Waiting

Don't you hate it when you're waiting for a phone call from your doctor? I do. Today, I called and told the secretary about how the medicine the doctor prescribed me are making me feel worse and if I should continue taking them or should I be taking them differently.

"She won't be in till 2 today, I'll give her the message and have her call you."

"Ok, take down my work and cell just in case I don't pick up at my desk."

I gave her the numbers. 3:47pm still no call. My receptionist went home on half a personal day to take her daughters trick or treating. My temp called in sick and well besides me feeling like I got hit by a Mack truck I had no choice but to cover the front desk.

So here I am sitting at the front desk holding in my urine for hours, maybe it was an hour or two, and I had to wait for freaking UPS and FEDEX to come pick up their packages. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore I walked to the bathroom in pain holding on to my cell phone hoping my damn doctor would call. Before I went to the bathroom I called the Dr's office and left a message to call on my cell. Can you believe it I had to bring my damn cell phone to the bathroom so I wouldn't miss the doctor's call. It's 4:26pm, I'm out of work at 5 and STILL no call. Unbelievable. I could have died. Ok not really I would have went to the emergency room, but come on I feel real sick. It's been a month already and all it is doing is getting worse.

Amethyst

Today I wore my amethyst ring. Let me take you back to a long time ago, but before I do that, the reason I put on my amethyst ring today was because of my second oldest brother. Lucio came over last night with his one year old son. He needed to use my computer. Thing is I have a tower that my brother in law gave me in my living room that is not hooked up. I'm waiting to copy all my files on my current computer and then hooking up the tower my brother in law gave me. Since that tower has XP on it, my brother plugged it in and took my huge monitor from my current computer and started to work on that one in the living room. Then he would put the monitor back where it originally was. As he was putting the huge monitor back on my desk, it fell forward, good thing he wasn't right under it. Everything on my desk went flying. There was a box filled with sentimental things and well, it broke and everything went flying out of it. My gold medal for singing from High School. My name ring that my second oldest brother gave me, My brother Martino's who passed away, sunglasses were in there and there were other things that I can not remember at this particular moment. When my brother and I went scrounging on the floor picking everything up he found another ring. It was the ring Martino gave me a long time ago. Honestly it was a replica of the ring Martino and his ex wife gave to me a very long time ago.

I had a friend from High School who had a younger brother who was trouble. I always took off all my rings and put it by the sink in my old house where I grew up, when I had to wash my face. One day my friend at the time came over and her brother ended up coming over for some reason to talk to her. He had to use the bathroom and well he took forever and a day. My youngest brother brought it up to me and we found it strange. After he left I went into the bathroom and all my jewelry was missing. Every single day I took my rings off and layed it beside that damn sink, nothing ever happened to it till that day long ago. I was furious. I told my friend that her brother was in the bathroom way to long and the reason was because he stole my jewelry. I punched the wall almost making a hole. At the time, my brother Martino was still alive. When my brother passed away, I was so upset when I thought about the ring.

After Martino died I started working with my ex sister in law, Lucio's wife. A man at her job had this book of jewelry that he was selling. There it was. The ring Martino bought me. I saved and saved to end up finally purchasing it. It still hurts me so much when I think about what happen to the one he got me. There was a reason why I saw that ring in that book, my brother was already gone for atleast a year or two, but my heart wanted me to buy it.

So today, I put it on. My amethyst ring.

Things Said In The Office That Sounds Dirty

I’ll come when I’m done.

You can stick it right here.

You’re too tight you need to loosen up.

Can you get it to work?

One Word

I received an email ONE WORD. So I replied and then forwarded it to a few friends.

One Word Describe me in one word - just one. And don’t say Crazy. Look deep inside me and tell me what you find freaks! Send it to me (only me). Then forward this email to your friends andsee how many strange things people think about you. Reply it's fun

This is what they said

beautiful
Hurt
lonely
Ok, no crazy how about Insane?? LOL!! Seriously though, I would have to say Spirited.
Unique
Though I have only known you for a very short time I have to say you are: BEAUTIFUL (heart wise)

You care so much about those closest to you that even your bluntness and unreserved manner of expressing your thoughts and feelings is appreciated because they know it comes from the heart.

Though, I do see you very passionate as well

Thoughtful!
stupid! lol
Outstanding
Strange

unforgettable

i always remember you, your laughs your jokes and your fun

Ecentric

Numbers

ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, thei! r conversational skills will be as important as any other.

THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.

FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.

FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.

SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.

SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.

EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much.

NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.

TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.

ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.

TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.

THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"

FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve! great risk.

FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.

SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson

SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions.

EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.

TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.

TODAY!

Why is TODAY going sooooooooo slow??? WHY??

Lactaid Pills

So I’ve finally had enough courage and took a Lactaid pill before destroying my stomach with a cinnamon raison toasted bagel with cream cheese and jelly. My coworker has a box of them in her desk draw. She said they worked for her, so I thought

“hmmm…I don’t think it will work for me, but I won’t know unless I try right?”

So, she gave me one. I ate my bagel. Then being lactose intolerant…well you should know the rest.
Lactaid pills are BULL SHIT!!!

My Sister

She was starting a new job. So she decided to go to the doctor before she left her old job and started her new one. The gyno said that her ovary was extremely infected.

My sister was supposed to go in for surgery and get out in two days. It’s been a week and she still lies in a hospital bed. At 30 something she had her partial hysterectomy leaving her with only one ovary to balance her hormones. She just recently went to the gyno and well, there was no if’s or buts, she had to have surgery. They found her only ovary extremely infected. Not to mention she has problems with her bladder. It all had to do with the birth of her only child. It was a complicated birth. So while in there, they were going to do surgery on her bladder. The doctors could not understand why she was enduring so much pain. It should have subsided a bit and all it did was get worse. They had found her one ovary left intertwined into her intestines. The doctor could not believe all the scar tissue that was built inside. This surgery was more complicated than they thought. They removed her ovary and while doing that they ended up digging into her intestine stitching it back up. They put something inside her bladder, for the life of me I cannot remember what it is called at the moment. So they removed the scar tissue removed the ovary and stitched her intestine right back up and then to recovery. Two days and she goes home.

Things didn’t work out the way they were suppose to. They did an emergency surgery, thinking that the fluids from her intestines were infecting her abs and her insides. They said it was deadly and needed to do an emergency exploratory surgery. They went in and had three surgeons look at the stitches on her intestine, it all looked fine, but found her appendix looking a bit shady, so they removed it. Day three and my sister was in excruciating pain. Let me tell you I’ve had four surgeries and the after surgery pain is a BITCH!!

She was in the hospital for over a week. My sister is stubborn and it gets me nervous. She has a heart problem, she told me that the cardiologist doctors would always come and check up on her, they all took a liking to my sister. Of course, she’s a great beautiful person. Heck, she’s related to me. As I called her every single day she couldn’t even recognize my voice on the phone, they had her all drugged up. She told me every single day that the pain wasn’t getting any better, she would cry on the phone and I had to be the strong one, when inside I was crumbling. In January it will be 11 years that my brother passed away and I get real nervous now, with my sister having a heart problem and having difficulty recovering. She would cry telling me that the doctors didn’t even know what was wrong.

My parents were a wreck. They had to be strong too. One day my mother told me that the doctors loved my sister so much and they did everything and anything to try and take away her pain but they didn’t know what it was. My mother also told me that the doctor told my sister that she took her from up there and brought her back down here. In other words, the doctor took my sister from dying and brought her back to life. My sister was dying and here I was in New York not able to do a damn thing. So here I am trying to be strong and go to my new job putting up a front that my life is grand, when inside I was dying.
She’s back home now, still in pain, but working and taking it real slow. Till this day, it’s been about a month, the most, since her surgery. She still suffers and still does not know what is wrong. This, my fellow readers, is part of my everyday life. Welcome to the every day pouring rain of Cha Fai’s life.

Think Twice

A coworker came by my desk and complained about the bathroom. Someone left their turd in the toilet.

“I mean come on don’t you look to make sure it goes down?”

I started to think, hmm did I flush?

Sure I did, I remember looking back and flushing just the toilet paper. I know it wasn’t me because I do courtesy flushes. So no turd sticking around from me.
But just the idea scared the shit out of me. You know that having to think twice thing, like when you walk out of the bathroom people see you feeling yourself up, when it actuality you’re checking to see if you zippered up. You zippered up as soon as you pulled your pants up just like flushing it’s natural just to turn around after you are done with your business and pick up your pants and hit the handle with your foot.

REALLY

On the train ride home Mia and I were talking about Halloween costumes. We still don’t know what we are doing. I told her we should get dressed up and go Trick Or Treating. Then we reminisced on when we went Trick Or Treating when we were kids. I asked if she remembered getting McDonald Ice Cream Sunday or Cone coupons. She did. We wondered if McDonalds still does that. I told Mia it’s weird how things have changed. Now when you ask for extra ketchup they only give you two. I wish things were the way they use to be way back when.

Not sure if I blogged about this incident, but I don’t give a shit and it’s pertinent to this story. My cousin was here from Oklahoma, yes that is correct I know someone in Oklahoma. She was staying out in Long Island by my cousin’s house. She had slept over because we went out the night before and well she had to go back to Long Island and I had to go to work. She took the train ride with me, I kept going and she went to Jamaica to catch the LIRR. So here we are sitting on the train, she had her carry on and this dude decided to get on to the train with his bicycle and stand right in front of my cousin. I was prepping my cousin letting her know that her stop was next. As she was trying to get up the jackass wouldn’t move out of her way so she was stuck and couldn’t get up with her carry on. I screamed out that she needed to hurry up that the doors were going to close and she was going to miss her stop. So I got up running to hold the door open for her. As she walks out, I turn around and see some young man in a suit literally running for my seat. When everyone on the train and in California heard me screaming from the top of my lungs that she was going to miss her stop and they all watched me run to keep the door open for her, you know, because no one near the door had the courtesy to do it. As I turn my head I see him jamming. I yell out to him that I’m sitting right back down. He didn’t fucking care. So as he sat in my seat I went right up into his face and said

“You’re a FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Then thank goodness no one took my cousin’s seat but of course I had to go around the bicycle and finally sat down and the whole ride into the city I kept cursing him out, saying it loud enough so he can hear me and ranting how he’s a fucking asshole and not a fucking MAN!!

I'm Bringing In My Lunch

What is up with people working in the food industry who cannot get a lunch order right?
Yesterday, I ordered Mexican with two co-workers. They took forever and a day to deliver it and then once it got here, my receptionist paid the delivery guy. My receptionist watched him leave and went around her desk to grab the bag she saw him put down on the side of her desk, dumb ass delivery guy should have put it on her desk. When she looked on the side of her desk nothing was there. Dingbat took our food with him. It took another freaking century to get our food and to top it off it was cold. I wanted my $3 tip back, the Dumb Ass delivery guy didn’t deserve it. It’s a good thing I wasn’t up front when he came back. I would have snatched it right out of his damn pocket!!

TODAY!!! We ordered for lunch AGAIN, because my lazy ass didn’t cook something last night to bring in for lunch today. Actually, I had dinner at my friend’s house, there were no leftovers. I was craving a shrimp patty from the Golden Crust place. It was raining and crappy out so me and another co-worker decided to order in. I didn’t want to place the order, because some way some how the people on the other end of the phone do not understand English. Maybe next time I should speak with a foreign accent. When I say EXTRA that means MORE, not I need NOTHING! Assholes! Any hoots, I had my co-worker place the order. She ordered 3 Shrimp patties, 1 Beef patty and an order of fried sweet plantains. After an hour I was turning into a skeleton, the order finally gets here. We go into the kitchen and she found something wrong. OF COURSE WHY NOT? Two shrimp patties were missing. I tried calling the place up, but the line was busy, oh I should mention that with that whole hour of waiting I was calling to find out where the heck our order was and the phone was busy. So how frustrating is that? Trying to find out what is going on with your order when the damn line is busy for over an hour. So pissed beyond belief, we sat down and ate whatever we had as I kept dialing the busy line. I get to my desk and wait and then call. The phone rings. FINALLY! This woman picks up and I tell her our problem. She said she was going to send over the two shrimp patties. I thanked her and said goodbye.

I get a call forwarded to me and it’s a woman from the Golden Crust place. I was boggled but asked her what was up. She was boggled too and we figured out the call was forwarded to me. I told her that we ordered 3 shrimp patties and we only got one. She says

“I have two shrimp patties”

“I ordered three”

Then her fucking attitude came slashing me “ I KNOW WHAT YOU’VE ORDERED, I ONLY HAVE TWO PATTIES AND NOW I HAVE NONE!”

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, is this woman kidding me? Giving me attitude for her mistake oh no. I kept my cool.

“I paid for three”

Still with an asshole attitude that needed to be fucking stabbed with a knife,

“WE DON’T HAVE ANYMORE SHRIMP PATTIES”

The bitch had nerve to raise her voice this entire time. If anyone should be raising her voice it should be me, making ME wait over a damn hour for my food when you are half a block away and then YOU deliver an incomplete order. FUCK OFF FUCKER!!

“So then give us back our money”

She became less vocal and said “OK” and hung up.
NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE fucks with me and my food! What is wrong with these people, how the heck do they have a job in that industry?

BTW

I am far from being BITTER! Just filled with a lot of love, humor and creativity until someone crosses the line. Then the angry impatient me comes out.

After Hour

Ok so it wasn’t the AFTER HOURS you are thinking about, but it was after that lousy Happy Hour. One of my three friends received a phone call while she was in the bathroom at Happy Hour. We knew she has stomach problems, but we didn’t think she would have staid in the bathroom as long as she did. She came out all jolly and told us that she had a phone call while she was in the bathroom. Aha, so that’s why she took forever and a day. I had told someone that she was probably building her own toilet. I guess I was wrong. She received a call from a guy she’s has been talking to. I guess you can call it dating. He had invited her and the three of us to go to his apartment for dinner. He would buy us dinner. I was totally up for a free dinner.

One of our friends had to go home to take care of her daughter, so here we are Moe, Larry and Curly walking down Manhattan streets. I refused to take the train and said

“Let’s just jump into a cab.”

I was then called Little Miss Rich Girl. I WISH!!

“TAXI!”

We all got into a cab and were on our way to an adventurous night. Adventurous it was. We get to this loft, this man answers the door in a wife beater, well I think that’s what it was and some worn out jeans. He kisses us on our cheeks international style with his little accent. We were in awe of the size of the place and wished we could own a place just like it. Of course I would go crazy designing it in my own style. Again, the infatuation of being rich. We had to watch The Next Top Model, because supposedly this dude was a photographer and if I heard correctly, he had told us that he was going to be interviewed to be a photographer in the next season. Who knows and who cares?

I ordered a salad and a veggie burger, tuna and a seaweed salad was ordered for everyone else. We watched the show sipping on red wine, for the life of me I don’t remember what kind. I went off on how ugly I thought the models were and didn’t understand how they were on the show.

So from watching the show munching on some din din and sipping red wine, he played some music on his DJ turntables. He wanted to take photos of us. So we started with the innocent three friends sitting on a couch take. Then he wanted to take individual shots. This is when it got a bit risqué. Moe unbutton her shirt and took her bra off, did the whole sexy open shirt you can see my cleavage look. Larry got on the couch and started grooving the playboy look, it was fucking hysterical. Then came me, Curly. Well I was tired and had no make up on, so I felt a bit UGLY! Since I have a little experience with modeling I just did the serious seductive look. Nothing crazy. My glass of red wine took part of the shoot. Larry had a great idea for me to take photos with out my shirt and no bra and her holding my breast from behind, you know, that whole Janet Jackson album cover look. We did it. Then the three of us ended up topless and well I was holding on to my breast for dear life, laughing so hard because Larry thought she was covering my nipples when in fact those babies were bare to the lens. We laughed and had a great time.

I threw my bra back on and the dude had an attack started taking photos of me just like that. So I went with it and posed. I threw my shirt back on and walked over to a bango and started to tap it to the beat of the music. Some other chick came over, it was the dude’s friend and then we decided to stay for 15 more minutes and well thought it was late and wanted to go home. It was only 10pm, but we had to go. I left a note on the dude’s fridge.

“Send me those damn photos.”
I put all three email addresses on it and still wait upon the photos. Got an e-mail that some came out great, but still no second e-mail with the photos. It surely was an adventurous night.

Happy Hour

Thursday, October 6th a few friends and I went out for a drink. Happy Hour. Well, let me tell you it was not a Happy Hour. The company was Happy doing, but the stupid wench bitch bartender needed to get her asshole adjusted.

I was told by a few friends, in general, that I have rage. That I need help, either meds or well just get help. So I’ve been trying to control myself lately.

We got into the bar and we asked for the Mango Mojito in a pitcher special for $20. The wench said there was no such thing. We let her know that it was on their fucking site. She said that she would kill someone if that was true. Like she owned the fucking place. BITCH PLEASE!! So then our next question was,
“So what Happy Hour special do you have then?”

Wench replied, “Nothing, we don’t have anything.”

OOOOOOOOOOOO, just the thought of it now makes me want to bash her fucking head into the bar and watch the blood splatter all over the place from breaking her precious fucking nose, as her teeth are knocked out.

Ok, so she walks away. I ask her if they serve food and she said they did. I asked her for a menu and the stupid braud fucking gives me a drink menu. I mean COME ON!! She deserves a fucking beating. She hands it to me and walks away, so that way she doesn’t give me enough time to tell her off and that she has no fucking brains.

She comes back and I ask her for the FOOD MENU. She gives it to me with that fake smile. She was annoyed that she actually had to work. FUCK YOU BITCH! That’s what I really wanted to say. As I was looking at the menu, one of my friends found a pitcher of Sangria for $23 on the drink menu. She confronted the WENCH and she said,

“I thought you said there weren’t any specials. I had asked you if there were any special and you said there was nothing, you have a pitcher of Sangria for $23 on this menu.”

Wench said obnoxiously, “ No, you never asked me that. I wouldn’t have told you there was nothing.”

Blood started boiling in my friend’s vein’s as mine was. I, trying to better myself was trying not to yank her from the other side of the bar and wail on her. So I kept my cool.

My friend’s eyes were getting ready to pop out as she turned to me,

“Didn’t I ask her if there were any specials?”

I tried not looking at the wench and said in a calm voice,

“Yeah, you did.”

Wench was annoyed and took our order of a pitcher of Sangria. The bitch filled the entire pitcher of ice not giving us much Sangria. When she took it out of a fridge she spilled a good part of it on the floor. GOOD BITCH get your shit clothes stained.

So wench asked me how many glasses.

“One, two or three?”

I told her “Four” Obviously I wanted four, there were the four of us there.

She says “One?”

I tried not to kill her with my look, and said “FOUR”

She came back and gave me one.

What a fucking idiot.

We ordered some appetizers. Got one and she forgot to put the other order in. DITZ!

“Excuse me, we need 3 more glasses.”

“You said one.”

“No, I did not ask for one, you said one, I had asked for four.”

My other friend vouched for me. Wench was convinced that she was right again, just the way she thought she was when my friend asked for the specials. What a fucking dumb ass wench.

So, she was annoyed and was like,

“Is that it?”
Uhh what it took me not to go into one of my rages. My third friend kept telling me that wench was starring at me. I thought oh great now she’s gay and wants me. I come to find out later that it wasn’t a pleasant look she was giving me. She was lucky I didn’t see it. I would have not held back then. Another bartender takes over the wench’s shift and the first thing she said to the people next to us as they sat down was the Happy Hour specials. I hope that wench’s house burns down while she’s taking a shit in her bathroom and gets burned. I know, I’m still working on the rage thing.