10 Reasons Why You SHOULD Vote

For those of you who don't pay attention to the news, don't glance at a newspaper, don't have any intelligent discussions or plain just don't know what month it is, tomorrow is a big day for us. It's Election Day. And it's not just Election Day but it's Election Day when we elect (or re-elect) our next President.  Although I try to vote every Election Day, the presidential election has been my favorite. Even though it's not that I've had that many though. The first time I voted was in 2008 so I've only had one but dammit it's exciting.

This isn't going to be my wittiest blog because I'm tired and my brain is running on empty like all those stinking cars lined around my neighborhood waiting for Exxon Mobile's next gas delivery. (I just want to say three quick things regarding that whole situation....1) I'm sincerely sorry to all those who lost everything they own, or worse, lost someone they loved. 2) Hurricane Sandy was such a bitch. What kind of deranged Hurricane decides to roll around during the end of October SMH and 3) Most of the trains are working people in NYC, you don't have to drive. Stop making Exxon 7 BP's wildest dreams come true!!!)

Okay enough of my mindless rambling. I'm boring myself. Here are 10 reasons you should vote:

10. Jay- Z said so.  This list should really stop right here, but for those of you who are so diluted that you cannot be persuaded by the power of Hova, I shall continue.

9.  So the millions of presidential campaigns and ads
and crap could finally S.T.O.P!!!

8.  It your civic duty to vote.  Exercise you damn right. If you don't. SHAME. ON. YOU.-> 

7. You can cancel out someone elses vote.  Believe it or not, I have arch nemesiseseses (pretty much a bunch of enemies) in my neighborhood.  Some that I don't know.  Okay all that I don't know.  All I DO know is that I already know who they're voting for and I want to make their vote VOID!!!

6. Every vote counts. It's true! If you don't think every vote is counted you have clearly slept your way through United States History class in High School.  Hurry up and do a quick brush up on the electoral college on Wikipedia.  Go ahead...I'll wait.


5. Do it for Big Bird darn it! 

4. Did I mention that every vote counts. At the risk of sounding like that political commercial that I'm about to paraphrase. "537." That is the number of votes that cost Al Gore his rightful presidency.  If 537 people who thought their vote didn't matter voted...well I guess we'll never know what could've happened, but it gets me thinking.

3. Our ancestors died for this right. Me being an African American female, I had three battles waged and won on my behalf for the right to vote.  One in 1920 for women's rights and the other in 1870 than again in 1965 (blacks had to fight for the right to vote twice. How bout that?).

2. Do you really want to see this clown become our next president. ->
Hell No? Me Neither.

1. To paraphrase actress Kerry Washington, You may not pay attention to politics but politics is surely paying attention to you! The only thing worse then not voting, is not caring.  Every aspect of your life is influenced by government whether you believe it or not.  From the public transportation you take, the T.V you watch, the food you eat.  INFLUENCED. BY. GOVERNMENT. So if you don't care enough to bother to vote, don't bother posting your issues on FB or Twitter about how horrible your life is going. It saddens me to see all these people come up with 100 excuses not to vote
I wonder if they took the right away from us again, if anyone would would even care.

What A Bum On The Train Help Me Realized

Don't start okay.  I'm finally here so that's all that matters :-D

Back to the topic. ("Actually forgot it, Ho's, Money, I'm the shit, Oh Yea I'm Reminded --> J-Cole, Back to the Topic - Friday Night Lights Album).  Alrighty then, so I realized something after seeing a bum on the train last night. It's honestly seriously time for me to start looking for another job. How'd I come to this realization from a homeless bum on the train you ask? Hold on, stop interrupting my train of thought with your train of thought and let me explain.

This semester, I go to school Tuesday nights and I get out roughly between 9 and 9:30pm. So I got out of class and wait for the B train at Rockefeller Center. When the B train gets there, I'm standing right between two cars. To my left, is a pretty empty car. To my right is a car with the bum. For some STRANGE reason, unbeknownst to me, I decided to go into the car with the bum inside.  I have no idea what possessed me to ride in that car.  I mean it ain't like he was cute or nothing.  But there was this strange feeling of comfort that I had going into that train car even though knowing there was a bum there.

Anywhoo, fast forward 3 minutes later.  I see this bum eating a container of rice (I think it was Halal chicken and rice) like it was going out of style.  I am a Haitian American and I have been to Haiti 3 or 4 times in my life and neither here nor there have I ever seen a person eat rice like that.  I mean I've seen some hungry people in my day, I've watched those Christian Children's Fund infomercials from time to time. But I have NEVER EVER seen ANYONE down ANY meal like that in my life.  I'm pretty sure that if he had teeth, he would have eaten the aluminum container. Shit, after seeing that I safely tucked the rest of my burrito in my bag in case he wanted to eat that and my arm.

But I digress.

As I'm watching this bum eat every last grain from the container, I realized something.  I KNOW THIS GUY!!! He is a regular patron at the library that I work at and he usually comes in to borrow a laptop.  I was like "Shiiiiiiittt. No wonder I felt comfortable with this guy. Me and dude go way back."  But I was hell bent on not letting him see my face, because the only thing more horrible than having a bum start a conversation with you on the train is having a bum YOU KNOW start a conversation with you on the train. Plus, the last thing I wanted to do was talk about the library after both being in the library at work and talking about it (the marketing part of it) all evening at school.   So in an attempt to be INCONSPICUOUS, I hunched down in my chair and started combing my hair over my faces to conceal my identity.

And it worked! Homie got off at Atlantic Ave and I continued my journey home having dodged a huge, homeless bullet. But then I started thinking.  I wonder if people were curious as to why I was using my hair  like Captain America's shield to hide myself.  But then I started asking myself, how many people on this train have ever had to hide from a homeless guy who regulars their job? I'm no mathematician or statistician or anything but I'm pretty sure the answer is one.  THIS ONE GIRL OVER HERE!

So I now realized.  IT'S TIME TO GO.  I'm sure no one else has to worry about running into bums that they know on a first name basis on their way home.  I've been feeling like this for a loooonnnnng time now but I've been comfortable.  Anyone who works at a library can tell you, this is one of the most comfortable jobs you can have.  It doesn't take much effort and you can completely forget about work once your off the clock.  No taking work home, no stressing over deadlines or projects...Uhmmm..Why do I want to leave again?

Oh yeah, the homeless guy for one.  The fact that I'll complete my MBA by May next year also.  And the fact that as easy as it is,  I DO NOT LOVE THIS JOB.  I go in, have my outer body experience for three and a half hours then leave and everyday think of that Stacie Orrico "There's Gotta Be (More to Life)" (and if you don't know that song shame on you! BTW Where's Stacie at these days son? Can you say Comeback 2012!?!). So mark it on your calendars all. I gotta get out of there someway, somehow soon!  I found love in the hopeless place of marketing and advertising anyways. No more homeless frenemies on the train for this gyal.

(SideNote/Marketing practice/Help A Sista Out with her Internship/Spread The Word)

Right now, I'm interning for a small women's company called Honey & Gold, and we are trying to get some funding.  Now I ain't gonna be selling anything to you.  That's not my style and that's tacky.  I'm in marketing, there a difference.   Anyway, Honey & Gold has some cool ass products for women like a 24K Women's Beverage called the Signature Elixir. It's an organic drink with little pieces of edible gold inside. It helps us girls out with our lady issues like cleaning out the vajayjay, reducing cramps and all that good stuff. They have other cool stuff like gold covered tea cones, and a Yoni egg for vajayjay exercises.  Now I'm not asking you to buy anything (but if you did donate, I wouldn't hate you or anything like that you know wink, wink). I just need your help spreading the word. You know, tell somebody who knows somebody, who knows somebody, who knows the friend of the cousin of Oprah's long lost sister. IDK. But any help is BIG help.  I promise to remember you when I blow up and I'll buy you a lollipop to show my gratitude.  Guys are welcome to spread the word too, but use the Yoni egg at your own risk.

So here's the 411. Click here -- > Honey & Gold Indiegogo Campaign - Women's Health Beverage  to learn more about the company, buy some products, fund the campaign, check out our social media sites, OR JUST TO SEE WHAT THE HELL I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!

Thank you for listening all.  You are a gentleman and a scholar.

Deuces

-S

Bitch It Out: People on Trial - Subway Series Part 1 of 3

Hey ya!

I'm back. Chillin in the cut. I have a lot on my plate right now but I decided to take some time to talk to my one reader. (Hey reader! How u livin -in my Biggie voice- what's good baby baby?)

Anyways. I have another Bitch it Out for you. And this one is lonnngggg over due!!! Now this is nothing that has happened to me DIRECTLY like my other B.I.O posts (stands for Bitch It Out in case some of you are having trouble with the acrynom. Shoot, I know it happens to me about every other day). This one is about something that has been grinding my gears for a while now and it needs to be addressed. In the people's trial. TODAY!

Case #102 Offender 2

Like my first People on Trial case, this to has to do with the stinkin train station. There is no offender. Nope not one. BUT a whole gang of offenders. Yea and their called those stinking kids who perform on the train on my way to, from, EVERY single destination I EVER have on the train!!! Come on, y'all know who I'm talking about. It's like a universal experience for every New Yorker. You're on the train, trying to mind your business (even though you're probably just reading the Us Magazine over the shoulder of the girl standing next to you). But you know what it is, you're packed like sardines into a crowded train car, trying to get from point A to point B as quickly as possible without smelling anybody's nasty breath all over you and then you hear it.

"You know what time it is...SHOWTIME ...You know what time is...SHOWTIME!"

(Rolling Eyes) Ugggggghhh. It has literally become second nature for me to roll my eyes every time I hear them screech. I mean what do I have to do to escape these creatures. They show up on every train, on every train line, in every borough, on every platform I'm EVER on. It's like they're tailing me (a conspiracy by the man i'm sure. Okay, enough psycho babble). And the only thing more frightening then their constant presence is their lack of talent.

I have seen:
-One of the worse Michael Jackson imitations of my life. It would make Michael turn in his grave and make Joe go all Mortal Kombat on his ass.

-So many fitted hat choreography FAILS it's ridiculous. (And since when did dancing become about juggling a fitted cap on various parts of your prepubescent bodies anyways?)

-I've seen more splits, flips and twirls than I've seen at a Cirque Du Soleil performance. Face it, you guys are not Spiderman, stop with the swinging and climbing already. And the breakdancing? What's the point of dragging yourself across a disgustingly dirty train floor? The same floor that that other homeless guy over there just soiled himself on? AND WHAT'S WITH THE POLE DANCING? If I wanted to see a bunch of guys dancing on a pole (which I don't) I would watch that movie "Magic Mike."

The list can go on for hours but frankly (yawwwnnn) I'm boring myself just talking about this. This has got to stop. It's way too frequent now. It's like these people do it for the sole purpose of making our train rides just that much more unbearable. It has gotten so bad that I can't even pretend to play a game of chess on my iPhone in peace. (It's just that when people see you play chess on your phone, they're like whoa she must be some kind of genius, you know!)

The Jury has reached it's verdict! And the verdict is: GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY all around! Every last teenager, every last freaking one of them, who come into the train and yell that dumb SHOWTIME line and do that clap crap (you know the clap...clap...clap, clap, clap, clap rhythm) and play that God awful music. YOU ARE ALL GUILTY! Guilty for of making my train ride a chore. Guilty for reflecting badly on REAL dancers with your antics, and once again guilty for MAKING MY TRAIN RIDE MORE UNBEARABLE!!!

The sentence: I hereby sentence all of you to STOP!!! S-T-O-P spells STOP IT RIGHT NOW DAMMIT! Whatever happened to the olden golden days where young whippersnappers like you young cats would get a real after school job like bagging groceries, babysitting, mowing lawns, cleaning pools, etc? You know the jobs that would keep you out of the streets yet keep you out of our way at the same time? I'm tired of coming home from work after a long day and having to be subject to this shit.  I mean how many times to I have to pretend to sleep just so I don't have to look at you?  Because evverrryone knows if I look, I would be obligated to give up some cash because I watched your little show. Have you guys noticed that the REAL talented performers are on 42nd and 34th street? If you kids are SERIOUS about you craft. Practice and start dancing there. NOT on the trains. I don't need people flipping in my face, and stripteasing on a pole when I'm simply trying to get to where I have to go. You do not work at Chippendales, ain't no reason for all that to be going on around me on a subway car.

Now please, leave us all alone! We don't want to watch you dance and we damn sure don't want to give you our money. Stay in school and DO do us a favor and lose your day job.

Day one of court is adjourned!

Laters, baby

-S

P.S. I found out that blogger has an app so that means I can blog from my iPad or my iPhone anywhere, anytime which means more I could write posts. But I'm not going to. So yeah. Okay I'm leaving now. Lol

Cancun 2012

After writing the other post, I'm pooped. I'm not even sure if what i'm saying is going to make any sense.  I think I'm still drunk of the tequila.  So I'll make all our lives a lot easierby keeping it short and simple.  I just want to share some of the fun, interesting and disturbing things I saw and learned on my trip.

Waiting At the Airport

While waiting for our flight to Atlanta, I saw this "man" wearing this get up. ---------------------------------------------------->>>>

SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

When I saw him, I had to do a double take. Is this man walking around butt ass naked? Turned out he had pants on. But seriously, how could they let this guy ---------------------------------->>> get past security. But I guess he didn't pose a threat because he literally had nothing on him.  He needed to be arrested by the NYPD, TSA, Customs, the fashion police, or somebody.  There is absolutely NO REASON for this man right ova chere to be wearing those PUM PUM SHORTS.  UNACCEPTABLE!!! I don't know what upsets me more, the fact that he is wearing those pum pum shorts or the fact that his old lady allowed his little pot belly self slip into those joints and actually LEAVE the house.  SMH Only in America ya'll.

ATLANTA

Even though my time in ATL was short lived, I was fascinated by it.  I am definetely going to have to make plans for a trip there and all the sweet southerness they have to offer. Their airport is HUGE and they have the most AWESOME form of getting around the airport called the plane train. (Earth to Laguardia and JFK airports!!!!)  We stayed at the Renaissance Hotel, which is part of the Marriot.  And it was realllllly nice.  This is the view from inside the elevator.

We passed a waffle house but, we could eat there, since we didn't have much time, but I was fienin for some Chicken and Waffles (yea those southern mannerism get into your blood stream quick lol).  And the concept of Southern hospitality is severely understated.  Those were some of the most laid back, nicest, happiest people I've seen in a verrrryyyyy long time.  They make us New Yorkers seem like savages.  Between the people in ATL and Mexico, I really learned that taking it easy is important in life.  It makes for a happier me. And a happy me, is a happy everybody.

COBA

If you want to go to Mexcio to do more than party but actually have a cultural experience, visiting an ancient Mayan civilization is a unique experience.  We had the choice between Coba and the more popular Chichen Itza.  Even though I REALLLLYYYY wanted to do Chichen Itza, Coba offered more of a variety of excursions for free.  Once I heard free, I mean how could I turn it down? So we went kayaking , which I SUCK at.  You just don't ask a directionally challenged person to steer any kind of boat, no matter what size it is.  We constantly found ourselves going around into circles and backing into bushes and shit.  No grassy ass.

 But the two most interesting this we did was go repelling into a deep cave.  (Sidenote: our tour guide, Gabe, was awesome and supperrr cute, he helped reassure me a few times that I wasn't gonna die). This is me repelling into the sinkhole.   This was scary and exciting as hell.  The cave was full of bats and was a few hundred feet deep. In this picture, I was just about at the top, about to lower myself.  I mask my fear well pretty well don't you think?

The other intersting thing is the temple in Coba.  It is the only ancient building that people are still allowed to climb, in which you can't do in Chichen Itza.  But did I climb it all the way to the top? HELL NAHHH!!! The structure was a little too unstable for me.  You dead ass had to get down the stairs either using a rope or sitting on one stair and then sitting on the next one and so on and so on.  No thank you.  Didn't want to die on my flight to ATL and I didn't want to die then.  This is me on the temple steps. I'm the black figure sitting, clinging to the stairs for dear life. 

It doesn't look that hight in this picture but trust me, this joint was HIGH. We also experienced a traditional Mayan ritual ceremony and we ate traditional Mayan food prepared by the women of the villiage.  It was quite an experience, that I think everyone should experience at least once in their lives.

5th (5ta) Avenue/ Senor Frogs.

This is a long shopping district in Playa de Carmen, where you can get your souvenirs, you can go to the beautiful Playa de Carmen, which is the gorgeous beach and you can also go to Senor Frog's.  If you have to choose only one thing to do, GO TO SENOR FROG'S.  They are SOOOO much fun.  You never need to go anywhere else to party.  I wish my job was a quarter as much fun as them.  If an employee or customer breaks something, it doesn't get taken from the paycheck,.  They just have to run into the ocean, clothing and all.  They have some hilarious signs that the put pointing to people and their drinks are awesome and STRONG.  We salsa danced and the crew was just FUN.  You can have the most borning trip ever, but if you come here, you are guarenteed fun.  This is me and Mr Frog's getting to know one another better.

And this is Mexican Michael Jackson lol.

Random pic. 

There are more pics on my FB page and more to come.

Adios Contaminos 

- S

 

 

Bitch It Out: Companies on Blast 2: Spirit Airlines

THIS IS A LONG ONE!!! Took me 3 hrs to write so enjoy!!! (Sidenote Suggestion: I think it's best to read this post 1st to get the gist of what I'm talking about with the next post)

Hiyoooooo!!!! I know, I know! (singing Rihanna: Wherrrrrre haaavvvee yoouuu beeeen, allll myyyyy lieeeeeiiifffee?)

I've been around and recently I've been to Cancun/Playa De Carmen, Mexico.  It was a truly amazing trip and there is another blog post here --->  Cancun 2012 <---- that will explain the good.  This post is to bitch about the bad and the ugly, and trust me it doesn't get badder or uglier than Spirit Airlines!  Don't believe me? Just keep reading. I have a great imagination but honestly you CAN NOT make shit like this up!!!!!!!!

Here we go!  So my friends and I booked a 6 Day/5 Night stay in Cancun via bookit.com, (these people will also be getting a side Bitch It Out Blast! I'm out for blood today, hmph).  We booked our trip since January 2012. So on Sunday, we went to Laguardia airport expecting to spend a portion of the day travelling to Cancun and we were suppose to get there around 4pm Mexico time. The gods had something else in mind for use that day.

ARRIVING - NYC to MEXICO

So my flight with Spirit was at 10:30am and I arrived at the airport around 8am for checkin (I really hate the two hour rule.  I think it's just a ploy to get people to buy stuff in the airport! Duty Free products anyone?) So once I got there, the line for Spirit was wrapped for days and reached the nearby counter of the airline next to use.  I was already upset learning that there is a limit of 40lbs on the bags and that there is a $43 baggage fee for ANY bag and a $40 baggage fee for a carry on? (Cheap ass airline. Who charges for a carry on?) But after my near heart attack and a few weeks of coping, I made not peace but .........with the ridiculous baggage fees. I even went as far as to have the exact weight and price for the bag. Anywhooo, so we stand and wait about an HOUR on the line and some airline employees tell us to move to another line.  We move to another line and I'm figuring that they opened another counter to make the line move faster.  BUT NOOOOOOO.....This was just the beginning of a horrible nightmare!  As we're standing and waiting with NO ONE giving us any information as to what is going on, about 20-25 mins go by and we find out that our flight was CANCELLED!!!

Cancelled? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN OUR FLIGHT WAS CANCELLED? I have been checking the weather on my iPhone for the past 2 WEEKS and it will be 88 degrees and sunny in Cancun ALL WEEK. WTH? Why is it cancelled? So as my friends and I stand there, people are starting to get very aggrevated at the lack of detail.  Finally, some dude from Spirit announces that our flight to Fort Lauderdale, (which was suppose to connect us to the flight to Cancun) was cancelled because..................................drumroll please..............................................................


THE FLIGHT CREW DID NOT SHOW UP!!!

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That's right.  The flight crew DID NOT show up. (Silence)......What does that even mean? You mean that the ticket I purchased SIX months ago isn't valid because the people who work for YOU did'nt feel like getting there asses to work that day? You do not even know how PISSED off I was.  There are no words in the dictionary to describe this.  And if you think it's that bad, it only gets worse.  We get to the checkin counter and we ask the guy "So wassup? What are we suppose to do now?"  Here we are thinking they will have another flight later that day or that they would put us on a different airline to Fort Lauderdale so we can catch our connecting flight.  We still had time, since our connecting flight was at 2pm. 

You know what the Spirit guy told us? "The next available flight we can put you on is on July 4th."  Mind you it was July 1st and we booked the hotel until July 6th. We said "Hell NO! You're gonna have to do better than that. We need to leave America TODAY!" So after who knows how long, the guy tells us to try and see if American Airlines has a flight leaving NY for Cancun the same day.  What we planned on doing was getting reimbursted by Spirit and booking with American Airlines for a non-stop to Cancun.  So we ran alllllll the way down to the American Airlines counter to ask about any last min flights.  They told us of 2 that day in JFK airport that they could get us on.  So it was just a matter of getting Spirit to get us our money back! (The lady at American was sooo helpful, she told us about how Spirit was a horrible airline, that charges for EVERYTHING and use old plane parts in their aircrafts.  She told us how they refuse to "play nice" with other airlines - which was why it was so hard for use to get another flight - and she even said she would choose fly every other airline in the world before she'd fly Spirit! You go girl).

.....................................................INTERMISSION.............................................................

After about an hour and a half of trying to get to another flight, Spirit's reimbursement would have taken about a week to get back into the bank account. So after exchanging some words, we had to get the manager to get us on another flight.  However, they would not purchase from the airlines who were basically standing right next to them. Instead they purchased the ticket from orbitz.com. Something I could have done myself.  The flight that they put us one was not either of th e TWO available flights to from American Airlines, but it was some flight on Delta to Atlanta leaving at 7pm and we would have a connecting flight leaving at 8am from ATL to Cancun and she said that was the best they can do.  By that time I realized "we're not getting to Cancun today." (We were suppose to be in Cancun already however.  We found out later that our names were even on the flight list and that bookit.com put the wrong flight on our itinerary and that we were suppose to be on the Spirit flight that took off at 6am that day, NOT the flight that was cancelled. - roll my eyes, GET IT TOGETHER PEOPLE!). But I sure as shit knew that I was NOT going back home and I was NOT staying in New York that day.  So we tried to get Spirit to to pay for the hotel in ATL as well as transportation to and from the hotel.  The was hard as hell to budge but they agreed to pay for them.  HOWEVER, in the last minute, the manager told us that  Spirit has told them that they are not allowed to do anything else for customers, so we would have to pay for the hotel ourselves. (Seriously?What do you mean you can't do anything else for customers, it's YOUR fault, and this is a CUSTOMER SERVICE BUSINESS DAMMIT!!!).  Instead they decided to give us a $21 luinch voucher and sent us away.

I was happy that Delta offered 1 free bag so I was able to save my $43 and was way under the 50 lbs limit. However, the Delta flight was insane itself. Our flight was at 7pm, yet we didn't take off until 9:30pm because of "winds in Atlanta" or something like that.  So once we FINALLY took off, everything was finally moving and I was happy to get off the ground and out of NYC. However, halfway through we experience turbulance sooo turbulancy (gonna have to double check if that's a word, I'm pretty sure it's not), but the turbulance was so wicked, I thought I was gonna die.  I love flying but for the 1st time I really thought I wasn't gonna make it to Cancun.  It was that bad, my friend is a nervous flyer so she was in bad shape and another lady threw up twice and passed out in the middle of the isle.  But all in all we got to ATL (very nice airport) and finally made it Cancun, even though we lost a day from our vacation. 

DEPARTING - MEXICO TO NYC

All trip long, we tried to avoid talking about Spirit Airlines because we remembered that we were going to have to fly back with them and let's face it, if you want to ruin a good time, think of those raggedy bums.  ANYWAYS, so we arrived at the airport and the line for spirit was long (as usual) and we were getting ready for checkin.  Once we to the checkin counter I weighed my bag and it was about 46 lbs because of the souvenirs and the liquor I bought in Mexico.  So they charged me $43 for just having a bag and an additional $25 for agrand total of $68 to flight one God forsaken bag.  I had half a mond to just toss the bag but I had too many new shirts and dressed (and liquor) that I just didn't have the heart to get rid of. So when I take my money out to pay, the Mexican Spirit man tells me that they don't accept American money and that I can only pay in pesos or credit.  I don't usually travel internationally with any credit or bank cards so I would have had to pay over $1,000 in pesos.  When I looked into my wallet, I had $134 in pesos.  So as pissed as I was, I asked the guy if there was a place to convert the pesos and he said it was past security but if I do that I would have to pay $80 instead of $63.  Why I'd be paying $17 more? Because they currency rate in the airport is less somehow IDK.  So I was able to get my friend to pay with her card and I payed her back on the spot.

So we finally got past security and we went to Duty Free and bought some more liquor :-).  So everything was smooth sailing from then and I thought the worse was over.  HAHAHAHAHA BOY WAS I WRONG. Our flight from Cancun to Fort Lauderdale was at 12pm, and our flight from Fort Lauderdale to NYC was at 4pm.  Seems like plenty of time right? Wrong!!! You want to know why? Two words.  CUSTOMS and TSA. Spirit didn't realize that connecting flights works best so close together WHEN YOUR'E CONNECTING FROM THE SAME COUNTRY!!! We landed in Fort Lauderdale around 2:30pm and boarding for our next flight was 3:15.  That only left us with about 45 mins to get off the plane (with people who love to carry loads of lugage, and go through customs (even though my customs guy was a hottie who gave me a refreshing brief conversation - Gotta find the light in the tunnel somehow right?). To add insult to injury, once we left customs we all had to go TO baggage claim, get our bags, put our Duty Free purchases inside and RECHECKIN our luggage then we had to pass through TSA and finally run to the gate that was boarding the plane. 

............................................CIGARRETTE BREAK.......................................................

Back so soon? Don't worry, the stories almost done. I'm getting horrible flashbacks just writing this stupid thing. SCREW SPIRIT

That's right.  Beside ill scheduling of the layover time between the plane and it's connecting flight, Spirit would not reload our bags onto the connecting flight.  We had to check in AGAIN.  When we tried to check in, there was no one at the checkin counter becuase they were upstairs but they didn't have a sign stating this.  And the stupid man from Jetblue caught an attitude with us for not knowing that (I had to ask him if he was retarded, I mean how were WE suppose to know this?) So we had to run upstairs, checkin the bags, run through TSA, who like to take their sweet time, and then run to our gate to catch our flight with about 5 mins to spare before they took off. 

Spirit airlines is the jackass off all jackass companies.  They'll charged for drinks on the plane, for bags, for being alive, for breathing etc.  It's companies like these that make flying a nightmare.  I would wish Spirit on my worse enemies and in fact if they told me they were flying Spirit I would book them a first class ticket on any other airline before I let them leave the earth on Spirit. 

I am looking to take some kind of legal action against these clowns because, many people that I know of when they hear Spirit, they automatically associate them with a bad experience.

A word of advice to Spirit Airlines: You are customer service, that is what you do.  Stating that you can do nothing more for customers is how you lose business not gain any.  There's a difference between being cheap and being frugal.  AND YOU ARE CHEAPER THAN CHEAP.  You are selfish and connoving and constantly trying to get over on people gets you nowhere.  So pack your bags (paying $43 per bag of course) and beat it.  I can guarentee your services will no longer be needed by me ever again.  I rather fly in an Airline with Helen Keller as my pilot a million times over before I ever set foot in your airline again.

I got a REAL plane to catch. Now Roger That

F*%K Around and Never Get Rogered Back - Lil Wayne
-S

Just Checking In....No Biggie

Hey everybody!!!

I'm back from outer space, I just something something something something with that look upon your face. Ok I'm done.

I know it's been a while but inspiration is hard to come by when you're always depressed for no reason. Maybe it's the change in weather. Call me weird, but I like the cold. It allows me to hibernate like the bear that I am. But this isn't a therapy session, its just a short post letting you guys know what I've been up to.

 Let's see. Well I finally got health insurance. :-). I've been without coverage about a year and a half now (partially because the gov'ts health sector is a joke, aannnd because I've been über L-A-Z-Y). What made me finally decide to walk alllll the way to Coney Island Hospital and get some insurance you ask? Simple. I was tired of using WebMD as my personal physician. Since I consider myself somewhat a hypochondriac, (word or the day! Google it!) if I got the smallest cough, sniffle, or spasm, I would quickly look up my symptoms on the very handy WebMD app and diagnose myself. In the past year and change I have "had" a Peptic Ulcer, Lumbar Strain, Thoracic Strain, Dementia, a Broken Foot, Mono, Bipolar Disorder, Gingivitis, Bird Flu etc. You name it, I diagnosed myself with it. After months of doing this I realized, the only way to actually confirm if I'm this diseased socially maladjusted psycho is to.....you guessed it, go to the doctor. On a serious note, It really showed me that something as simple as health insurance shouldn't be taken forgranted.

 What else? I've been on a mission to find my adorable baby cousin some pants and this mission is turning out to be Mission Impossible. He's a newborn, now 1 month old and to my surprise there are just about NO clothes, let alone pants, for little baby boys. For some reason this really frustrates the hell out of me!!! All I want are some damn pants!!!! Yet all I found were nothing but girls clothes and skirts, and pink, and glitter. It feels like a unicorn shitted glitter and rainbows in every children's section in every store EVER!!! This to me is injustice. I mean are all little boys suppose to roll up on people in their onesies, all indignant and what not? Don't they deserve clothes too? And why do most of their their little pants look like pum pum shorts? Enough is enough. I won't stop until something is my mission is complete.

 And the last little tidbit for the day? I had on probably the world's most itchiest weave. I mean I had no access to my scalp at all. It was so itchy I would scratch whatever skin I could find until I drew blood. Now I had this thing on for a montha nd people who know me know that I usually don't keep crap like this on my head for more than a couple of weeks. But I tried to get my money's worth and I did. My hair grew a bit HOWEVER, not before I shed more hair than a cat with Alopecia. It was horrible, but nothing is as bad as the little bald spot I now have from accidentally cutting my own hair in my attempt to remove the itchy concoction that was sewed upon my head. That's right, I said bald. As an eagle. Lucky my hair is natural so the naps just cover it up. Since my locs are very very very very very VERRRYYYYY fine, (I hate having fine hair btw, I feel like I'm gonna need Rogaine or hair plugs by the time I'm 25), if I had relaxed hair, I would look like this....

Yea. Enough said. The amount of hair loss I had trumped the growth. It's time I face the facts.  My weak strands are too fragile for a weave. So I'm gonna try and stay away as much as possible, (except June/July because I'm going to Cancun and my own hair can't take that safari heat).

 Anywhoo thats all the update I can think of now. I'll keep you guys posted on how Mission: Find Some Pants and Mission: Get an Official Check Up and Stop Playing MD.

 You ain't gotta go home, but you gots to get the hell up off my page!!!
 -S

100 Random Questions

100 Random Questions Phew! Enjoy.

1. How old will you be in five years? 27 years young
2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today? All of my co-workers
3. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks? Going to Cancun
4. What’s the last movie you saw? The Avengers (which was AWESOME!!!)
5. Where is your least favorite place to be? Work, school, and bored at home
6. Who was the last person you called? Mom
7. Who was the last person to call you? Mom (we were playing phone tag)
8. What is your favorite Christmas song? The entire Mariah Carey: Merry Christmas album. Her voice gives me goosebumps
9. What was the last text message you received? AT&T telling me I used up 65% of my monthly data
10. What is your biggest pet peeve? Do NOT get me started but from the top of my head people who act like they can't help themselves
11. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?  Unfortunately. That's all they sell nowadays
12.  Are your parents married/separated/divorced? Married
13.  When is the last time you saw your mom? A few minutes ago. I told her to go away.

14.    Where would you go if you could go anywhere? Backpacking through Europe. (And Heaven)

15.  Where do you think you’ll be in 10 years? That's what I'm trying to figure out. But probably living the American dream. Fake "happy" family, white picket fence surrounding my nearly foreclosed home, and buried neck deep in debt, but continuing to front like I've "made" it!

16.  Do you tan or burn? I was born tan ;-)

17.  What was the last thing that really made you laugh? Damnyouautocorrect.com. Auto correct is such a sick filthy pervert.

18.  Do you sleep with or without clothes on? With clothes on. (Til I get my own crib). I have to be proper, you know

19.  How many pillows do you sleep with? Two always. I always feel like I'm suffocating if I use only 1.

20.   What is your favorite season? Autumn and Spring.

21.   Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet? Shoes outside, bare feet at home, and socks on everyone else. Feet are gross.

22.   Are you a social person? Not according to my parents.

23.  What was the last thing you ate? My moms curry chicken and rice. Yum.

24.  How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average? I like to believe that I'm allergic to water so maybe one bottle a day.

25.   Do you sleep a certain way in bed?  Always have to face the wall.

26.   Have you ever been to Canada? Not yet but I hear it's very clean. *(hint hint New York).

27.  What do you like about winter? Snow, cold air, cloudy sky’s, people having clothes on, makes me feel like I’m in the movie Heidi.

28.   Do you have an addictive personality? I have a fear of getting addicted to things so I stop myself if I see it getting out of control.

29.   Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? My brother’s friend. What up K?

30.   Have you ever ridden in an ambulance? No but I do want to see what they have inside.

31.   Do you prefer an ocean or a pool? Pool because it's safer but I like the beach because you can pee in the ocean.

32.  Do you wear any jewelry 24/7? The necklace my dad bought me.

33.  What is your favorite TV show? I have lots, but the ones I never missed were Fresh Prince, Martin, Ugly Betty, The Office, King of Queens and New Girl

34.  Who is the hardest working person you know? My dad

35.   What is the main ring tone on your phone? "Candy Rain" by Soul For Real

36.  Do you still have clothes from when you were little? Yeah, my mom saved some for me to give to my little bambinos

37.  Do you turn off the water while you brush your teeth? I think I do.

38.   Do you flirt a lot? Only when I drink.

39.  What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Sweet and Sour sauce from McDonalds.

40.   Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket? No but I probably should have. Leadfoot.

41.   Do you read the newspaper? Sometimes, if it's around. Or if I feel like being depressed.

42.   Do you have any magazine subscriptions? DO I? Remember when I fell for that scam and ended up opting into a five-year subscription to 6 different magazines? Yep, I'm still in that thing. But I'm not paying so its cool.

43.  Do you dance in the car? Yes. Cars are just dance floors on wheels!

44.   What was the last note you scribbled on a piece of paper? A call number for a book.

45.  When was the last time you attended church? Easter. I'm not proud of it.

46.  Is trust a big issue for you?  Sometimes. People just play too many games.

47.  What are you excited for? Finally going to red lobster for the sole purpose of getting their cheddar biscuits. Oh yeah and Fleet Week.  I love sailors.

48.  Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?   It depends.

49.  Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?  I hope so

50.   What are you going to spend money on next? McDonalds wild berry smoothie. Who needs crack when you can have this?

51.   Are you starting to realize anything? Yeah. It’s going to be hard to go to the Laundromat when it’s raining like this.

52.  Are you in a good mood? No, because I just woke up.

53.   What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? If they kissed a girl: Aww Man.  If they kissed a boy: Aww Damn.

54.  Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? Absolutely not!

55.   Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? Nope. But I don't drink root beer.

56.   Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes but only incidentally.

57.   Who was the last person you danced with? My brother. It was a hilarious disaster but I had fun

58.   Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? I do everyday.

59.  Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? I embarrass myself in front of everybody. What do you think?

60.   Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Yes. Myself.

61.  Ever used a bow and arrow? Not yet but they’re offering an archery class on Groupon.  I'd be like Katniss from the Hunger Games.

62.  Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? My graduation last May.

63.  Do you think musicals are cheesy? Hell no. I love Glee

64.  Is Christmas stressful? Absolutely. On me and my wallet.

65.  . Ever eat a pierogi? I don't know what that is.

66.   Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Doctor/ballerina

67.  Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Always and I always call them.

68.  Take a vitamin daily? Every other day when I actually remember.

69.   Wear slippers? They're not JUST slippers. They're slippers that look like sneakers with the Patriots logo on them.

70.  What do you wear to bed? My jam jams.

71.  First concert? Eminem and Jay-Z

72.  Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Tar-jay all day 

73.   Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Sunflowers. Especially the flavored ones.

74.  Favorite Taylor Swift song? "You Belong with Me" and "Mean"

75.  Ever take dance lessons? Tried pole dancing a few times. Walked out with bruises, sore muscles, and a new respect for strippers.

76.   Do you study better with or without music? With during high school. But in college and grad school it's just an excuse to do anything else but study. But occasionally I'll throw it on.

77.   Regularly burn incense? No. Those things smell bad

78.   Ever won a contest? No but someone once prank called me and told me I won a contest. I didn't fall for it over the phone. But once I hung up I was hysterical with happiness. Sigh

79.  Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? Yes.

80.   Do you like to use post-it notes? I'm somewhat addicted to post-its.

81.   Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? All the time.

82.         Have you ever pooped in the woods? Umm No

83.        Do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing? Yes. There’s usually music playing in my head.

84.        Do you chew your pens and pencils? No because I usually find my writing utensils and that's unsanitary.

85.        What is your Song of the week? "Climax" Usher.

86.        Is it okay for guys to wear pink? I depends on the shade.

87.        Do you still watch cartoons? Whenever I can.

88.        Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? I'm not telling

89.        What movies could you watch over and over and still love? Pretty Woman and Breakfast at Tiffany's.

90.         Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? Hell no. My name is not Kardashian.

91.        Best thing to eat for breakfast? Bacon, egg, and cheese on a roll.

92.        What is your Chinese astrological sign? I'm pretty sure it's a snake.

93.        Who is better...Leno or Letterman? Screw them both. Team Coco.

94.         Own any record albums? Yes. The Saturday Night Fever soundtrack and Rhythm Nation: 1814

95.        Tea or coffee?  Both only if they're iced (hot drinks are weird).

96.        Can you swim well?  Can't swim at all.

97.         Are you patient? I use to be, than I started working in the library.

98.         Do you want to get married? Are you asking? (But the answer is eventually).

99.         Who was your HS crush? My Health Teacher (for three & a half years).

100.     Do you miss anyone right now? All of the Patriots players & football season in general. (My Sundays are empty).

See ya suckers
-S

Bitch It Out: Companies on Blast:Boycotting Sears

Hey Hey Hey........I'm Baaaaacckk!

I know I've been gone for a while, but I was feeling a bit uninspired (and really really lazy). But guilt started to set in and I realized that I owed it to my 3 followers to write at least a lil sumpin sumpin.  I was tryna figure out what topic to cover today.  This happened a few weeks ago but, I think it's fresh enough to talk about.

BOYCOTTING SEARS

I'm am officially boycotting Sears until they get a new CEO, CFO, COO, CEE-LO, what the fuck ever, because they suck monkey balls.  (This would actually have been a perfect People on Trial segment; but too much time has passed.  BUT DAMMIT  I WILL BE HEARD!)

So my dear cousin was having a baby shower and I orginally wanted to get her a gift on her registry, but after paying all my bills I was left with practially nickels and dimes.  So I decided to get her a baby activity playmat instead. I looked online and I found a cute one (BTW activity playmats for boys are as rare as Kim K with a white dude.....I'm talking to you Fisher Price). Anyways, so I found one at the Sears on Beverley and I ordered it for store pickup.  I got a confirmation email AND text saying the item was processed, paid for and ready for pick up, but me being my usual lazy bones self, I decided to pick it up after work on my way to the shower the next day. 

I get to Sears, I go inside and they send me back outside to an attached dungeon-looking warehouse for merchandise pick up.  The dude behind the desk didn't say hi or how can I help you, he just took the confirmation paper and went looking for my item.  I thought this was gonna be hit it and quit it you know, just show ID, get my package and go. BUT NOOOOO. I forgot this wasn't a successful chain like Babies'R'Us (Dammit I should've went there). I waited for about 8-10 minutes and the dork comes back empty handed and hands me back the reciept.  I'm looking at him like "first day at the job much?" But then he tells me I have to go back to the store and get a refund because what I ordered was OUT-OF-STOCK. (say wahhhhhhhh?)

I went from irritated to INFURIATED in 2.5.  Words can't describe has fucking pissed I was.  I just wanted to grab my receipt and start hitting the bastard in his face until his face was full of paper cuts. And paper cuts HURT! (I am getting so angry again just writing about this shit---rubbing earlobes---WOOSAH). Alright, alright. So I asked him, "What do you mean it's out of stock!?!  I got an email and a text message saying it was here.  Plus they took the money already!" He's all like idk about that, but it's not here. I should've told him don't get slapped, but I was pressed for time.  So I marched off, ready to set this store on fire, and I go upstairs and explained everything to the store clerk and asked for a refund.  He asked "are you sure it's here and not at Kings Plaza?"  I was like uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I think I know the difference between this one and the one in Kings Plaza.  The actually TOLD me they didn't have it. Can I get my money? The store clerk tells me the money won't show up back on my account until the following Wednesday.  I was like "ya'll sure ain't had no problem taking the money but when it comes time to give it back you guys sure take your sweet monkey-ass time huh?"

I told him I needed it NOW because the baby shower was happening as we were speaking.  So he said I can do an exchange for you.  You can check out what's on our shelves.  So I sigh, roll my eyes, and went to check out what they had on their shelves.  I get to their baby section and look at their shelves and i'm thinking to myself, "Well damn. No wonder my shit was out of stock. ya'll ain't got nothing on here!" There shelves were as bare as a Britney Spears' lady parts. The only thing I saw was some funky ass 3-in-1 baby blanky crap shit.  I grabbed it and he exchanged it for me and apologized for the inconvenience.  I asked to speak to the manager but by the time we were done (this whole ordeal took about an HOUR), I had to make a dash for it.

By the time I got to the shower, there were like 15 minutes left.  I felt so bad.  It was partially my fault for not taking care of this the day before but C'MON SON. What kind of business is this?  I wrote a strongly worded customer complaint, and have yet to hear back from them.  Sears is now public enemy No.1 (for now) and I am boycotting.  But my soul isn't completely blackened from this experience.  I have a heart, and as a Marketing major I'll give them some adivce. So to Sears, the self proclaimed No. 1 retailer and appliance store. Way to run a business to the ground. Remember the estimated 120 store closing you plan on having this year? Remember the decline in share prices? Remember merging with K-Mart, a company fresh off of it's own bankruptcy (which isn't doing too well itself?)  Remember the fact that even though all the numbers show a bankruptcy is in your near future, your current CEO denies the allegations.  You are on life support Sears.  My advice to you FIX IT AND FIX IT NOW!!!

(P.S. I ended up returning that crap and got what I should have gotten my cousin all along from another store. P.PS. Shout out to my cousin and her adorable bouncing baby boy 4/29/12).

HELL NO!!!

Boycott 2012
-S

Dumb Sh*t People Say: Library Edition

I work at the library. Still (sigh).  And although working in the library can have its perks and offer some cool experiences, I still have to deal with the people. And boy do some of these people say dumb shit. My fellow library workers, you know what I'm talking about.   I mean some of the things they say make you really wonder it the library system is failing the public and that library books are really just small, hollow boxes with confetti or liquor inside.  Some I decided why not share their “dumbassedness,” (not a word, but it’s the only word to describe the things I’m told on a day to day basis) with my fellow peeps? 

So here is a way too short list/rant of the stupid things I've heard and what I really wish I could say to them.  (This list was actually pretty hard to think up because after so many years of hearing them speak, I just began to tune them out).

1) (On paying a $12 fine on a late DVD) "Whoa! $12? For that amount, I could have just bought the DVD."

- No dip shit.  You'd have to pay about double that amount or more depending on the kind of DVD.   Consider it a bargain, be grateful and pay up.

                                                                                             

2) “I didn’t know they were due, I thought I could keep the books out for as long as I wanted.”

-Are you kidding me? Did you really think we’d buy material just to let people return them “whenever” they wanted?  No, hand it over, pay the fine and get out of my face.  By the way, if I ever need advice as to how to run a non-profit to the ground, I’ll give you a call.

3) “I don’t think I should have to pay this fine, because I came yesterday and you were closed.”

- Oh so you mean the entire eight hours that we were open yesterday (which you could have also called if you couldn’t make it) didn’t cut it for you huh? 

4) "Is it ok for me to eat in here?"

- Is it ok for me to slap you?  I'm sure your answer is gonna be NO, (unless you're into that weird stuff but that’s neither here nor there). So guess what my answers gonna to be. We may be in a different era, but traditional library rules still apply.  So take your four course meal somewhere else. (People have actually come in with straight up entrees, trimmings and all).

5) "I'm going to sue you!"

- FINALLY! Someone who's willing to take the $40K in student loans off my shoulders.  You want to sue me? Be my guest! I have nothing to offer but debt. :-)

6)”The library should be open 7 days a week.”

- Look here buddy.   I don’t know if you have a life, but I do (well not really but still). There are plenty of other places that offer that service. The last thing I want to do is spend 7 days of the week in the library, especially knowing you’re going to be there.

7) “The bathroom is so disgusting.  It really needs to be cleaned”

- Watchu telling me for? Do I look like a janitor (don’t answer that). Are you honestly surprised? Instead of carrying on and on about how disgusting a PUBLIC bathroom is, how about you tell your fellow patrons, the ones who actually use the bathroom, to stop bathing in the sink and splashing in toilet. 

                                

8) “Can I use the staff bathroom?”

- Umm….are you staff?  No?  Then there’s your answer.  We were nice enough to give you guys a bathroom in the first place.  There are stores that make you buy something first.  Stop being greedy and go stand over there.

9) "..................." (This is when a patron walks up to you without saying a word, makes you scan their card for no reason, and the two of you have an awkward staring contest until someone breaks the ice).

- “…………....?!?!?”(When they finally let me know what they want, sometimes I tell them that I just thought they wanted to hear the scanner make the beeping sound).

Seriously, I couldn’t think up the last one to make it a nice evenly round 10.  Plus I’m studying for upcoming exams so get over it.

So there you have it.  A small glimpse at that sadness dropped on my door step five days a week.  It may not sound too dumb or too stupid to some of you.  But hear me when I say.  Some of these people are all out simple.  And it’s not just with their words, but also with their actions. Walking around barefoot-feet smellin-,pooing on chairs, bringing their entire fleet of bedbugs and roaches in with them, old ladies threatening to beat up other old ladies.  It’s World War III out here people.

Maybe next time, I’ll make a list of what I’ve seen.  I’ll just have to go to a hypnotist to try to remember, then back to a therapist to try to forget.

Th- th- th- That’s all folks

-S