Thursday, April 29, 2010

To salespeople everywhere...BACK UP OFF!

Has anyone else besides me ever been bombarded by sales people even though it is more than obvious that you are in the middle of something VERY important...like, oh idk...STUDYING!

Well if not, let me inform you of the joy you are missing.

Today while i was studying at my all time favorite spot, Starbucks, i was confronted by an old woman in spandex, head to toe with stripper blue eye shadow.

First of all, that image alone scared the everliving out of me. Secondly, why the heck was i being harassed by this strange old woman..usually it's creepy men/guys.

Then she leans over just far enough for her nasty old woman saggy cleavage to be exposed, which made me nearly lose my coffee and then...she uttered the oh so common words of a saleswoman, "excuse me dear [as she sits down beside me] but you have gorgeous skin. What kind of makeup do you use?"

Now let us all keep in mind...these past 2 weeks i've done good to walk out my door w/ something besides my pjs on. Makeup is not my priority. And on this day, i had jakes shorts on, flip flops, a peach colored tshirt that i found on the floor in the clean pile of laundry that i have yet to put away, my hair pulled back in a bun, bangs pinned back, and absolutely NO MAKEUP ON!!! So i politely replied to this freakish old woman, "ma'am, i'm sorry i dont wear a lot of make up. In fact, i'm not wearing any now."

She gasped with over-exaggerated excitement and proceeded in her saleswoman ways, "Honey i couldnt even tell! Well you must use some sort of face wash?" I informed her i am not that into my face's appearance and looked back down at my book, trying to give this woman a hint...GO AWAY! But saleswomen are idiotic and just dont get the subtle hints and so she probed into what regiment to which i informed her...shampoo running down my face was the only thing besides water i use...and then it started...she looks at me and smiled and goes "Well, have you ever considered Mary Kay Make up and skin care products?"

I smiled and said no and i wasnt about to start paying for any overpriced makeup or special soaps that simply dry out my skin. If that wasnt a blunt enough way of telling her i was not receptive to her idk what else i could've done. but she continued and i began to get more and more frustrated.
"Well, I'm having a little get together and would love for you to come to play with all the colors and palates we have. I can give you directions, we can do make overs..." Her ramblings seemed to go on forever and finally i exploded...this is awful...but here is what went down. Mid sentence i stopped her and said,

"Ma'am...i have no clue who you are. I have no desire to know you further. But, can you not see i was in the middle of studying? Have you no idea that this if FINALS week for college students? I said no to all your offers 10 minutes ago and you should've taken my no to mean just that. I was not playing hard to get. On top of that, I am a nursing student, that makes me germaphobic, so what in the world makes you believe that I would ever consider putting make up on my face after its been shared w/ tons of random strangers? Bacteria already loves to live in make up...why would i put other peoples bacteria which grows naturally on my face? You and your make up selling, harassing friends are a sick individuals in my opinion and i would greatly appreciate it if you would please allow me to continue studying for something that will impact my future, and not just my appearance."

She looked at me w/ shock and an open mouth. and perhaps it was a little over the top..but give me some slack...how many warnings did i give this woman? Well, she simply got up, sad thank you for my time and left...and as she left one of my friends who happens to work at Starbucks came up to me and patted me on the back and said "Way to tell her Syd, now maybe she'll leave me alone."

So there's a hint sales people...when we say no...it's not b/c we're indecisive young women who dont know what they want. We say no b/c damn it we dont want you to bug us anymore!

So read the title salesmen and women everywhere and do us all a favor and BACK UP OFF!!!

Friday, April 23, 2010

Dear Weatherman...you ruin lives

I dont know if anyone else EVER pays attention to their local weather man, but for the past few days i have been bombarded by the weather. It's everywhere! They interrupt my regularly scheduled programming to show me a weather radar map that supposedly shows "the storm of the century" and what is on that radar???? Green...am i just stupid or isnt green rain?

Our local weather man is so absolutely moronic that I simply to tune in to laugh at his predictions, which are about as accurate as the horoscopes in People magazine. He is known as guessing Gary by everyone and he's not even got a degree in meteorology! How can you possibly get a position as a weatherman and not have a degree in decifering the weather pattern? All i can say is that for the past 2 days, keep in mind this storm wasnt supposed to hit until tomorrow, the town has been in a panic canceling programs, the grocery stores are packed w/ people buying eggs, bread, and water like it's the new millennium or something. I suppose it's b/c we've been hit by so many tornadoes that people get spooked when the word storm comes but i think it's a little foolish...who am i to judge.

But i will give these people credit...whenever a natural disaster arises...they're the people that will be prepared. I told one of the girls who was freaking out today during clinicals i was going to be smart about all this and when the sirens go off i'm driving to Walmart that way if it hits, i'm where the food is and i can eat it all for free. That's what people really ought to do...exploit Walmart for all it's got...or even Sam's club...they have industrial size boxes of goodies...which will probably last me longer to be honest.

But back to the matter at hand. Why does Guessing Gary ruin lives? Yesterday he called for clear skies, no rain, so I went for a walk. Halfway through my 5 mile walk through the countryside where there is no shelter from the rain, w/o an umbrella and no where near my car what happens? it rains. And i flash whoever happens to drive by b/c i'm wearing a white tshirt of Jakes w/ a hot pink sportsbra underneath it. Thanks for makin me look like a tramp there Gary. And today, i had plans to go out tonight to celebrate no more clinicals! And of course...the girls canceled on me b/c they were afraid Armageddon was happening tonight.
So thank you Gary, for ruining my night. You tend to do this often and I am getting tired of all this hullabaloo you feel the need to cause in order to make yourself look important. You arent God, you dont have a degree in meteorology, therefor you are incompetent when it comes to reading a simple weather radar. My 4 year old ADD nephew who has the attention span of a gnat could do a better job of telling me what my day is going to be like. So do us all a favor and relinquish your title to a more capable weatherperson. Thank you and goodnight. Jerk

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Blogging vs. chocolate

A friend said i should try this to get to sleep so in order to help myself sleep...here i sit, not sleeping, but typing. Hopefully, I will be able to type away all my fears, worries, etc. Here it goes.

I have tried every other means of stress relief, running until i can't bend my knees, mass quantities of chocolate, crying, punching pillows, today I even grabbed my passport in an enraged and highly elevated mood determined to get a hold of a bazooka somehow and travel to Afghanistan on a rescue mission to rescue marines. B/c I'm sure that would've worked out well.

Luckily, class called me back to sanity and instead of driving towards an airport, I drove towards school. The ultimate taker upper of my life.

It's been nearly 2 months since my husband left, and with each passing day I become more and more numb. Is it possible to stop caring about everything else except what is most important in my life? Jacob. Everyday I wake up, kiss the piece of cardboard that apparently constitutes as a postcard over there in Afghanamanistan, as he calls it, and say "goodmorning love. Be safe. Miss you". A single tear falls from my eye w/o fail everyday and it's come to the point I dont realize I cry anymore. I feel bad b/c if Jacob saw me like this, he'd tell me not to cry. And I tell myself not to daily. What good does it do besides cause a reddened face, raccoon eyes, and dehydration? None of these sound at all pleasant, so why do it? However i simply cant stop. It comes as easily as breathing these days. Also...the extreme urge to beat the crap out of couples that indulge in PDA has become embedded in my daily roller coaster of emotions.
How can I become so emotionally haywire? I am the spitfire! The social butterfly as many of my friends call me, I was pleasant and perky! Not a people hating, social recluse that's only social life is school and on Facebook. However, I have to say that w/o Facebook I never would have met the girls with whom I have bonded so strongly, a few I dare to call soul mates, my fellow Marine wives. We keep each other sane when the last straw if finally placed on our backs.

And I must say, it's true that God picked out the strongest women and put them w/ marines. I havent met one yet that I dont look at and say "Wow you're strong." Idk how we put up w/ what we do.

For instance, right now I'm juggling, graduating RN school, passing the licensure exam, moving to NC...14 hours away from my home where I know no one, getting a job, making a living and preparing a life for Jake and I when he comes home. Not to mention, learning to deal with the inevitable PTSD that he will suffer from. As a nurse, almost, I've studied how to help clients that I'm not emotionally attached to learn to deal with this horrible disorder, but how do I deal w/ watching my husbands trigger finger twitch in his sleep? or watch his eyes glass over when he hears an alarm go off and remember the sound of a bomb, what will 4th of July be like? What will loud Harley's rumbling remind him of? And how am I going to keep the tears that ebb a constant flow from my eyes away and keep him from seeing how terrified I am for him?

Chocolate doesnt alleviate this constant worry, nor does blogging, singing in the shower is a comfort, and Prayer has become my number one means of communication. And that helps. I know deep down that God is watching over my husband and has a future planned for us. I just have to juggle these stressors a few more months alone and soon, and hopefully very soon, i will have Jacob by my side and we'll tackle the world together.

Goodnight all! Last day of clinicals in the AM!!! WOOT! one step closer to one less hurdle to jump over :)
God bless you all!
Sydnie