Hey kids, I have been on hiatus, but now am back and of course, not without stories, never to disappoint...
Where should I start? How about the shitty luck I was having for a bit--check this out. In the past month, I lost my cycling glasses (funny enough pictured here), got a flat, broke the bolt in my bike seat, got a flat, lost the bolt on my wheel to hold it to the frickin' bike frame, and the worst of all, got too drunk to ride my bike home the other night, got in a cab and left my cleats (for my bike) in the cab!! I was totally bummed out about that for like two days. But I got a new pair today which I am excited about. But the guy that sold me the cleats was a fast talking salesman who got on my nerves and kept talking for the entire time I was in the store, talking about himself.
I swore up and down that I wold never return to that bike store again....again. It is my local bike store and they specialize in racing bikes and have a good selection of high-end products, but the guys that work there are assholes!! I say that because I too work in the service industry (albeit not retail, but service) and it is a crime to look at a customer as you walk past them and not acknowledge them, say "Hi!!" and that you will be with them in a second. They act like you are a pee-on who should be grateful that they were kind enough to let you in the door to help you out when they feel like it. And when they get to you, they ask you questions to gauge how much money you are there to spend, no matter what your need. And then I also realised that when they knew what it was that I needed, they STILL didn't listen to what I was saying!! I was almost completely pissed off, but the guy I spoke to yesterday was cute so I let it go, and came back today to buy the shoes (cute guy wasn't on duty god damn it)....
I also realised the other day that I need to get a memory card for my phone. Oh yeah. I run three email addresses, Facebook, Google Maps and Yahoo through the phone and I try to erase the messages I know I don't need on the phone. But apparently when too much is going on, the phone erases the contacts from the Blackberry messenger and the call log is no more. For a while I couldn't see who called me and what calls I missed, and if I didn't immediately commit a phone number that called me, I could not figure out who was calling me. But then as I was once again going through my phone to clean it up, I realised something. I am one of those people that when I drink, I talk to people and somehow become a serial number collector. As I was going through the address book, I realised that about forty five percent of the numbers in there are people that I chatted up when totally bombed, and have absolutely no idea who they are now. And I barely call anyone I do actually know ( I am a serial texter) so why hold on to these useless numbers? Needless to say, the phone is doing muuuuch better now...
Ahh, good times....
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