Cookies and Candy
People kept coming by and saying how sweet it was of me and thanking me and taking cookies. I was in a great mood. I was expecting something from ed (some special delivery of flowers or something) since I had been hinting at it for weeks. I kept seeing bouquets of flowers at the front desk and thinking "I don't have an office phone, how will they contact me? I better listen for a page." They page people and its hard to understand what they say. Lunch rolls around and I still have nothing. I'm pretty bumbed. I go to pick up Ed for lunch. Which is a mission in itself because I have to drive from my job to his, pick him up, come back to my job, park, walk to the Cheesecake Factory, eat, come back to the car, drive him back, then drive back to my job. It ended up taking a bit over 2 hours. I guess between that, the stress of worrying that i'm taking 2 hours for a 1 hour lunch, and the fact that I hadn't gotten anything for Vday just didn't make me feel very romantic. It was a pleasant lunch. Ed was trying but I just wasn't being very receptive.
Then the entire rest of the day I kept telling the girl I'm interning for to let me know if she needs me to do anything. I had stayed an hour and a half late he day before because she waited till the last minute to send some stuff out to award shows. The whole day I was like "do you need me to do anything? i wanna get a head start because i can't stay late today" and she says no. She's doing other things and has nothing for me. Meanwhile its almost the end of the day and I never got anything from Ed. I'm assuming at this point that he didn't get me anything. Possibly because we decided to do VDAY cards on Friday. I was sad. Finally Ed ims me and says "did you get a special delivery today?" and I said no. He tells me that he sent me something and according to tracking it arrived at 11:30 am and was signed for by the mail guy "rick". Oh! ok! Let me go check with Rick. I check with Rick and he says he needs a tracking number. So I have to go back upstairs (I already wasn't feeling well) to get that. I come back down and he says he doesn't have that tracking number, he never got that package. I said well it says you signed for it. He says well its not here. I looked around and didn't see it. He says it might have been scanned but mistakingly stayed with the driver or was delivered to another place. This is when I start to break down. Its been a rough week and this day just keeps getting worse. I started crying. I couldn't hold back the tears. Here I go out of my way to make everyone else feel special and then I get screwed.
I called UPS. Don't get me started on how hard it was to actually speak to a real representative. They said they would contact the driver and get back to me. Meanwhile the girl I work for tells me at 5:30pm (i leave at 6pm) that we have to start shipping something out for an award show. Mind you, this takes a couple of hours. I like her, I do. But this was just the last straw for me. Because I told her all day to put me on something. I was starting to lose it, big time. Luckily around 6:15 I said I have to go soon though. She looked at the time and said "oh shit its 6:15, go ahead and leave." Which I am very thankful for. And frankly I just wanted to get the hell out of there.
I picked up Ed, we got food from Sergios (Bistec Empanizado, Arroz cone frijoles, y maduros) flowers, a cake, and some candles and went to my grandmother's house. It was her birthday and we decided to spend the evening with her and celebrate Valentines Day on Friday. While on the road UPS called and said that the driver said he remembered Rick signing for it and he doesn't have it on his truck. Then they basically said "oh well, its not us, we don't have it. Sucks to be you." So fine. I just let it go. Forget it. Its gone. Let's just go to Abuela's house.
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