What Irks Me!

So, I work at a bakery around home during the weekends. I take a train all the way from New Brunswick, NJ to Lyndhurst, NJ. For those who do not know where that is, it is a good hour and a half train ride. I mean...I really cannot complain because I am the one doing this at my own will other than my credit card debt and negative debit card balance.

However, what I am about to complain about, I have all the rights. Mind you that I work 5 am to 1 pm on saturdays and work 5 am to 11 am on sundays. This is perfect! I just work and catch the train at 2:03 pm. BUT!!!! This week on, they started putting me on till 5 am till 1 pm on sundays as well. Are they serious? I asked the boss to change it and he said ask someone to come in at 11 am and you can leave. Is he serious?! Yeah he is. Because of that devil, I got back on campus at 6 pm.

What I am irked about is that there are more than enough girls at the store. They are honestly on their iphones or twiddling their thumbs cause they have nothing to do. However, when I ask to leave to save them money and my time (which costs more than $9 an hour), the boss is all "no." Actually, he is not even no. He just walks away and mumbles something under his breath. Sir, I have a hard time listening to you already and you are gonna walk away as you mumble?! Idiot!

As I am working there, the boss tells me to stay at register even though there are no customers. The other girls are still twiddling their thumbs by the breads and such and I am alone at the register twiddling my thumbs by a drafty door. Lovely! I got a flu shot for nothing cause I am bound to get a cold in this below 30 degrees of a facilitation. I am not even lying. They are so stingy that they gave us sweaters so they don't have to turn the heat up. Maybe you should have gotten us a parka then!

I am sitting there and the man says "do you want orange juice?" Mind you, I hate this man and I do not appreciate oranges nor their juices unless they are in my screwdriver with a ratio of 2 vodka to 1 orange juice. I said "no" and smiled cause you know...the man still pays me. Then he said "want a banana?" Is he serious? I want to leave. I do not want your fruit stand! So I said "no thank you" and smiled. Then, he was all "oh yeah. Asians do not eat bananas." Is this man serious? Actually, at this point I am not surprised. The man has said so many racial things to me that I can have a law suit. Things like don't they teach common sense where you come from? For the record, I am from Jersey City in New Jersey which is last time I checked, the U.S.A. Instead of taking his garbage, I said "we like bananas and what is with you and your racial assumptions." He said "I am not racial" as he smirks like a five year that just hit his little brother. So I said "oh no? Then I guess you are just ignorant!" and smiled as if I hit my older brother after he told me to be quiet cause he is talking to his girl friend. At this point, the boss was like "maybe." What else can he say?

I didn't get to leave at 11 am like I was supposed to, but I left at 12 pm after handling an issue in the store. The manager was hiding in the back so I had to step in be the manager of the day. Call the boss about the issue, apologize to the customer, and give them free stuff to make them rate us well in yelp cause that is all the boss cares about after making money.

All jokes aside, work is work. There are few people that enjoy their job. If  you enjoy your work like maybe Mr. Bill Gates, then good for you. I am a hungry, chubby....well that is ironic or an oxymoron. Anyhow I am a poor student trying to get an education as well as make a living. Things are hard, but I guess they can be worse (knock wood). I hope you found my lousy day and somewhat of a triumph against my boss funny and not think I am this sarcastic and exhausted little girl even though I am.

Consistency: Kraft

I love consistency when it comes to food. As mentioned in my blog about Thomas Sweet, I love Big Mac's due to their consistency. I do not care if the massive burger has 560 calories. If I get what I expect, WIN! I guess I will slave at the gym for an hour or two even though I absolutely abhor running.

Anyways, I had these Mac and Cheese for breakfast because I was hungry and too lazy to go to the dining hall to get food. For 390 calories, I am satiated. This thing is wonderful! You cook it with cheese in the microwave for four and a half minutes. Well...four and a third minutes cause I couldn't wait the extra ten seconds. Ask anyone, patience is never and will never be my virtue. After the thing comes out all bubbly and cooked, you add this cream sauce and stir until the mac and cheese submitted to your demands. Finally, you sprinkle on the bread crumbs and wah lah! You feel like a five star chef. No you don't. If you did, I feel sorry for your lack of cooking skills.

This tasted amazing and delivered the taste I expected. It tastes just like the mac and cheese that I used to eat in my fatter girl days as a child. My god mother used the blue box and made me mac and cheese so often that if you pierced me, I would bleed cheese like that cheesy dinosaur. 90's children will understand what I am talking about.

The only problem I had was scraping down the bowl. It was a square container and I was too lazy to switch out my fork for a spoon to get the job done. I wish I had another one cause they were so divine. Oh man! I love me some mac and cheese all day err day please.

Rating: *****(one more for happiness *)

Now That's Awkward

Have you ever been in an awkward situation? Don't answer this obvious question. Yesterday I ran into a friend who I kind of sort of have feelings for. We were good friends and hung out all the time until he pretty much said he didn't want a relationship at the moment. I mean...I, myself, do not want a relationship either, but at the time, I was going to consider one only if it was with him. Lame? I know. Anyways, after him saying that he didn't want to deal with a relationship, I stopped hanging with him as much and stopped texting him cause I needed to get over my emotions. When I ran into him yesterday, things were awkward and there was really nothing to talk about. We used to argue and talk about everything and anything and we both did not have a problem keeping the conversation going, but now, it is weird. We just said hi, you look well, and I should go.

I told this to my girl friend and guy friend and they said the same thing. "It's only awkward if you make it awkward." Umm....Let's be honest! Awkward is awkward. You not making it awkward is just you not showing it and ignoring the damn elephant in the room. You making it awkward is acknowledging the elephant in the room but do not want to deal with it so you let this weird aura just linger around.

What should I have done to get rid of this awkward situation? Nothing. There is nothing I could do. I mean, it is awkward because I am changing for the better (for myself). If I went back to doing what I used to do with him, I would be back to square one and just bark at a tree that will never bear fruit. If I continue what I am doing now, it will continue to be awkward.

The things that irk me are one, there is nothing I can do about things being awkward and two, people saying that it isn't awkward if you don't make it awkward. Awkward is like energy. You cannot make or destroy it. It is there whether you like it or not. Instead of saying that stupid cliche, people should say "well, deal with it or do something about it." Ignoring the situation is not going to make things less awkward. Man or woman up and deal with it! Well....now.....this is awkward isn't it?

Things Aren't the Same: Thomas Sweet

After a workout, I went to get some fudge at my usual place at Thomas Sweet. I can eat a lbs of fudge in a one sitting which is bad in so many ways. The sugar, the fat. Oy! Let's not get me started. I usually get the white chocolate walnut, pistachio, and amaretto. However, I tried the amaretto today and it wasn't the same. I did not like it. I got a 1/4 lbs, but I did get the 1/2 lbs of pistachio. There is this new flavor called red velvet and it was alright. I do not know why I spent a good $13.00 for this. I should have gotten the cookies, but I just wanted a lbs. The pistachio was the same, but the amaretto tastes weird. Things aren't as consistent like McDonald's or Burger King. I guess this is why I love McDonald's Big Mac. In general, Thomas Sweet is a good place to go. Their cherry cordials are devine and their turtles are good too. Yummers!

Rate: before: ****; after: ***

I'm Single....SO WHAT?!

My mother visited my dorm and realized that I am 21 years old. Oh boy....I was 21 since November 14. Got that? Write it down and send me a present (kidding). Anyways, my mother liked my roommate after she thought the nice girl was Chinese and liked the view of my dorm. Her exact words were "you can paint a picture and write a poem." Yes mother, that is what I do all the time. Do you want a painting or two?

After all that hodgepodge, she tells me the spiel about studying and blah blah. Then she said get a pretty boy make pretty love. I swear it sounds better in Korean. It sounds like a script from the Notebook with everyone's favorite boy, Ryan Gosling. 

Unfortunately, my mother is not the only one that has been trying to get me "hitched" or whatever you people call it. My friends are "discretely" hooking me up with their friends whom I am not interested in what so ever and my aunt is telling me about her friend's son that goes to the same school as me. WHY? I honestly do not get it. People think there is something wrong with you if you are single. Like you have a third boob or you have a load of snot up your nose to the point it is protruding. 

First of all, there is nothing wrong with being single. Actually, there are many things wrong with being in a relationship.

Expensive: Valentine's day = negative cashflow from buying chocolates that you yourself are not eating. Christmas = negative cashflow from buying presents you yourself are not using or wearing. His birthday = you buying presents for someone with the money you could have bought yourself a Louis Vuitton bag. Let me tell you one thing. Nothing comes between me and my bags. I rather have ten bags than one man. Another thing, you can have ten bags, but you aren't allowed to have ten men. You serious?! Think about getting less for your money. We are in a recession people. Save your money for retirement and not on him. 

Time consuming: I do not know about you, but I need my time and my space. I do not want someone hitting me up twenty four seven to hang. Also, because of technology, he can text/call me whenever and where ever he wants. Serious? What if I just want to lay around in bed and watch Suits alone? I honestly cannot stand sleeping with people. Cuddling? okay fine, but not all the time. Don't touch me when Harvey Specter is saying something sexy. I don't want you ruining the moment. Touch me or hug me after you fixed a car or pumped those biceps, but not during Suits! Please! 

No Privacy: I need my privacy. I realize that a lot of couples share their passcodes and such cause they have to. If you said no, he is going to be all "why? you have something that you don't want me to see?" Then you are all "no, I just need some privacy." Then it becomes a mess. It is so annoying just to think about it. You have to share everything with him and he does the same. Do you really want to know how many girls he slept with? hook upped with? It's only going to make you mad and feel insecure and skip dessert next time you go out to eat.

Loss of Independence: I have friends that are no offense to them, but they are way too dependent on their boy friends. They do not have friends other than each other and their boy friends. When they are on the verge of breaking up, their life is at stake cause their boy friends are their everything. Unless your boy friend's name is Jesus Christ, he should not be your everything. Have a life! Do not just wait for him to come home to have something to do. Make friends and go out. You do not have to be with your boy friend to feel fulfilled. 

Annoying: I honestly think it is annoying to go out on dates. Dressing up, the make up, and whatever else. I am usually reluctant on going on a date if it involves free drinks. However, I usually do not enjoy my dates and when I come home, I am tired and just exhausted as if I came back from a three hour lecture. Men or boys or whatever in general are annoying. They one, usually do not care about what you say, wear, eat, or do cause all they want to do is get in your pants and two, they like to just talk about themselves and compare themselves to the next guy. Really? Men, girls do not care! Well....at least for me, I just tell them straight up that I do not appreciate it. 

Where there's a good, there's a bad. Therefore, when there's a bad, there's a good. I know I may have been harsh about relationships and such, but if you have the right contestant, it can be a good thing too. My friend has been through thick and thin with her boy friend, but at the end of the day, he makes her happy. These are reasons why I do not believe in relationships and therefore have never been in a relationship. 

I'll tell you this though before you find a Godiva, you will go through some cheap Hershey's. Personally, being single at the moment seems right for me. Casually dating and making friends are what I am about at the moment. I am just frustrated that so many people think there is something wrong with me and that my time is running out to get a man and settle down. If you are one of those who encourage your friends to get a significant other, STOP IT and mind your own business. Unless you are gonna pay for the dates and buy me outfits to wear on my dates, butt the freak out! 

This blog says a lot of negative things about guys and how they are just a bunch of Hershey's, but believe me, us women can be worse with our oh my goshes and our dramas. I know. I know. However, I'm a girl so I am just stating from a female point of view.

Fake Nails

Okay, so....I think it was the past summer that I really got into fake nails. I have dainty nails because I bit my nails when I was little. I recently stopped because I got fake nails. My natural nails just grow and then they break. I have tried taking pills to make my nails stronger and applied something made of horses. Believe me, they don't work. Save your money in this recession.

So...my friend told me about fake nails you get at your local drug store. There are two main brands: Kiss and Broadway. I get Broadway because you can file the french tip design they come with. The Kiss ones, like my fifty year old Polish co-worker would say, forget it! They do not budge. Unless you cut the french part off, you are stuck with them. They are made that way and the company strongly mentions/markets no chipping.

So...let's compare Kiss and Broadway.
Kiss: costs more, sturdier, better quality, and comes with pink nail glue :)
Broadway: cheaper, lesser quality, and comes with blue nail glue.

As mentioned before, I use broadway cause of the french tip thing. Why? I paint over my nails and do various designs. If you are using pale colors or light colors like I do, the french peaks through and its ugly. I usually use the short tips, but I picked up the medium tips for now. I love how they look, but they have problems of their own like hard to type, fall off quicker, and hard to pick your nose (kidding!). However, I like how I look so elegant and pretty :) I have fat stubby hands so the long nails gives it a long, slender illusion.

What do you think?

Picture contains: broadway medium tip nails, social ladder by Sinful Colors and this sparkle polish by Revlon. I feel like Cinderella awaiting her BUSY prince charming.

Worst: Cosmopolitan

Cosmopolitans are a mixture of vodka, cranberry juice, and a spritz of lime. They are heavenly and every lady's best friend when made properly.

On my 21st birthday, I had a mission: get a cosmo and a mojito. That day, I only had access to a cosmo at a bar restaurant, Stuff Ye Face at Rutgers New Brunswick. However, it was disgusting! More cheap vodka than cranberry and there was no lime present. I was very distraught and I did not want to finish it. However, my friend was buying so I obviously had to finish it. Besides, good alcohol or bad, you always finish it. Will I get it again? Well...if it's the only one left in the universe and I want to get a buzz, maybe.

What is this?

Today, it is so hard to find honest opinions on anything. Friends tell you what you want to hear rather than the truth, the internet contain information that is either completely wrong or sugar coated so it does not insult anyone. We even lie to ourselves by diluting ourselves in thinking that a large ice cream has the same amount of calories as a small ice cream. Here, you are getting nothing but my complete honest opinion. There will be no sugar coating. For those who cannot handle the truth, you have been warned.