Out of Warranty
No, I didn't abandon you. I remain here in Colorado Springs, faithfully yours, as resilient and stubborn as ever. I've been busy, things have been happening, and my inability to post is regrettable, but nevertheless, a truth of life. Sara is bad at keeping her blog updated. Always has been. My bad. It's also true that I'm incapable of keeping any kind of physical journal or diary. I've only ever been able to successfully complete one in my entire life. I was very proud of myself, needless to say. That was, however, two years ago. I've made several attempts at it since then; all futile. This LJ account has been my best efforts at keeping one though. I've had it for almost three years, you know. So cut me a break, yeah? I'm trying here.
So let's see. I graduated from high skool and all that jazz. It was a joyous day. I know many of you read my multitudes of rants about the daily anal rapeage that is the four torturous years of high skool we all must endure. So when it came to a close, I was fairly ecstatic to say goodbye. All of my good friends save for Jess retreated into college life, but I decided to sit out skool for a while, just for a change of scenery. There's still too much I want to do before re-committing to the bastardly regime of skool life. I continued to work at the sushi bar for sometime after that, and I believe that some may know of my exploits with one Victor Carbonell, who recently acquired the prestigous title of EX. There's a good story behind that development, which I will defintely go into in a bit.
I started working at Cingular, which was a great stroke of luck in many ways. I've been working there for almost three months now, and I've fallen into the steady working routine required of me, as a good little worker bee. Actually, there's less butt molesting than I had anticipated, and the money is pretty decent. I'm still getting used to the idea of being paid an hourly wage higher than the cost of a large soda at the gas station. Tips were replaced by this thing called COMMISSION, which is a lovely idea, and generates a significantly better check than I was recieving before. My brother is convinced that I now make "like a million dollars a day." Not as true as I would like it to be, but I most definitely appreciate the increase in the pimp-tight cash moneys. My job is simple enough. I sell people cell phones and the appropriate accesories for them. I was recently asked to go part-time, as the company suffers from extreme retardation that results in them hiring too many people and not being able to keep all of them on a full-time salary without going broke. But it was that or be terminated. Not much of a choice there. Thanks for that, you motherfuckers.
Anyway, with the money my job has been generating, I was able to buy a new car too. My humble (and by humble I mean peice of shit broke-ass old cardboard box on wheels) Mitsubishi Mirage bit the dust in a painful and dramatic way a mere two months after I started driving it. I threw a rod through the oil pan one morning on my way to Denver for job training, causing lots of loud bangs and smells similar to that of a yak on fire. It actually caused me to get kicked out of training. I'm such a rebel. Anyway, my friend and coworker Nikki had recently purchased a hot ass 2006 Saturn Ion, and I really liked the look of it, so I bought one used for about 11K. It's a 2004, so it's fairly new, with 34,000 miles on it initially, and it's a sort of deep red colour. I like it. It's a six cylinder, so it's a shit-ton faster than my old car. I named it Betsy, after a certain Urban Decay lipgloss I'm quite fond of that's similar to it in color.
Although I was very chuffed with myself for making such a big, grown-up decision, that was the big highlight of my first month here at Cingular. Really, things started falling apart in my life practically the moment I began working there. I had been having some problems with Victor for a long time, and we were fighting pretty much everyday. It was starting to wear really thin on my nerves, and I was becoming increasingly unhappy in the relationship. Aside from that, I was starting to develop some real feelings for someone else as well. Feelings that I was having a very difficult time supressing. For my coworker. Who happens to be thirteen years older than I. Yeah, bit of a problem there. I was having a hard time coming to terms with my feelings for these two people, when all of a sudden my mom and step-dad decided to go and get a divorce. They ended it on very bad terms, and the whole surrounding situation makes me a little sick to my stomach. Ed moved out of the house and is currently renting a huge Victorian style house downtown, leaving my mom and brother at the house. My mom is searching for a job at the moment, and has sold a substantial amount of her possessions on eBay recently to help out.
Victor and I broke up on Halloween. We had a massive fight, complete with outside voices, crying, confessions, and a general consensus that it was, without a doubt, over. I was both relieved and torn up about it. I was in love with him, and at first it was hard for me not to cling to that old feeling, but I had an easier time moving on than I thought I would. I moved out and back in with my mom and brother, resuming life as the daughter, and taking up residence back in my old room. It felt surprisingly good to be back in my own bed again. It took a stupid amount of time to get all of my clothing and other crap out of his house, but I finally did it, and it's nice to know that aside from the furniture in his garage that belongs to me, I've tied up all the loose ends and I can really move on.
So this thing with my coworker. I suppose I ought to delve a little deeper into how that whole situation evolved. My first day on the job, he introduced himself to me, and made a point to announce that he knew that I worked with another Asian Spencer over at the sushi bar. A tale of two Spencers. This one happened to be really atrociously hot. Of course my boss thought it would be a novel idea to set me up as his shadow, so I appeared at his side day after day, peering over his shoulder to see what he was doing, follwing his steps across the store as he talked with customers, and nodding and smiling in my best Vanna White imitation whenever I was asked a question. He had a certain demeanor about him that I found intriguing and alluring, and despite my best efforts, I found myself attracted to him and unable to hide that from Victor. Needless to say, he was not pleased. I promised that I would try my best to put those feelings aside, no matter what it took. But the more I was around Spencer, the more I found I couldn't hide my feelings. It would have been easy if he had just been a hot, charming Asian guy, but he had to be especially smart, kind, with a sense of humour better than Eddie Izzard. We had conversations about good 80's music, Japan, and living in the city. We found it ironic that I, as the white girl, knew more Japanese than him, the Japanese guy.
To make an extremely long story short, after I broke up with Victor, things between Spencer and I developed into a relationship. We're both really happy, and things are going really well. Granted, it's often a challenge that we work together, although the equipment room has its uses... and sometimes he feels like he's going to hell for dating someone so much younger than himself, (especially when I dropped the bomb that the Olsen twins are actually older than I am, ahahahaha) but I'm happy. We're going to visit his family in Hawaii sometime this April, although I forsee that physically getting me back on the plane will prove to be difficult if it's anything close to as beautiful as I've been told. We need to win the Powerball. That's all there is to it. We wouldn't have to live in cold-ass Colorado and endure the asslancery of EVERYTHING CLOSING AT 8... WHAT THE FUCK IS THE PURPOSE OF THAT?!?! Anwyay...
These past few months I've also learned to be more careful when it comes to keeping my belongings at closer range. It is a very distressing situation to learn that your purse, which contained about $150 worth of M.A.C cosmetics, $70 Escada perfume, one of my company usage phone, as well as my driver's license and credit card is missing. When I returned once more, conscious of my shame at being kicked out previously from training in Denver, my two coworkers Nikki and Shane as well as myself were sitting in a McDonald's, and the next thing I knew, my purse was gone. I plan to boycott McDonald's for not hiring employees that speak any fucking english when I call and ask if they've found a purse and all I get in response is "Que?" I also plan to beat myself quite thouroughly about the head and neck for being so completely idiotic and not surgically attaching the bag to my arm. Needless to say, I was a bit distraught. But life goes on, and karma is one hell of a bitch.
Now that it's 2006... I'm looking back at all the things I've said and done, at all the people I've met, loved, and hurt... and it's scary that 365 days went by in such a whirlwind. I'm starting to learn to value everyday and remember the people in my life that mean so much to me, because it's true that you can never truly tell when it will all come crashing to a close. I've learned to say exactly what you feel and mean it when you say it, because who knows when you'll get another chance at it? Life's far too short to sit around and wish for something to happen to you; you have to make it happen. You have to give a damn, and seriously have a desire for it. There are a lot of things that I'm not proud of that I've done, many happened this year, and although I regret them, I wouldn't necessarily re-do any of them. I've learned too much from my mistakes to wany anything more than what I know and what I have. My New Year's resolution this year is to be happy with myself and with my life, and not to be so hard on myself about the little insignificant things that you end up forgetting about in a few weeks anyhow. I hope that everyone has a great year and continues to be happy in everything they do.
Love, Sara
So let's see. I graduated from high skool and all that jazz. It was a joyous day. I know many of you read my multitudes of rants about the daily anal rapeage that is the four torturous years of high skool we all must endure. So when it came to a close, I was fairly ecstatic to say goodbye. All of my good friends save for Jess retreated into college life, but I decided to sit out skool for a while, just for a change of scenery. There's still too much I want to do before re-committing to the bastardly regime of skool life. I continued to work at the sushi bar for sometime after that, and I believe that some may know of my exploits with one Victor Carbonell, who recently acquired the prestigous title of EX. There's a good story behind that development, which I will defintely go into in a bit.
I started working at Cingular, which was a great stroke of luck in many ways. I've been working there for almost three months now, and I've fallen into the steady working routine required of me, as a good little worker bee. Actually, there's less butt molesting than I had anticipated, and the money is pretty decent. I'm still getting used to the idea of being paid an hourly wage higher than the cost of a large soda at the gas station. Tips were replaced by this thing called COMMISSION, which is a lovely idea, and generates a significantly better check than I was recieving before. My brother is convinced that I now make "like a million dollars a day." Not as true as I would like it to be, but I most definitely appreciate the increase in the pimp-tight cash moneys. My job is simple enough. I sell people cell phones and the appropriate accesories for them. I was recently asked to go part-time, as the company suffers from extreme retardation that results in them hiring too many people and not being able to keep all of them on a full-time salary without going broke. But it was that or be terminated. Not much of a choice there. Thanks for that, you motherfuckers.
Anyway, with the money my job has been generating, I was able to buy a new car too. My humble (and by humble I mean peice of shit broke-ass old cardboard box on wheels) Mitsubishi Mirage bit the dust in a painful and dramatic way a mere two months after I started driving it. I threw a rod through the oil pan one morning on my way to Denver for job training, causing lots of loud bangs and smells similar to that of a yak on fire. It actually caused me to get kicked out of training. I'm such a rebel. Anyway, my friend and coworker Nikki had recently purchased a hot ass 2006 Saturn Ion, and I really liked the look of it, so I bought one used for about 11K. It's a 2004, so it's fairly new, with 34,000 miles on it initially, and it's a sort of deep red colour. I like it. It's a six cylinder, so it's a shit-ton faster than my old car. I named it Betsy, after a certain Urban Decay lipgloss I'm quite fond of that's similar to it in color.
Although I was very chuffed with myself for making such a big, grown-up decision, that was the big highlight of my first month here at Cingular. Really, things started falling apart in my life practically the moment I began working there. I had been having some problems with Victor for a long time, and we were fighting pretty much everyday. It was starting to wear really thin on my nerves, and I was becoming increasingly unhappy in the relationship. Aside from that, I was starting to develop some real feelings for someone else as well. Feelings that I was having a very difficult time supressing. For my coworker. Who happens to be thirteen years older than I. Yeah, bit of a problem there. I was having a hard time coming to terms with my feelings for these two people, when all of a sudden my mom and step-dad decided to go and get a divorce. They ended it on very bad terms, and the whole surrounding situation makes me a little sick to my stomach. Ed moved out of the house and is currently renting a huge Victorian style house downtown, leaving my mom and brother at the house. My mom is searching for a job at the moment, and has sold a substantial amount of her possessions on eBay recently to help out.
Victor and I broke up on Halloween. We had a massive fight, complete with outside voices, crying, confessions, and a general consensus that it was, without a doubt, over. I was both relieved and torn up about it. I was in love with him, and at first it was hard for me not to cling to that old feeling, but I had an easier time moving on than I thought I would. I moved out and back in with my mom and brother, resuming life as the daughter, and taking up residence back in my old room. It felt surprisingly good to be back in my own bed again. It took a stupid amount of time to get all of my clothing and other crap out of his house, but I finally did it, and it's nice to know that aside from the furniture in his garage that belongs to me, I've tied up all the loose ends and I can really move on.
So this thing with my coworker. I suppose I ought to delve a little deeper into how that whole situation evolved. My first day on the job, he introduced himself to me, and made a point to announce that he knew that I worked with another Asian Spencer over at the sushi bar. A tale of two Spencers. This one happened to be really atrociously hot. Of course my boss thought it would be a novel idea to set me up as his shadow, so I appeared at his side day after day, peering over his shoulder to see what he was doing, follwing his steps across the store as he talked with customers, and nodding and smiling in my best Vanna White imitation whenever I was asked a question. He had a certain demeanor about him that I found intriguing and alluring, and despite my best efforts, I found myself attracted to him and unable to hide that from Victor. Needless to say, he was not pleased. I promised that I would try my best to put those feelings aside, no matter what it took. But the more I was around Spencer, the more I found I couldn't hide my feelings. It would have been easy if he had just been a hot, charming Asian guy, but he had to be especially smart, kind, with a sense of humour better than Eddie Izzard. We had conversations about good 80's music, Japan, and living in the city. We found it ironic that I, as the white girl, knew more Japanese than him, the Japanese guy.
To make an extremely long story short, after I broke up with Victor, things between Spencer and I developed into a relationship. We're both really happy, and things are going really well. Granted, it's often a challenge that we work together, although the equipment room has its uses... and sometimes he feels like he's going to hell for dating someone so much younger than himself, (especially when I dropped the bomb that the Olsen twins are actually older than I am, ahahahaha) but I'm happy. We're going to visit his family in Hawaii sometime this April, although I forsee that physically getting me back on the plane will prove to be difficult if it's anything close to as beautiful as I've been told. We need to win the Powerball. That's all there is to it. We wouldn't have to live in cold-ass Colorado and endure the asslancery of EVERYTHING CLOSING AT 8... WHAT THE FUCK IS THE PURPOSE OF THAT?!?! Anwyay...
These past few months I've also learned to be more careful when it comes to keeping my belongings at closer range. It is a very distressing situation to learn that your purse, which contained about $150 worth of M.A.C cosmetics, $70 Escada perfume, one of my company usage phone, as well as my driver's license and credit card is missing. When I returned once more, conscious of my shame at being kicked out previously from training in Denver, my two coworkers Nikki and Shane as well as myself were sitting in a McDonald's, and the next thing I knew, my purse was gone. I plan to boycott McDonald's for not hiring employees that speak any fucking english when I call and ask if they've found a purse and all I get in response is "Que?" I also plan to beat myself quite thouroughly about the head and neck for being so completely idiotic and not surgically attaching the bag to my arm. Needless to say, I was a bit distraught. But life goes on, and karma is one hell of a bitch.
Now that it's 2006... I'm looking back at all the things I've said and done, at all the people I've met, loved, and hurt... and it's scary that 365 days went by in such a whirlwind. I'm starting to learn to value everyday and remember the people in my life that mean so much to me, because it's true that you can never truly tell when it will all come crashing to a close. I've learned to say exactly what you feel and mean it when you say it, because who knows when you'll get another chance at it? Life's far too short to sit around and wish for something to happen to you; you have to make it happen. You have to give a damn, and seriously have a desire for it. There are a lot of things that I'm not proud of that I've done, many happened this year, and although I regret them, I wouldn't necessarily re-do any of them. I've learned too much from my mistakes to wany anything more than what I know and what I have. My New Year's resolution this year is to be happy with myself and with my life, and not to be so hard on myself about the little insignificant things that you end up forgetting about in a few weeks anyhow. I hope that everyone has a great year and continues to be happy in everything they do.
Love, Sara