Beware of XXXX XX kekkomm@hotmail.it, aka Buyer’s Name: Francesco Novelli a liar and a cheat.  She filed a non-receipt claim 2 days after the item was shipped internationally.   I trusted her and didn’t ask for $ to track.  My bad, and a lesson learned.  Don’t trust her.  She filed just in case!!  How awful is that! 

 At last glance she was also no longer a registered ebayer.

So for 7 years I worked for a Commercial real estate firm in Michigan.  I left on decent terms with most people.  But it just goes to show how negative things stick out in your mind, and it’s random, it’s not all of them. 

The remaining support staff would tell me stories of certain brokers just tearing my name apart after I left.  One young broker, younger then I was at the time, had this parania about being in his fathers shadow.  Yet they worked at the same firm?  I thought we had a joking relationship, where we could poke fun at each other.  That is until I hit a nerve by joking that something of his was like his fathers.  I can’t even recall this kids name, or what the comparison I made was.  I recall though that I’ve never had someone who claimed to be a professional lose it like that.  I was flabergasted to say the least.  I recall just looking at him with my obvious confusion and saying, I’m sorry, but I was joking around, I thought we had that kind of a relationship.  He apologized.  After I left the company though, I was every kind of bitch possible.  Another reason why I can’t be in sales of any sort.  I can’t be that 2 faced and fake.

Then there was this other broker, we’ll call him Russ.  What a prick!  I take that back.  Had Russ and I met under different circumstances, we might have gotten along.  Then again I seem to recall him being a bit pretentious.  So maybe not.  Russ was a homosexual, in what appeared to me to be a very testosterone driven field.  Not that the 2 can’t co-exist, quite the contrary.  However, we butted heads from the get go.  I’m not sure exactly why at this point.  I know that my boss (one of the partners), wanted me to use a program Russ had purchased to do something.  Russ flat refused and said he bought it, it would not be used for anything but his deals.  So a fight between the partner and Russ ensues, however, it goes directly through me.   So I got to try and power play a power hungry broker.  Needless to say that didn’t go well.   I don’t recall what else there was, but we just didn’t get along.  I can remember thinking when he started that I really liked him.  He was nice and seemed wordly.  My world pretty much consisted of my home town, then Detroit, and wherever that years goth conventions were *L*  I’m sure I was also at a point where I was just getting my own business head on me.  Not the one where I make good decisions.  No no.  The one where I start standing up for myself when someone in a position of power is trying to bowl me over or just plain kick me down. 

I think the young brokers father spoke badly of me too.  Go figure *L* Like father like son ;-P

I remember that I liked somethings about working there.  My boss, while a bit eccentric, was pretty cool all in all.  Before Jerk young broker (OH I just remember his name, we’ll call him D), there was another kid broker.  He was nice.  I remember his father had just passed and he got a job at the firm right after that, he’s dad had been in the business.  He had this adorable little girlfriend who was sweet as sunshine.  I just missed their wedding when I left to move to Arizona.  I hope they’re doing well, I hear they started their own company.  They were good people to be sure. 

The other office gals were great too.  I for sure miss F, who was the assitant to my bosses partner.  She was fabulous.  We had similar interests too.  I wonder if she ever got into law like she wanted.  I lost touch with her just after my wedding.

New pic of the Angel comic, Lynch blog

Hubby’s B-day is coming up next Saturday.  Still trying to get him to settle on what he wants to do.  Possibilities are playing pool at clicks in Phoenix and/or Daniel Meyer is DJ’ing at Homme Lounge for Sadisco on 7.14 (the birthday) Sadisco

I can’t seem to stop being “hungry.”  I’m actually grappling with my stomach growling more then normal laltley.  Must up the workouts because I’m still not moving on the scales.

GOOD news.  3 years ago I had my first abnormal PAP test results.  Scared the hell out of me when I was diagnosed with HPV.  Last year I had to go into a specialist because the levels of whatever, were scary high.  The word cancer kept being thrown around.  This specialist told me that the only woman she’s ever treated that HPV didn’t cure itself in, was a smoker.   1 month later I was on Chantix and working on quitting smoking.  It’s been a year in March that I quit, I guess I just needed the right kick in the ass.  I just got this years PAP results.  Normal.   I’m fatter than ever, feel worse body wise, but I no longer feel guilty because I’m being selfish and smoking.  Not that smokers are selfish per se’  I felt like I was because I knew I was making myself sicker, that I was bringing myself closer to the very real chance of getting cancer because of the HPV, and not quitting smoking.  Now, I feel ok about that aspect.  If I could only stop feeling hungry all the time *L*

I’m off the pill for the first time in 7 years.  We started looking into other stuff.  I’m having the worse cycle in recent memory.  Thai food is required to help me through this. <—there in is part of why I can’t lose weight!

I saw an advisor in Integrative Studies at ASU West yesterday.  Perfect for someone who 1) has ADD and can’t stay on track with anything *L* 2) Has some varied interests she’d like to pursue.  It kind of a create your own Bachelors program.  I’m looking at classes in IP law, Political Science, Multicultural Relations, US and World History.  There’s a class whose name I don’t recall that I’m excited about trying.  They have artists from the area come in and teach you how science, math and art all work together and how each has affected the other throughout history!  The advisor used the program to create a counseling degree that suited her interests and was very excited to talk to someone who ws open to not following a set pattern.  So tonight I’ll be working more on my applications *L*

 Then I saw the price of going to ASU.  And I was worried about oil prices.  I’ll be applying for financial Aid soon.  I have to file taxes first (soon promises Joe’s bsns partner who handles that stuff).

So I’m for sure getting a 4 banger car, and a bike for back and forth to work.  Anything to help save money and I like the idea of being a little greener.  I also get very excited about school!  In the meantime I’m going to come up with a couple of projects to keep me busy.

So some jackass stole a bunch of Joe’s domains.  2 very special ones we hope come back soon.  This guy is the lowest form of humanity, a thief.  He’s a thief, akin to the little punk bastard that breaks a window to steal your stereo.  Invading and stealing because he’s either too stupid or too lazy to be a good person.  I get hacking for the fun of it.  To put up a fun little skull or something to let that person know you can.  To actually steal and claim something for yourself, is not only a lack of creativity but just screams out how obviously low on morales you are.  This is the part that makes me HOPE there is a hell, and that the jackass is sent there soon, to the special place there that awaits him. 

Hrm.  Maybe this is the area of law I should pursue….

*steps down and metally kicks this person in the head*

I think I’m going to break up w/my Chiropractor.  It doesn’t feel like it’s helping anymore.  I’m not moving in the direction of other alternatives to my headache/neck muscles problems.  Although my insurance says it offers discounts, it’s apparently a very small amount.  So I’m going to call around to a couple of places and see what cost is.

I’m not forgetting you dear blog, I promise. 

Season premier of Doctor Who..he’s still saucy and yummy! That is all.

Saturday Joi and I were going to try playing tennis.  She hurt her shoulder and I did something messed up to my kneww.  So instead on Saturday, I spend way too much money at Sephora.  Saw my friend Melody, who I never get to talk to.  She gave me free samples *L*.  Joi talked me into Red Lipstick from Mac(it wasn’t hard, I like red, but it’s over the top for me).  I can’t not use it though after spending so much money on it.  We had a fun girly shopping day.  I found Joe some new puzzle books, and picked up a gift for our friend Jeff whose party attended later that eve.

It’s always nice over to Sheryl and Jeffs.  Cute kitties,  good company.  I think we made plans to do an overnight trip to Jerome with Joi and Greg.  She needs fun building pics for a website.  Silent hills aka Jerome has some beauts!

If I can keep my energy level up today, I’ll be hitting Yoga.  Today I officially started my for really real eating better (not diet).  Eating better is staring, though, by tracking myself using my weight watchers stuff.  Wish me luck!

Sometimes I just feel fucking invisible.  Then again sometimes I feel weepy and whiney.  Sometimes it’s deserved. 

I keep feeling un ful filled.  I need to figure out why  that is.  It’s always plagued me, but  I thought as life went on it would work itself out.  Ya know, as destiny does.  I can’t take waiting.  I’m going to start with working on my creative side.  I don’t do anything to nurture that.  It’s always something that I’m too busy to mess with.  I think I want to start incorporating it.  Also, I want to do more wood working and furniture refurbishing.  I love doing it.  Screw having time.  I need to *make* time.  I’ve seem some hella cool stuff that just needed some love, but passed it by because I knew it would just sit. 

I probably should get some real good sleep too.  Might need a new mattress for that.

Home is where your parents are.  For me that’s still the case.  My mom and dad left early this morning to start the long drive back to Michigan.  I cried.  Not in front of them because my mom is a weeper too.  She very likely started up in the car as they pulled out. 

I’m at work now, and still weepy.  I’m trying to concentrate on career foward movement!  I have to take CLE classes, 50 hours over 5 years.  So I need to sign up with some organizations that do these classes.  Work can be therapy, if I can just concentrate on it!