A Valentine's Day I'll never forget pt 1: The Flowers that never came

Where do I begin? My Valentine's Day was a bust. Oh it started out well enough. My gifts were a big hit. The girls at work were blown away and one even gave me a hug! Everyone seemed to love the goodies I had out at my desk.

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.

baby pics of ed

so ed's mom showed us an album of eds's baby pics. i plan to scan them. but until i can do that i took a few pics with my camera. the first two are ed. isn't he precious?



this one is the cutest! its manny, ed's oldest brother (in the middle) holding adam (left: ed's younger brother) and ed on the right! how adorable!!!!

valentines i made

i made these for my co-workers


i also made a sign. i'll put this sign up on my desk next to a bowl of candy and another bowl of vday cookies. and this is the envelope for the card i made for my grandma


inside all the bags is one balloon, one stuffed animal, and a whole lot of vday candy. i think they'll be really surprised and happy! :)

a work rant

my work motto:

i'll work hard during office hours. i'll even stay late if needed. but not everyday. and when office hours are over i'm off call. unless some major emergency goes down and i'm needed to come in for a couple of hours and help. however i've never been in a position important enough to warrant something like that happening.

i say this because i was in the elevator coming up from the parking garage with this young girl who was obviously a cpb employee. and to make small talk i said "is it just me or are the weekends not long enough?" to which i expected a response like "oh tell me about it" or "i know!" but instead got this response "well get used to it. its always gonna feel like that on mondays." what a bitch. and that just about sums up the attitude of the people here. god forbid you say anything even remotely negative. or complain about anything. any normal person with a 9-5 job (especially those with families) will gripe about how the weekends are too short. and they fucking are! you work 5 days a week and get 2 off. in what universe is that fair? and chances are that one of those days is spent running errands you couldn't do during the week so its not really relaxing. its work. so you basically get ONE day a week to truly relax.

i really don't like the attitudes of people here. i mean they all work way too hard. i'm just not one of them. its a casual atmosphere sure. but don't let that fool you. they devote their whole lives to this job. they eat breath and sleep their jobs. thats not what i'm about. unless i'm high up in the company or have my own business i don't think i'll ever be like that. unless maybe i absolutely love what i do. even then there are boundaries. the main reason, i think, that these people are the way they are is because they're young and ambitious. they're fresh out of college and single. they don't have families. so they don't mind devoting their lives to work. what else do they have? but i came into this job with a family. and my family is only going to get bigger. and to me family is top priority. its one thing to have one person in the family working but to have both working makes things complicated. you never see each other. the only thing i have is the weekend. the short weekend. and if i want to come in all fucking tired on monday and say the weekend was too short then let me fucking say whatever i want.

stop making me feel like my working hard doesn't register because YOU worked just as hard if not harder as an intern. stop making me feel like i can't complain like any normal person can. i don't know if this is the place for me. if this is what the mentality is like i don't know how long i'll last here. i just feel like if you want to work hard its your prerogative to do so. but don't push that on to me. just because i'm not killing myself or working overtime doesn't mean i'm not getting the job done.

*edit*
to be fair it's the industry. this kind of industry moves fast. and this company especially. they pride themselves in doing things 3 times faster than the other guy. i would be just as happy to work for the other guy to be honest. if the pay was the same, the casual dress was the same but everything wasn't churned out in 3 weeks. i'm less concerned with being in the "best" company and more concerned with finding a job thats the right fit for me.

one of the best things i've ever seen

Kanye's Grammy's Performance of Stronger and Hey Mama

Best quote ever

My supervisor to me:

"Thanks for staying late today. If you were getting paid I would say you need a raise."

ahh... Its so sad its funny. 

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