Doom and Gloom

I must be easy to talk to. Throughout the day a couple of regulars will pop and in and out and spill their guts about whatever. One wants a divorce and is having an affair, one is married and separated, living with another guy and trying to get pregnant, the other has cancer... I can go on. Apparently I am a good listener and typically can provide a calm, rational opinion. But, no one ever takes it. So, there goes the daily routine of the same dicussions over and over.

I have been told that I am really hard to get to know and come across distant and snobby. However, once a person gets to know me they let on that they originally felt this way and can't believe it. I have heard this so many times I can't count. I do agree that I have a very dry sense of humor and roll my eyes a lot - but why do these people keep coming back for more and more? While I try to be patient and sensitive, I dish out the brutal truth. Love it or leave it.

Secretly I really don't like people.

I have a best friend that I have known for 22 years. She makes me nuts. She is nuts. Thank God we don't live in the same town anymore, we would not be best friends.

I have two extremely close friends that I have known for only about 10 years. They are both loud. Like so loud you want to cringe in public. If I had to see them every day, we would not be friends.

Besides my mom, these are the only three people that can bitch me out. They have seen me at my worst and have never left my side. I just do not let everyone in.

My point to all this is - I am tired. Tired of listening to the same shit every day. I want my friends and need a drink. Doom and gloom is off my shoulders today, it's blue birds and rainbows!

Memories

I live near Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University. Back in the day I dated aspiring pilots and engineers from this school since the pickin's of locals is and always will be pathetic. On a side note - I am not a Daytona Beach local, I am a displaced, bad driver from the North. So, low and behold I married an ERAU grad.

Ok, so - I am at the mall. While at the check out counter at Macy's the girl at the register keeps smiling at someone behind me very "cutesy." I turn around and slowly approaching is an ERAU flight instructor (I know from the uniform). He drops his flight bag behind the counter and steps off to the side to wait for her to finish up with me. I, of course am staring at him being taken back to "those times." 18-19 years old, working at the mall, thinking that I have ended up with someone who will take me out of this town and live an exciting, lavish lifestyle. Making all my friends jealous, planning a future of travel and ease. ding!ding!ding! I jolt out of the memory and begin to feel a little sorry for her. She has no idea.

It is 18 years later, about 10 boyfriends later, two college degrees and tons of life experiences. I am so lucky. Who knows, maybe they will be just as lucky. I desperately wanted to pull her to the side, shake her really hard and tell her "don't do it! He will break your heart! You will be poor for years!" But, I woudn't be where I am now if someone had done that to me. I had my heart broken terribly and swore off men in aviation forever. I decided that they are all cheaters, liars, pompous and selfish. Lucky for me the support I was given got me through and I found myself falling in love with a person, not a pilot.

While he still makes my heart skip when he is in his uniform, I prefer him in flip flops and shorts with gigantic flowers on them. I am proud of him when he talks about his job, because he is intelligent. He is precious when curled up asleep with the dog, and when he gets back from a trip.

Hopefully the girl at Macy's loves him - not his job.

A Second Job

So, after our morning meeting today we decided that we all need to get second jobs. Keep in mind, we are all college educated people that have been in this field for 10 years or more. Most of us are married, some with kids, all with mortgages.... but, this is what we are considering - cashiers at Lowe's or Home Depot (to stock up for Hurricanes), Publix or Sweet Bay (will know about two-for-ones and specials before everyone else) or Wal-mart. I was thinking I could work at one of those shi-shi wine places that does the tastings or the tanning bed.

Seriously, there is not a problem - yet. It seems like every airline is cutting back or asking for vountary furloughs. The latest being Air Tran. Again, this is not our airline - but, slight anxiety is building. I am trying to get pregnant. Just when the economy is in the crapper and things will be a little tight. Damnit.

On another note, still planning a little getaway. Yes, I am bitching about finances - but the funds were set aside quite some time ago so I can justify the expense :) We need to do this before Hurricanes become a part of our every day. It's always something.

I have become addicted to cinammon candies. Red Hots, Cinammon disks, Big Red gum... I have no feeling left in tongue, but I have great breath!!

Bring On The Rain

My husband has a yard obsession. Not just your average mow the lawn, weed-wack around the bushes - he is a freak. I have no doubt that my water bill is going to be through the roof.

It finally rained here yesterday. Every morning for the past like month we have stood oustide on the porch and said "yep, definitely rain today." And it hasn't, until yesterday. Everyone in my office ran to the door and stared at the sky as if there was some amazing phenominon occuring. "It's like a hurricane," "maybe there is a tornado." God, we are unbelievable losers. The best part is I took my shoes off and ran to my car only for it to stop raining once I headed West. The damn suit just came out of the dry cleaners and now it has to go back.

I need to figure out a way to cut the cost of dry cleaning. I will admit I wear my suit several times before taking it in... but I need to drag this out even further. Those dryell whatever thingys for the dryer at home DO NOT WORK. I can wash Cpt. J's shirts at home, starch and iron them ourselves and that does help - but I can't wash a $200 suit.

Needless to say, while it poured at my house yesterday, Cpt. J put the freakin' sprinklers on this morning. We do have the greenest grass on the street, but I am do make the tree hugging attempt and I am not thrilled about the use of water.

Pretty soon we will be back on water restriction.

We are trying for the 4 day work week in my office. Keepin' the fingers crossed to save at least one day on gas. This sucks.

Over.