The horrors of teh Con Suite
So! Hi everyone. Its been awhile whats happened..Hmm I don't have a job anymore, but that may be changing shortly, more on that later. I finally got birth control again! YAY and because I didnt have a job I got a $400 service done absolutely free!!! I got a sub-dermal implant called Implanon. It is a small matchstick sized thingy implanted under the skin of my upper arm 3 or 4 inches below my left armpit. It was god awfully painful for about a week I could barely move my arm to the point where my joints were weak when I started to try and move my arm. Now its all healed up with only a slight bump and a dark sport where they jammed the 6 gauge needle in my arm. Here is the kicker: One one of the side effects are increased menstrual flow.
At first I joked about that because I haven't had a period in 6 months. The doctor says its stress but I think thats just a catch all for "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you" So when my period came fore the first time in ages I was kinda excited and relieved. I was unaware of the torrential outpouring of "OH GOD THATS BIGGER THAN MY DOG". Thirteen days and over 40 super strength tampons later ITS STILL NOT DONE. While it is tapering off its going :((
The worst part of it all is I was bleeding the worst all the way through Comicon. ARG do you know how hard it is to change a tampon in a full skirt and a full leather corset? Sure I looked sexy as fuck but was it really worth it?
On my Con rant; The way I got my ticket was through working the the con suite for 9 hours. OH THE HUMANITY. The wave of people I was subjected to was ungodly. The moment you put that food out people descend upon it like locusts its FREAKISH. The mess people leave behind them like we are some kind of bus boy? WTF
My biggest irk of all is people who get their panties in a twist when we don't let them leave the suite with food. 1st off people the food is FREE we are offering you free food show some fucking humbleness maybe a thank you? 2ndly the hotel is bending the rules majorly by allowing us to provide food from our own sources, usually they only allow food catered by the hotel itself don't throw a hissy fit because we dont want you walking around the Marriott spilling chips and salsa everywhere like you do in the con suite. Table clothes can be thrown away expensive furniture cannot.
And for you the asshole who took off in a snit because we wouldn't let you take the food out then proceeded to complain to the nice only lady security guard, hired specifically to watch the con suite along with the films and rgp suite. You Mr.AssGrande felt compelled to come back to me to let me know you snuck out a pocket full of m&ms I hope they melt in your dick head pockets.
I wish he came back because we would have been able to yank his con badge.
At first I joked about that because I haven't had a period in 6 months. The doctor says its stress but I think thats just a catch all for "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you" So when my period came fore the first time in ages I was kinda excited and relieved. I was unaware of the torrential outpouring of "OH GOD THATS BIGGER THAN MY DOG". Thirteen days and over 40 super strength tampons later ITS STILL NOT DONE. While it is tapering off its going :((
The worst part of it all is I was bleeding the worst all the way through Comicon. ARG do you know how hard it is to change a tampon in a full skirt and a full leather corset? Sure I looked sexy as fuck but was it really worth it?
On my Con rant; The way I got my ticket was through working the the con suite for 9 hours. OH THE HUMANITY. The wave of people I was subjected to was ungodly. The moment you put that food out people descend upon it like locusts its FREAKISH. The mess people leave behind them like we are some kind of bus boy? WTF
My biggest irk of all is people who get their panties in a twist when we don't let them leave the suite with food. 1st off people the food is FREE we are offering you free food show some fucking humbleness maybe a thank you? 2ndly the hotel is bending the rules majorly by allowing us to provide food from our own sources, usually they only allow food catered by the hotel itself don't throw a hissy fit because we dont want you walking around the Marriott spilling chips and salsa everywhere like you do in the con suite. Table clothes can be thrown away expensive furniture cannot.
And for you the asshole who took off in a snit because we wouldn't let you take the food out then proceeded to complain to the nice only lady security guard, hired specifically to watch the con suite along with the films and rgp suite. You Mr.AssGrande felt compelled to come back to me to let me know you snuck out a pocket full of m&ms I hope they melt in your dick head pockets.
I wish he came back because we would have been able to yank his con badge.