Well, this weekend turned out not so great. Nothing like I expected. Here was my plan. On Friday night, I was so excited about trying out a new hairstyle. I was going to do a twist out since I'm trying to not to get a perm and hopefully transitioning. So to better blend the two textures of relaxed and natural hair, I wanted to do a twist out. So I washed and conditioned my hair with Garnier Length and Strength (not a huge fan of that apple smell but I bought kind of big bottles of the stuff on sale) and dried my hair. Then I wet my hair with my homemade leave in conditioner ( Neutrogena Triple Moisture Conditioner and water in a spray bottle) and started twisting sections of my hair. When I realized they kept coming unraveled, I used my Elasta QP Glaze to "set" them. Then I wrapped my hair up and went to sleep,hoping for great results in the morning.
Now I realize that my hair is thin and fairly short so I hoped this would boost the volume. Wrong. When I unwrapped my hair in the morning and started to untwist the sections it was even shorter and all over the place. Not even styleable. It looked crazy, and not that I mind crazy; it was just that I was going for a kind of free-spirit, loose curl, pretty kind of crazy. If that even makes sense. I tried putting a headband on it but still...no bueno. So I used the dreaded flat iron to try and make it look halfway decent. I could probably rant on and on about my hair, but eh, lets move on to more disasters this weekend.
On Saturday me and boyfriend were headed to our hometown so I could visit my parents for Fathers Day, he could give his dad a present as well and he also visited his sister. Everything went okay all day. My dad loved his gift! I caught the semi-annual sale at Victoria's Secret and the bf got to go to one of his all time favorite stores, Best Buy. Until on the way home, at about 10 at night, a coyote ran across the highway right in front of his car. It happened so fast, he didn't even have time to to stop, much less react. A coyote. Only in Texas, I swear. Anyway, long story short. Called the insurance company, a nice policeman showed up while we waited on a tow truck (more money out of the pocket), and we finally got home. The fan is hanging out of his car which caused it to get hot really fast when we tried to get back on the road, hence the tow truck. I'm praying that his car can get fixed fast because he doesn't need this plus all the other expenses in his life right about now.
I never want to stand on the side of the freeway at 11 pm in the middle of nowhere again.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Stupid, arrogant people
I was at work today, doing my job and I answered the phone (because you never expect for a buffoon to be on the other end).The conversation that ensued ticked me off. Went a little something like this:
me: College of Business Advising, This is Lachelle, How can I help you?
him: Yeah, can I be transferred to Mary's(not her real name) voicemail
me: And may I ask who's calling?
him: William (lets use a fake last name for him...say Bozo)
me: And this is in regards to?
him: Well I want to get into a full management class...rambles on, blah blah blah...
me: Well, um, Mary wont be able to get you into a full mgmt class...
him: (frantically shouted like the true idiot he is) LOOK! CAN YOU JUST TRANSFER ME TO MARY'S VOICEMAIL!!!
That's when I hit the transfer button with a quickness because God only knows what I would have said to that man. He wouldn't accept what I had to say because I was just a simple receptionist right? Well my boss said the same thing to him, that she wouldn't be able to put him into the class and he would have to check with their department. The thing that irritates me is that, that's what I said! Ugh. People seem not to believe or respect what I say until I bring out someone who has a title. Now its the truth because it didn't come out of my mouth.
So here's what I wish for you William:
me: College of Business Advising, This is Lachelle, How can I help you?
him: Yeah, can I be transferred to Mary's(not her real name) voicemail
me: And may I ask who's calling?
him: William (lets use a fake last name for him...say Bozo)
me: And this is in regards to?
him: Well I want to get into a full management class...rambles on, blah blah blah...
me: Well, um, Mary wont be able to get you into a full mgmt class...
him: (frantically shouted like the true idiot he is) LOOK! CAN YOU JUST TRANSFER ME TO MARY'S VOICEMAIL!!!
That's when I hit the transfer button with a quickness because God only knows what I would have said to that man. He wouldn't accept what I had to say because I was just a simple receptionist right? Well my boss said the same thing to him, that she wouldn't be able to put him into the class and he would have to check with their department. The thing that irritates me is that, that's what I said! Ugh. People seem not to believe or respect what I say until I bring out someone who has a title. Now its the truth because it didn't come out of my mouth.
So here's what I wish for you William:
- I hope you don't get into that full MGMT class
- I hope its the only class you need to finish your degree and you keep trying every semester to get into it and you never do.
- If you finish your degree, and some unfortunate employer happens to hire you, you pompous jerk , I hope you get fired. Off of some really tragic situation that blackballs you out of whatever industry you happen to disgrace.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
math, the bane of my existence
I hate math. Always have, since elementary school. It always took the most effort and was the longest to work on. I could do everything else easily but I would run from math. Imagine my horror when I got to college and realized I would have to take some kind of college level math course to get out of the place with a degree. Fine, I would pick a major that requires little to no math at all. Social Work. I thought I was free at last. But apparently social work wants to become a more evidence-based, empirical profession with research and numbers. Fine, I can handle one math class. Besides its required in the university core anyway.
Fast forward to summer 09. I'm a year (2 semesters) away from getting my degree and there is nowhere to run from math. It's now or never. It was pure hell getting into this elementary statistics class at a local community college ( I tried 3 different ones!) and I had to deal with placement tests, rude, incompetent, forgetful staff and transcripts at the registrars office. BUT, I finally got in an online class with the help of GOD, because God only knows what I would have done/said to those people had I had to drive an hour to make them put me in that class.
So I'm doing my first, hopefully last college level math course of my life. Last night, I had a nightmare that I failed with a D, just shy of the C grade I need for it to count towards my degree. I woke up with a sense of dread but decided that was not going to happen to me. So tonight after almost 2 hours of studying for the midterm, I feel I have a much better grip on the material. I'm actually sitting at an A average so far with all the homework and assignments I've done. I plan on keeping it that way. My boyfriend gave me some good encouragement earlier, he said "If you can conquer math, you can conquer anything."
I believe him.
Fast forward to summer 09. I'm a year (2 semesters) away from getting my degree and there is nowhere to run from math. It's now or never. It was pure hell getting into this elementary statistics class at a local community college ( I tried 3 different ones!) and I had to deal with placement tests, rude, incompetent, forgetful staff and transcripts at the registrars office. BUT, I finally got in an online class with the help of GOD, because God only knows what I would have done/said to those people had I had to drive an hour to make them put me in that class.
So I'm doing my first, hopefully last college level math course of my life. Last night, I had a nightmare that I failed with a D, just shy of the C grade I need for it to count towards my degree. I woke up with a sense of dread but decided that was not going to happen to me. So tonight after almost 2 hours of studying for the midterm, I feel I have a much better grip on the material. I'm actually sitting at an A average so far with all the homework and assignments I've done. I plan on keeping it that way. My boyfriend gave me some good encouragement earlier, he said "If you can conquer math, you can conquer anything."
I believe him.
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