8 posts tagged “airport”

I'm going to Maine tomorrow!!!!!*

* Fuck yeah!!

I went into work at the coffee shop last night.
First night I worked since Friday.  I had to take the Max because my car is still completely covered in snow. 
Got to work and it was a mad house.  The T had mentioned that it was crazy so I was somewhat prepared but not really.

On an average day we generally sell anywhere from $50-$150 an hour.  (Lately because it has been so slow the hours  are closer to $30-$50 an hour.)  This summer when we were in the middle of the busy summer travel season the busiest hour I saw was somewhere around $210. 
Last night, our slowest hour was $230ish.  We were staying right around $300-$350.  It was fucking insane.  And it never stopped, we stayed open an extra hour and we were hoppin' right up until close.  My manager had to go stand at the end of the line and turn people away so we could close.

As I'm trying my damnedest to get the front, cleaned up, stocked up and closed up people are still coming up asking if we're open or not even asking, just standing there waiting for someone to wait on them.  This is something that normally happens so I just tell them that we're closed and direct them to the only open place in the airport.  Most people are cool about it but every now and then we get some who can't accept the fact that we're closed. 

It's always a certain type of person who gets annoyed that we're closed.  I hate them.  Not just because they're an annoyance to me as I'm trying to get the fuck out of work but more because they have a sense of entitlement that really irritates me.  I can't even count the times I've had people (and by people I mean skinny blond bitchess) respond to me telling them that we're closed with... "Couldn't you just make me a skinny vanilla latte..."  Quiet often there is a hair twirl or batting of the eyelashes involved. 

It FUCKING DRIVES ME INSANE!!!

If I was a dude, and I was interested in the stupid bitch type, it might work, I'm guessing it has worked for them before thats why they try it with me.  I'm not a guy and if I were (or into girls) I would want to punch thier perfect little faces and then watch them freakout about not being perfect anymore.

Anyway, I need to go write my dad a letter, make a star for our really tiny Christmas Tree and possibly make some cookies with the kid and other stuff but I can't exactly remember what that other stuff is.

Merry Christmas Eve, ya'll.

one of those people who are uber scary looking in the morning.
I mean, I'm not going to win beauty contests or anything but for the most part I pretty much look normal.
Shaz... is not like that.  Shaz wears a lot of make up and does crazy shit to her hair so when she wakes up she's kind of scary looking.  Make up is smeared everywhere.  Big eye makeup circles and hair all crazy.*
Today, I looked like Shaz. 
Before I went out last night I did my make up, my theory was that if I wore a lot of dark eye make up it would help draw attention from the dark bags under my eyes.  Not sure if it worked or not but that's neither here nor there. 
I was exhausted last night, I think I was more tired than drunk actually and did not remove the make up before I went to bed. 
When I went into the bathroom this morning I actually gasped a bit.  I looked like I had been in a fight, both eyes were black with bits of purple, my hair was a fright but yet I had on the prettiest shiny HUGE earrings.

Bigassearings

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Yes.  I admit.  I did all of this just to have an excuse to show off my earrings.  They're pretty!!!!

I lost my fucking lighter!!.  I stole it from the airport.  (Someone left it on a bench or something probably cause they were going through security.)  I had a shit ton of lighters and they all seem to be slowly disappearing.  I grabbed this one and I was going to stick it with my bowl that way I can stop smoking with matches but the fucking thing is missing.
I think I might have picked it up and moved it when Little T was sleeping in here and now I just can't remember where the fuck I put it.

Okay, I'm getting distracted.

*I'm not picking on Shaz here... She knows she's "un-composed" in the morning... I'm just using her as an example.

I'm fucking exhausted.
Not sure why though. 

Had a nice leisurely morning with the Terrorist.  Stayed in bed until 10am-ish then he played the video game that I got him for his birthday and I read the book I haven't been able to keep my nose out of.  Eventually we both showered and headed out to Hillsboro so he could file for custody of Little T. 

Court is tomorrow at 9am.  Keep your fingers crossed!!

My plan tonight was to smoke a bowl and go to bed, but I forgot my stash in my car and even though my car is parked directly in front of the house... I'm too lazy to go get it.  So I guess I'm just going to go to bed.   I'm okay with that.  Nate arrives in 10ish hours and I'd like to get up early enough to clean a bit before going to pick him up.  Plus I told the T I'd be availble to be a phone witness should he need someone to be a character witness.  On the off chance that that happens I don't want to be groggy in the head while on speaker phone to a courtroom full of people.

There are empty cans of Miller High Life around the house.  Very weird.  I haven't drank that shit since Chris and I first moved to PDX and you could get half pitchers for 2.50 at the Marathon.. it feels like eons ago.  Nathan and I need to stop there and get a drink tomorrow.

Nate's on the phone.  He's at the airport now.  Very exciting. 
I'm going to go pluck my eyebrows, talk to him then go to bed.
Nite nite.

Disclaimer: With in this post you will find sordid dirty details of my sex life... and other stuff.  If you don't want to hear about it... stop reading.  NOW!  I MEAN IT!  STOP READING THIS FREAKING POST... You know you don't wanna!!!  Oh well.. you can't blame me.  I warned you!

Disclaimer PS.  I've smoked some of the pot and well... it's fucking with my sense of humor.  Sorry.

First and foremost, it needs to be said that I really really want a coke.  Like, insanely bad.  I'm eating left over Pizza Schmizza and I loaded it with salt and a coke would be just simply fucking perfect.  Oh well, I'll have to live without perfection. 

Secondly, I stayed at the Terrorists house last night; because he has to work at 9am I knew I'd be up early so I decided I was going to take that early morning alertness opportunity to drop off some resumes.  I dropped him off at the airport then headed home.  Showered, got ready, chatted with the 8000 people who currently live here and in doing so lost ALL my motivation.  However, I pressed on.  I was going to get out of the house and pass out some resumes if it killed me.  And I did.  One.  Then I got to Killingsworth and 60th and decided I was tired of it.

Jesus, I suck.

Had some sex last night.  Really really really amazing sex.  I don't want to expound to much on the details because I know The Terrorist reads this and I don't need his ego to swell to much.  Having said that, he and I have always had generally good sex.  Granted, some days are better than others and there've been a few morning escapades that have been slightly sub par but  more or less we have pretty good sex. 

Last night.

Jesus, last night.

I don't know if the planets were aligned right or the cosmos were tilting just so but holy mother of fucking christ that was some good sexing.  I don't think he enjoyed it quite as much as I did, which sucks cause I thought it was amazing.  I'm not sure what made it so good...  Well yes, I am, but I'll censor the details (aside from a bit of an unexpected start and some new stuff added in the mix.) 

Having a desperate need to smoke afterward I went to the living room, I was sitting on the couch smoking and my legs were shaking, so were my hands, I could barely hold my phone because I was shaking so much.  It was gnarly. 

I hope the planets align right or the cosmos tilt just so again (sometime soon)!! 

Now I gotta go shower and dance around naked.  (It's my day off!) 

Let me just say that smoking a bowl with a box of matches isn't as appealing as one might think.

I really need to do something about my laziness.  I'm too lazy to get up and go get a lighter so I'm using matches. 

Chris just got home.  He's been staying at the Ogres a lot lately.  Haven't seen him in a few days actually which normally isn't that big of a deal because I'm at the T's house and we just miss each other in passing, but I've been home the past day or two.  Anyway... according to his myspace profile he's "In a Relationship"  which means things with the Ogre are getting serious.  Good for him!  I have my reservations about it but I'll keep my mouth shut. I wanted to remain sober so I could talk to him about whats going on without being baked because my brain can't function enough to have serious conversations while on the pot.  He got here.  We had our conversation, it didn't exactly go the way I wanted it too but I guess that's okay.  He's looking for a place with the Ogre.  (Can I call it? or can I call it?!)  Anyway, hopefully they'll find a place soon.  I can't handle 4 people living in a 2 bedroom.  I hate overly crowded apartments.  This is why I haven't lived* with more than one person since I was 21.  Shaz is staying here for the month.  If she makes it that long.  I think Lesley might kick her out before then.  She's pay rent, which is cool.  But it worries me because she's not the most respectful girl in the world.  I worry that shit with go missing or things will get broken with her around. 

The point that I was getting to is that the conversation has been had and now I get to smoke.  Got to smoke.  Have smoked.   Whatever. 

Matches suck.

The Terrorist starts working at the airport tomorrow.  That's weird.  The Terrorist is working at the airport. I thought the goal was to keep Terrorist's out of the airports.  What's even better?  He's going to be working in the secured section.  It's awesome how easily he got the job.  A friend of his works at the same place and put in a good word and boom! he was in.  He also got a schedule which fit exactly what he needed.  Granted, I kind of think it sucks because it involves him getting out of work an hour before I go into work, which means I probably wont see him again... ever.  I can't say I like that but it works wonderfully for what he needs and me whining wouldn't fix anything so what's the point?  Oh well, I'm sure it'll work out.

I think I need to go to bed.  It's 3am and I need to get up early tomorrow to clean.  And deposit my check.  And pay rent.  And possibly go get my mail.  Maybe pho.  Definitely need to clean. 

Oh my goodness.  I have a huge thing on the back of my head.  It's gross.  Lesley had one on her head.  My coworkers seem to think it's a bug bite.  It can't be though, it's huge!!

Now I'm really going to bed.

* By "lived" I mean payed rent at a place.

I now know that I really, truly do hate airports.  (Unless I'm flying)
I now know that I really truly hate coffee from Coffee People.
I now (and always did) know that mornings are the devil.

My goal was to get up at 2am.  I didn't quite make it.  My alarm went off, I got up, shut the alarm off then did that fall- back-into-bed-for-a-second-or-two-but-actually-turns-into-A-LOT-longer thing.  Luckily Chris texted me at 2.30a. I jumped up, came out, pushed him off the computer for a few minutes... grumbled a bit, was probably pretty bitchy to him then went to jump in the shower.

I don't know how I did it but I woke up 30mins later than I planned.  Had time to blow dry my hair AND do my make up... and I still got there a little bit early.  Nuts.

I'm gonna go take a nap.   

I got up at the ass crack of dawn (sort of) and went to the food stamp office. 

What I found out was that I get to get up at the actual ass crack of dawn on Monday to go to my 7.30a appointment. She also informed me that I'm going to be there for a while but not to worry I should be out by 11a. 

Yay.

Since I've been home I haven't really done shit.  Had a long discussion with Lesley regarding divorce and trust and relationship type shit.  Which was interrupted by the DHL guy bring Lesley some really expensive (super duper yummy) chocolates that her mum sent.  We gorged a bit then took a nap. 

That's about it.

Chris and I played some hack in the living room which was cool.  I haven't hacked in forever.  Since right after I got off the ship, when I was in Portland.  I played with Chris and Tob.  That was almost a year ago.  Shit.  That explains why I suck.  (At least that's the excuse I'm going with.)

Oh yeah, I called Coffee People and found out I got the job.  YAY!  Go me!  But she's not sure when I'm going to start.  I'm guessing sometime next week.  I can't believe I'm working at a coffee shop.  Not that I'm bitching, because well, yes I am but only a little bit.  I would have worked anywhere at this point.  The coffee shop thing isn't that bad really, I've always wanted to be a barista (kinda) but in a local neighborhood joint.  Not at the airport.  Granted it is possible to get regulars at the airport (which amazed me when it started to happen at Capers) but it's still not the same.  Oh well, I'm going to go to my job, smile at all the irratated travelers and as soon as something better (or more money) comes along I'm going to peace the fuck out of there. 

Chris is done cleaning the kitchen. (Thanks Chris!)  I should give him his computer back.