I'll get up at 6 and like it. I'll drive in the shitty traffic and I'll like that too. I am going to get Spanish 101 on CD so I can practice on my way to work. Not that I work with a large hispanic group, but just so I have another way to sell myself into a better paying job. Now if only I could find a way to make permanant full-time at Gemsa, then they could pay for my schooling as well.

Oh, I also "joined" a book club thingy. It's called Bookcrossing.com. We had a meeting last night and I met some of the nicest people. Essentially what it is, is a social group for avid reader nerds like me. But, there were the cool kids there too. Of course there were your typical low self-esteem I escape into book types, but there were the it's cool to read and talk about literature types, who I ended up bonding with. These ladies were all in their 40's+, but very funny and cool. One of the ladies, Ellen, and I became quick friends. She asked me a million questions and I learned about her husband and found out she's a therapist. Ellen kept asking me about jobs and where I was from and what did I do and on and on. When I told her I wanted to do catering sales, she's like well apply here and here and here. She was so super sweet and nice. I got her email and I plan on emailing after I read the book she convinced me to take. That's the other thing, everyone brings all these books and then you can take them home if you want, you just pass them on to other people. So now I will rarely have to buy a book. I just finished reading Ruby Fruit Jungle by Rita Mae Brown. It had a very strong self-actualization theme. Be who you are, not what other people want you to be. It was a great book and I read all 214 pages in less than 24 hours. I just love a good book. Next is Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I'm going to start it tonight before I go to bed, which is going to be soon, as it is getting late.

Sorry again for not posting for forever. Tomorrow night I have dinner with my dear friend Ken from St. Paul, he is in town on business so I may post again until Friday night, especially if I can convince him that he is not gay and that his partner would never read about our night of passion on this website. Even if he doesn't sweep me up into his arms and give me a thousand kisses I am excited to have someone around that I know from my past life. Who knows maybe I can take him to a gay bar and meet all new friends. That was the advice of my friend Jim anyway. He told me to go scamming for new gay friends at the gay bar. I was all like, what. I'm not going to a boy bar by myself. Like any homo would want to be friends with the scary, lonely chick standing at the end of the bar. Then he suggested that I log onto a gay website and post an add similar to, "New to Houston, expereince fag hag in search of new gay following. I will do everything from hooking you up to drying you out, but only when absolutely necessary. References available upon request." I don't know, I just don't think anyone would answer that ad. Ok, I gotta go, I'm sleepy, but I hope to provide you with daily updates, just so I don't recieve anymore emails like the one I got from Daddy Jeff today.

I got a little concerned, because I have been faithful checking your website and you haven't posted for a
week...........Drop me a line when you have a minute and get back to your blogging, so that I have something to read during lunch. I have also been following the Search for Love in Manhattan blog that you referenced in yours. It is
a riot, but he is at a writer's conference in California for two weeks and went a week without posting and now has a guest poster for the rest of this week. I don't think you bloggers realize how much we depend on you.

Take care,

Daddy Jeff

Ok, actually I love getting emails, just as long as it isn't spam or one of those damn chain letters. I love that Daddy Jeff checks out my site and I'm sorry Jeff for not being a better blogger. Ok, now I am really going, Bye-Bye

I had a long busy day today. I went to open a bank account. The bank was called Compass. They had an ad in Sunday's paper explaining how you never have to pay ATM fees, no matter what ATM you use (you just have to bring in the reciepts), you get free checks for the life of the account, and a free checkcard. What more could one want. The only thing that really annoyed me was how sugary sweet the woman who helped me open the account was. She also asked me a million questions about what kind of job I was looking for, the people I was staying with, what did they do, why did I move to Texas. She even asked me who they banked with. Then when I was leaving she told me to tell my friends to move their accounts to Compass. I was in shock. If I had been her I would have been embarrassed. There are just some things you don't say, there is a point when you are too pushy/nosey with someone you just met. Another thing that irritated me is that they don't have a change counter, you have to roll your own. WTF?

After that I went to the job resource center and sent out oodles of resumes, then off to meet the guy at the Melting Pot. That was a long drive wasted because all he had me do was fill out an application, he didn't even really talk to me. Next a quick bite to eat and off to another interview with that Johnny Carino's. They lost my resume, since Friday, and I had to fill out a new one. Then I had to wait forever for the interview, but that was fine, Chris Earl, that's the managers name, was pretty cute and wore no wedding ring. At the end of the interview he essentially told me I was over qualified for a server position. He wanted to talk to someone else and see what they had available. I told him I was looking for something in Catering Sales. So he is suppossed to call me today.

Then some light grocery shopping, over to the Wal-Mart (the biggest Wal-Mart I have ever seen) for some potting soil and an organizer for the wedding stuff. I also got some crappy dinner (although I didn't know when I bought it that it would suck).

When I finally got home, I check any voice messages and was please to hear someone from one of the resumes I faxed out today calling to let me know that I was not qualified for the position. The really nice part was that not only did she tell me once that I was not qualified, but a few times. It was almost as if they were taunting and laughing at me. The bastards. The message was like a minute long, where she just kept saying I wasn't qualified. Who does that. Just send a f%#king letter like everyone else. Damn. So, some relaxation, and wedding organization calmed me down. That's pretty much all the excitement. I have to run even though there is one more story to tell. I'll save it for later.

So I woke up at 7AM to Joy's alarm this morning. She spent the night at Rob's (her fiancee). So I decided rather than sleep on the air matress, why not try a real bed. I actually didn't mind the early wake up time. I got dressed right away and went for a nice long walk. Then off to the coffee shop for some quality Sunday paper time. I was pleased to discover the hottie mchotterson working. Unfortunately they didn't have any iced tea. What the hell!!!! This is Texas isn't it. I think that just about every place serves tea for crying out loud, didn't they get the memo. But, because this hottie was so scrumptious I didn't put up too much of a fuss. I tried their Chai tea, which I discovered I really don't care for. So Hottie gave me an iced coffee instead. I was satisfied. Then off to Ikea. It was like heaven on earth. I really can't explain the feeling I had as I walked up to the front doors. It's almost as if I was having a full body massage and eating chocolate at the same time. I walked through, I saw a ton of couples, gay and straight, got a few great ideas, and didn't buy a damn thing. Rob and Joy called to invite me to lunch, so I met up with them.

We had a nice meal and then I was off again to check out the Galleria area. This is the high end, exclusive shopping area in Houston. I walked and walked for miles on end checking out everything. That is what's nice about shopping alone, you don't have to cater to anyone elses wants or needs. Anyway, the place was a mad house because it's the tax free weekend in Texas. Hello, every day is tax free in Minnesota, no need to get crazy about it, plus it's only tax free on items up to $100 dollars, so the high end shopper wasn't really affected. I have just a couple of irritations I would like to share with you about my experience today.

1. People with strollers should be shot. They take up whole aisleways with no reguards to other shoppers. Children should be not seen and not heard anyway. I'm not a big fan of the little ones if you can't tell. I'm sure I'll feel differently if and when I have my own. Anyway, I don't know how many times I was bumped, corralled or generally irritated with these baby factories.

2. If you are having a sale mark your damn clothes down to a reasonable price. For the love of Chocolate. I know you are a high end retailer, but you have 50 angry women (some with strollers) parading through your store begging you to take their money. You could get rid of so many more clothing items if they were marked down to a CLEARANCE price like your big f*^king red sign says. No, I will not be paying more than $50 for a top made with as much material as my underwear and more transparent. I don't care who's name is on the label. The damn thing will probably fall apart the first time I wear it anyway, besides I saw the same damn thing on CLEARANCE at Sear's for $5.

3. If you are attractive and single for crying out loud wear a shirt that says if you are gay or straight so I don't have to wonder the whole damn time I am checking you out. Also the shirt should say your age and a few hobbies so I can tell if we might have anything in common before I waste my time daydreaming about you asking me out.

4.Men, I don't care who you are, how much money you make or where you are from, always, I mean always open a door for a woman or at least pretend that you want to. I can't tell you how pissed I get when generally courtesy rules are ignored. I don't expect you to buy me dinner, pamper me, put me up like a kept woman or even talk to me (a smile and a nod will do just fine), just hold the damn door (especially applies to elevators, when I wave and am walking quickly towards the lift you are on, don't just let the door shut, bastard).

5. I really don't have a five, but no list is imcomplete without at least five items.

So anyway, after the whole Galleria experience I went to the Melting Pot to let them know I am in town and am possibly interested in working there. They told me to come back at 11AM. So I have to get up early, send out resumes to employers I circled from the paper that I can't email to. Then head back down to the Pot and off to my afternoon interview at the other restaurant, Johnny Carino's I think it is, wait let me check. Yep, here's the link. So, that might be a tad better than the Pot, not only is it closer, I don't think I have to wear a long sleeve shirt there.

Ok, this is already longer than I wanted it to be, so I will let you go dear Reader.

I got the greatest email today from my most favorite aunt. I've cut and pasted it for your pleasure. She makes me laugh so much. Love you lots Auntie Beth.

My Dear Favorite Niece,

I read your postings with great enthusiasm and in hopes of having a great laugh or two. Today I thought I would check out one of those highlighted things IKEA because I wanted to see what all the hoopla was about on your part. I clicked the on-line catalog because I was dying to see what sort of wonders this company held in store for me and a little teeny, itsy bitsy sign came up and it read downloading, well I downloaded for a few minutes ( I have a very fast computer) and the damn thing got stuck at 1%, so I see this other place to go to and quickly forget the download, I can get in quicker, because by now my curiosity is truly piqued and I need to know what this company sells that my favorite niece is hooked on. So I click on the "other place" because I'm still at 1% and growing very impatient. The "other" place is summer items. My anticipation mounting the page appears very quickly (my computer putty in my hands) and I see the summer items. Now note this page has something like 8 items on it so I quickly rush through them to see if I can purchase anything that will go with my early attic decor. Nothing I'm afraid in olive drab, however I still look at every item. Now mind you there are 2 very similar items that are cake, food domes. Now providing we EVER have leftovers at our house these may come in handy IF I wanted to leave my food out on the counter all night, at least I could be sure that no nasty flies would come to rest on something I may consume later. As far as the cake dome, forget it, cake would never last long enough to get it under the dome here at our house. On to the next item some very attractive SQUARE plates, very nice I say but I wonder if they have any underplates, sure enough to my surprise lower on the page are nice beautiful ROUND underplates, so how do we get the square plates into the round underplates. Maybe they come with instructions!!!
Well lets keep looking a "Squash" tea towel, what the hell is that? A picture of a squash on it, NNOOOOOOOOOOO, maybe that's squash leaves on it, well whatever it is, looking at it does not remind me in any way of squash or it's leaves. Another picture of some towels and some bowls that again if I had leftovers may be of some use. The only thing left on the page are some rather attractive, neon colored drinking straws, walla, something I could buy---------------------------------------but then I remembered (how could I forget) the dentist took my partial to make some repairs and even if I could get my lips around the straw I couldn't get any suction because the teeth are MISSING on one whole frigging side of my upper jaw. Can't use them either!!! So I closed the site and decided to write you this note and let you know how much I like reading about your experiences. Good luck with the job hunt.
Love You,
"Auntie" Beth

Ain't she great.

Last night Joy and I managed to stay out until midnight. We went to see Pirates of the Caribbean. I really enjoyed it. I thought it was a lot of fun to watch. One bad thing was that we were in a theatre with no stadium seating and uncomfortable seats and the movie is over 2 hours long. It didn't seem that long though. We only realized once we walked out of the theatre. Afterward we were going to go to this blues deal-e-o, but we ended up going to a comedy show. As we waited for the show to start we decided to have a drink at a joint called something Frog. I can't remember the name, but we were lucky enough to be there on karoke night. I think what made me laugh more than the mullets, were the people dancing to karoke. I mean like 2 stepping and stuff not like the drunk, cheering on your tone deaf buddy kind of dance. So we ended up in like the shittiest seats in the joint. There was a two drink minimum so we ordered way over priced ice teas. I couldn't drink anymore because I practically finished a pitcher of the Shiner Bock on my own. There were three comedians in all and the headliner sucked. Lucky we planned on leaving early anyway. Comedian number two was not only nice looking he was also funny. I wish I could remember the funny ones name. I should warn all of you not to pay to see Jamie Lissow. He sucked so much. What pisses me off even more is that when I went to the Laff Spot's website I saw that Joy and I could have used a two for one coupon to see the show. For those of you who don't know I am the queen of coupons. I love cutting them out and usually use them. I always make sure to get the Happenings book so that I can have even more coupons at my disposal.

Anyway, I feel as if I have gone on too long. I'll let you get back to work and make sure to check back sometime soon.

Well, it's been another exciting two days in the life of Kat. It's hotter than hell in Texas and I am a step closer to gaining employment. It may be at a restaurant that I can't even think of the name of right now, but it may be a big money maker until I can get a job offering benefits.

I was super excited yesterday when Joy got home because in her mailbox was the newest copy of the IKEA catalog. I was so excited I told Patty Pumpkin Pants on the phone last night that it was better than gay porn to a homo. He agreed. I'm going to make Joy go with me tomorrow. It's only 20 miles away from where I live. I can't wait. Although I can't really buy anything right now, my mind will be churning out dream home ideas like there is no tomorrow.

This morning I took my car to Saturn for an oil change and to get a leak looked at. I was there for almost 2 1/2 hours before they were finished with my car. Thank goodness I took a book with me. I read 12 chapters before they were done with the car. It's a great book.

The boy, Joy's son Noah, is at camp tonight so we are going to paint the town red. We'll in all actuality probably be home and in bed by 11. I may be anyway, Joy has to do some work thing at midnight tonight. I'm already yawning and it's only 5:50 pm. Yikes, I think I'm getting old. That and my gray hair is starting to show. Ok, I'll blog ya later.

All I have to say is ummmm, what.....check it out.