I'm Famous in Very Small Cirlces

I went to pick up my car today after work.  I left work at 5:00 PM knowing exactly where I needed to go to retrieve my vehicle.  I started heading towards the collision repair center and realized I was not on the correct highway. I have navigation on my phone, but chose not to use it at first.  As my stress level rose due to the fear I would not make it the collision repair center before 6:00 PM (when they close), I decided to use the navigation.  Unfortunately, I kept ignoring the full route on my phone because I thought I knew better.  There is no logic in my thought process, I am aware.  During this time, my rental's gas tank had reached empty and my phone was about to die (I didn't have charging capabilities).  Then I started whining to myself and thought about crying.

After driving all around the city of Las Colinas and Irving, I finally made to to David McDavid Collision Repair.  It was 6:05 PM when I arrived.  I asked a guy standing outside the place if anyone was still in there and he said he didn't know.  I went ahead and parked and ambled my way to the door (today was not the day to wear five inch heels [I'm not even sure I should be allowed wear heels]).  I passed my car along the way and noticed my front license plate did not exist.  I was elated when the door opened and there was a nice man inside who was expecting me (a little weird).  I asked about the missing license plate and he said I would have to order another.  I said, "The fun never ends" and started to say I've not had a good time with this car repair, mentioned that I left my tolltag in the first rental, had to pay for the lost tag, and then started to tell him about the two flat tires I had on the same day in the first rental.  Before I could get the story out, he said, "Oh, I know about your flat tires.".  I looked at him and said, "Are you being serious?".  He said, "I am being serious.  Stories like that float around.  Tell me your version.".  I really could not believe this and asked how he heard and he said the guys at Enterprise on their campus were talking about it and that other people had been telling the story.  I mentioned I thought it's sort of like I'm famous and he corrected me and said, "It's more like you're infamous." OUCH!

I paid my deductible, went and got gas in the rental, dropped of the rental key, and got in my car.  I immediately noticed that they did not clean any of the interior, left trash in the trunk, the car smells like a cross between a band-aid and a barn, and a speaker that I had a problem with prior to the wreck was still just as problematic as ever.  I will now be scraping velcro off my windshield where my tolltag once was, paying to have the car cleaned, ordering a license plate, and making an appointment to take my car in to have the speaker fixed (or whatever is wrong near the speaker).

Yep, I Have a Boyfriend

It's a funny story. I ran into Steven Latham at La Duni NorthPark the week I found out about my ex, Scott, cheating on me , which was near the end of August. A few months prior to the run in, I sent a FB post of Steven's to some co-workers because I thought it was funny and one of my co-workers said I should go out with him. I was like, "no, I don't really know him, we went to high school together, and I have a boyfriend". Anyway, back to La Duni (I wasn't supposed to go to La Duni either.  I actually suggested Flying Saucer in Addison and my friend said she didn't want to go there and picked La Duni). I saw Steven when I walked in, but he didn't see me. I normally wouldn't have said, "hi", but I did because of the co-worker suggestion months before and because Steven had just "liked" one of my statuses that week. I asked what he was doing there because I remembered that he lived in Ft. Worth (from my FB stalking reading). He was on a date, so he told me he was taking this girl out. I said I was meeting friends and that's about it. Two days later Steven e-mailed me through FB and we've been dating ever since. 

Blumderful Day

Listing of this morning's Blumders:

• Drove into a parking garage that I could only valet in, but thought I could self park. Valet drivers gave me a strange look when I blew past them.

• Drove in circles in the parking garage and saw only reserved spaces.

• Exited the parking garage and entered a $4.00 parking lot across the street from the building where my client is located.

• Drove around the parking lot for a good five minutes looking for a space (now five minutes late to my 9:00 AM meeting).

• Asked parking lot attendant if there were any spaces he pointed to a corner of the lot and said a woman was leaving. I never saw a woman or a vacant spot.

• E-mail client to say I was having parking issues.

• Left lot located on a one-way street and could not get back to the building parking garage with the valet. I had to drive up two blocks, turn right, and then right and then come back on the original street.

• Entered original parking garage and valeted. Now over 10 minutes late to meeting.

• One minute after exiting car, realized I left my cell phone in the car (I thought I would need it.). I asked the valet if he could get it. My car had already been driven away, but they said, no problem.

• At about 9:20 AM, I had my phone and was able to go to the client's office, which I was officially in at 9:23 AM.

• I apologized to the client for being late and said it was due to a series of really dumb decisions and then proceeded to fill them in on the brilliance that is my ability to make decisions.  They laughed, but I wonder if it was out of pity.

My Cheap Dress Made My Right Armpit Stink: A very short story by ClumpyCarton3

Yesterday, after a lunch break during a training session I was conducting (and no, I am not a trainer by trade), I sat in front of my trainees about to continue with our meeting when I smelled something like a sandwich with onions or like the occasional runner who passes by you whose scent makes you gag.  I looked around for nearby trashcans, but didn’t see any.  I discretely sniffed the air around me and could not figure out what this foreign smell was and then, horrified, recognized it was my right armpit.  A little known fact about me:  my armpits do not sweat.  Therefore, I was really shocked by the offensive odor emanating from my right armpit. I determined there could only be one possible explanation for this.  It had to  be the cheap dress I was wearing.  Lesson learned.  If you wear a cheap dress, it is inevitable your right armpit will be stinky.