ERMAHGERD I finally posted!

It's been a disgustingly long amount of time since my last post, SORRY!

So here is what you missed. I love my clients, I have 3 bosses that have equal amounts of control over me, so thats not been an issue at all, and I bought this Gel manicure kit, and now I've become an unpaid spokeswoman for it. Also my husband bribed me into playing Diablo III. Oh, and we went to Las Vegas!

Clients: love them! I can't go into much detail, you know with privacy issues etc, but I have roughly 4-5 clients that I get to play with each week. I pulled both thigh muscles playing capture the flag with one of them. I found that I'm intensely competitive, and love to play dodgeball. I also learned that I have lots in common with immature teenage boys, like poop jokes. Here's a good one:

Knock Knock

Who's there?

I eat mop!

I eat mop who?

Gross, you eat your own pooh!?

Stolen from LOLDogs, fyi.

Something I don't have in common with teenage boys is the fact that I'm all girly about my nails now. And trust me, you would be too if you had this rockin' manicure that didn't chip for 2 weeks, and your nails were all shiny and pretty. I highly suggest buying SensatioNail from Walmart or CVS, its pricey to start, but if you add up how much you spend on manicures you actually save a ton of money even if you only do your nails 3 times with this kit!

 Diablo: For those of you that knew Doug and I during high school, you know we broke up because he played to much Diablo II. So when he started obsessing about the release of Diablo III I started researching divorce lawyers (kidding!). But I knew realistically that I was going to lose my husband to this game. I just couldn't compete. Doug got me to try Diablo Dos when we were dating but I was only interested in picking up gold, and stuff, I didn't care about the story. This time around Doug did his best to tell me about all the cool stuff I could pick up in this new game, but I still wasn't taking the bait. Then he devised this ingenious plan to bribe me to play with massages. Amen to that! So I started playing, and now I'm less tense and well rested, and I play Diablo III, like a hardcore nerd. To be honest I don't give a poop about the story still. Playing it kind of reminds me of a dark sinister version of The Sims, except it includes lots of killing, and stealing things off dead people.

And finally we went to Las Vegas over Memorial Day weekend, and it was a blast! I started playing bingo like an 80 year woman, and in Vegas I won 3 times! I covered all of our gambling expenses, so really we just paid for gas, and food while we were there. We had such a great time, we can't wait to go back.

Hopefully I will be blogging more regularly, talk to you all soon!

Pintrest anyone?

I just joined Pintrest, and I'm confused. But that's not the real reason for my post. I'm posting because I just got a new job!

I applied at this non-profit place working with children. After my second interview they told me a little about the job, they asked if I could start in a week.

Normally I would say, "No, I need to give my job at least a 2 weeks notice", but I really don't enjoy anything I am currently doing. I thought my current job was going to be my dream job, but it turned out to be nothing more than a banker/loan officer type of job. Except people are way more angry. The only job I left in less than 2 weeks was my temp job in Tallahassee, but hey, I was temp, it wasn't a real job.

Tallahassee Capital Building

So I gave my boss my one week notice. I'm out of there! And I couldn't be happier. At this new job I will be working with children ages 6-12 that have emotional or mental issues. Which I am ready for.

I used to babysit this young boy (2 years old) who had Down Syndrome, Autism and Diabetes. I taught him how to communicate through a little bit of sign language. Prior to me he didn't ask for anything, and didn't apologize for anything, he really didn't know how to interact with anyone. I also talk him how to walk, and to be honest, it was the most rewarding thing I've done, ever. Well except for slap Zach in the face, that was really rewarding, but on a different level.

Zach's identical twin (not really) Don Cheadle

I wanted to go into social work to help children, but the system that I'm currently working in is really geared towards adults, although people like to say we are doing this for the kids all the time.

The only thing that I'm sort of worried about is that the coworker that said, pregnant ladies should smoke, applied to the same job right after I told her I got the job....bummer. I really don't want her to follow me around.

I'm really excited to move onto this new chapter in my life! Finally I will be able to make a difference.

In conclusion, can anyone explain Pintrest to me!?!?! I feel like an old lady...again.

Some people have really low standards

The end of last year I was hit on by a client. Let me remind you that my clients are people who are applying for supplemental income assistance. The type of person who comes in to the office is usually down and out. They are embarrassed or sad that they even have to ask for help. That probably describes about 90% of the people I see.

The other 10% of the clients are people who think I am their servant, are trying to withhold the truth from me, or want something for nothing, ugh, so annoying.

The client that came in and hit on me fell into neither of these categories. He was confident, and bold. It started like any other exchange, and the very last thing he said to me was kind of nice, but sort of rude, because he was putting down all of the women that work in the office at the same time as complimenting me. I was shocked that anyone would just blatantly say the things he said. But it was like 5 seconds of weirdness, and I moved on. During my training the instructor said we'd get hit on, but I thought he was liar, or that it didn't apply to me. One of the new workers got hit on while waiting for her interview though.

Then he came in again on Thursday. I see probably around 75-100 people a day, so names don't stick, but faces I remember. I called the guy to my window (it's sort up set up like the DMV), and he gave me his application and supporting documents. Again he complimented me with the same compliment that he gave me last time. I didn't say thank you though, I just said, "I knew you looked familiar" all accusatory like. He laughed and kept on talking about how my husband was so lucky, blah, blah, blah. So instead of 5 seconds of awkwardness, it was like 10 straight minutes of compliments. A-W-K-W-A-R-D

Then Friday he came in again. And again, I had forgotten his name, so he came to the window claiming he forgot to turn something in, and then said he wanted to see what I was wearing today, and then he winked at me and said in the most creepy way possible, "See you tomorrow".

I'm pretty sure I will forever hate being winked at. I used to think it was sweet. It reminded me of the suave men of the 1950's. And Mormon boys used to wink at me all the time. It was one of the reasons I love Mormons. But now....things are different.

I think I'm going to buy a taser gun.

When I worked at FSU, some girl called in and said that she was picking FSU as her choice of college because all of the guys sounded hot on the phone.  I thought it was hilarious and weird, because I could have hired troll looking people to answer the phones that just have pleasant phone voices. I could have but I didn't. I only hired hotties. I'm kidding, I only hired smart qualified people.

Have you ever been hit on in the workplace?

My lastest MRI Experience: timing, clothing, and music!

I had my second MRI today to check on my pituitary gland tumor. I was really anxious and nervous going in. I made sure I got there with plenty of time to spare. They told me my appointment was for 1:50pm, so I got there at 1:35pm (I hate being late, and I hate when others are late (just ask Zach aka DAE, I would say Mary, or Marlesa, but I'm pretty sure they both had stellar attendance)).

So anyway, I got there, and they looked at me like I had two heads, they were all, "Your appointment isn't until 2:20", and they proceeded to show me paperwork I never have seen before all with the time 2:20 on it. So I felt like a completely insane person, until the lady said, we tell our patients to come in at 1:50, but thats only so they have time to do their paperwork.

What has this world come to that we expect people to be late and lie about their appointment times, just so they have time to do paperwork? Punctuality is a virtue. My dad is a very punctual person so thats probably why I innately punctual , and when I was in choir the director always used to say, the fact that you are late, means that you do not value your time here, and where ever you just were was more important than showing up on time (I'm paraphrasing Dana, I don't remember what you actually used to say).  But I took that heart.

After that embarrassing debacle they called me back, and as an added bonus, they let me keep my clothes on for the MRI! Anytime you don't have to disrobe, and wear those awkward gowns is a huge plus.

This time around I knew what the equipment was going to look like, so I sort of knew what to expect, but they lead me to this GIGANTIC room, like, picture the biggest room you have ever seen, and then double it. In the very center was an ultra mod, sage green and gray MRI machine, it was so sleek!

Then they asked, "What kind of music do you like?" I was literally confused by the question, it felt so out of place. But they gave me headphones and played whatever Pandora station I wanted. I said, "I don't know...Pop?" (biggest mistake ever)

I put the largest over - the - ear - awkwardly - heavy and uber uncomfortable headphones on and laid down. After the second song which was Adele, I was sick of this Pandora station. It was like being in a loud dance club (MRI machine), but then having different music (horrible Pop music) competing with the beat of the MRI.

The last song they played was Maroon 5: Moves like Jagger, which is the song that makes me want to murder Maroon 5. Ok, not murder, but punch in the face, for sure! That was the last straw for me.

They pulled me out so they could inject me with dye, and I pleaded for them to PLEASE change the station, they laughed, and for the last 30 minutes I listened to Elton John, The Beatles, and Billy Joel...so much better.

 Overall, this was a much better experience than the MRI I got in Tallahassee, the staff was nicer in Tallahassee, but the fact that I didn't have to wear a gown, and I got to listen to music made this the most pleasant MRI experience to date.

I'll know more about the results in about a month. I'll keep you all updated!