Adventure!, Blah, Grr, Me

Bad Day

I woke up okay today, and when I started driving out and going to my first appointment with a new doctor and saw the dreadful traffic on Hwy 183, I knew it was going to be the start of a bad day.

I was fortunate enough to avoid the traffic, but my time was a-wasting. So, I tried to speed up a little bit, and when I got to Walnut Hill Rd. that’s when it happened. Speed trap! I got pulled over and was given a citation for speeding over the speed limit. *groan* This is my first ticket in 5 years, and it was not fun. My face was pink all the way from where I got pulled over to where the doctor was. Talking to Lucien on the way made me feel better, though.

So I got to the doctor’s office about 7 minutes after my appointment. Actually, I was supposed to be there 15 minutes before my appointment since I’m a new patient and I have to fill out some forms. I signed in on a sheet that had labels where all they have to do is take out the one I signed my name on and stick it in my chart, sat down, and waited for them to call me when I needed to fill out forms, but no one called for me.

I sat there for 20 minutes before I went up to the counter myself and asked if I was supposed to fill out something. And the receptionist asked, “Are you a new patient?” Argh! She didn’t even take out the label from the sign-in sheet yet! What kind of service is this? Eventually, I got the forms filled out and waited for 30 more minutes before the doctor saw me. Grr, this is the last time I am late for an appointment!

So, I saw the doctor, and he mentioned that I have high blood pressure that he’s putting me on medication for 3 months. *sigh* Good thing I’ve already started on my diet, and he said that was a good thing I was trying to do that, because just losing some weight plus some exercise will help my high blood pressure go down.

All in all, it was a bad day for me. And it wasn’t even lunch time yet. :(

Grr, Me, Ponderisms

My Yearbook Frustrations

A comment I made on ravager‘s blog that I thought I’d use as an entry (sorry I’m lazy, hehe):

I have always had a desire for yearbooks from my former schools. I never got one for a few reasons:

– they don’t have enough funds to make yearbooks
– they probably don’t even know there’s such a thing as yearbooks
– maybe it’s because I was in a different school than my other siblings (they all went to one school and I was in another, grr)
– when I heard that my HS was giving yearbooks away on my senior year, I signed up for it, only to be disappointed that the project didn’t push through and no yearbook for me. :( (I later learned that it did push through, but I was already overseas and 5 years too late to get it)

So, getting a yearbook puts me in a frustrated mood. Ah well. Maybe I’ll make my own yearbook. That’s an idea. :)

Grr, Sites, Work Drama

Rants of the Day

This is in accordance to what I had to do at work and at the-geek:

1. If I’m telling you something that’s important, LISTEN. If you don’t remember what I tell you, WRITE IT DOWN.

2. Vagueness is not tolerated. Be more specific.

3. Read the rules. Learn it. Understand it. How hard is that to do?

4. If you know what you’re doing and I’m around, don’t keep asking questions what you need to do next. I can’t hold your hand everytime.

Okay, I feel better.

Family, Grr, Me


First and foremost, happy Thanksgiving to those that celebrate it.

This year it’s a little different. I won’t go into details, but my mom is not joining us for Thanksgiving. We had some sort of ‘quarrel’ or whatever, but yeah, she’s not coming. I’m hurt about this, but I must go on. I actually lashed out about it, but Lucien stopped me before I went crazy and burst into tears.

I just hope that everything else will go smoothly as planned.

Grr, Me, Ponderisms, Trips


I know I haven’t posted as much lately. Nothing much has been going on as much, so there’s nothing really to say.

But now, I am leaving for Los Angeles for about 6 days next week, during the 4th of July weekend. I’ll be attending my home church’s (St. John UMC) reunion. It’ll be fun.

Interesting also to realize while I was growing up that I haven’t been to church together with my parents. It was always either my grandparents, aunts, uncles, or my sisters. Never my parents. This will be the first time they will be together with me under SJUMC, so to speak. Yep, interesting. I wonder how this will turn out.

In other rant news, I was trying to be nice and all on one certain forum, but I should have known. I was previously reading up on some of the other posts, and people seem to diss the others. And, I, obviously have been a diss victim. Just for the fact that I admired the forum layout, people were on the offensive. Huh? It’s too messed up that I don’t even want to bother to elaborate. *sigh*

Okay, I’m out.

Are You Serious?!, Grr, Work Drama

Funny Thing About Restrooms

Reading a bit of jakerad‘s post made me think about our own restroom at work.

We have two separate restrooms in our floor. One for men, and one for women. It’s a single stall so you can lock yourself in there for privacy, and no one will bother you.

Lately, I have the stinking suspicion (and I meant the pun) that men use the women’s restroom. Why? Because no woman I know would splash urine on the front of the seat, smear it all over the commode, and let it dry. No woman I know would leave used toilet paper on the floor, or leave a dirty paper towel next to the sink.

It’s starting to look a lot like the men’s restroom now, which I can tell from the smell that emanates from the men’s restroom door. A few co-workers of mine have told me that it’s a mess in there. And there’s probably only 3 women that I know who work on our floor, so it’s really doubtful that we could make such a mess in there.

I don’t really mind that men use the women’s restroom if they really have to go and someone else is in the men’s restroom, but at least have the decency to clean up after yourself! That’s what really ticks me off.

One of these days, I’m going to request our supervisor to lock the women’s restroom and give only the women a key to the door. *sigh*