Pregnancy Blues

I am now 7 weeks pregnant and I want to punch those pregnant women in the face who say they just love every minute of being pregnant and they don't have any morning sickness at all.  Of course I am suffering from 24 hour a day nausea and I could pretty much fall asleep any where any time, including my desk at work.  It makes getting through an 8 hour work day very difficult.  I have bouts of depression and cry for no reason at all when I should be overjoyed that I'm going to be bringing a new life into the world.  Some days I feel like I'm crazy and have to remind myself I'm just pregnant.  Thankfully, I have the most amazing Husband on the planet!  I know I'm a super bummer to be around right now and even so he continues to run to the store for me at 8:00 at night when I want Strawberries,  he fills my car up with gas when it's on "E", he gets up at 6:00am and feeds the screaming hungry cats,  and he puts his life and plans on hold just to sit on the couch with me. I honestly couldn't ask for a better man to be my Husband.  It just goes to show what an amazing Father he is going to be to our Bean.

These last few weeks have also taught be a little bit about life and friendship.  I announce this huge pivotal point in my life and the same people who have been asking me for years when this moment would come,  can't even pick up the phone to send a text that says "Hey, how are you feeling?".  It just puts everything in perspective for me.  These are the "friends" that for months on end I have been trying to contact, that I have been trying to get together with, and I have been calling and texting.  It never dawned on me that the actions have yet to be reciprocated....Until now that is.  I'm done being that person. I don't need selfish people in my life.  I want to be surrounded my positive people who know the true meaning of friendship, and if that means I only have 4 real friends, then so be it, that's all I need anyway.  

With this child, comes a new start.  I am so looking forward to meeting our Bean and ending this horrific pregnancy, or at least getting to my second trimester where everyone has assured me will be better.  For those of you that want to join me on this incredible ride, hop on, but just know you need to be there through the good times and bad, not just when it's convenient for you.  Friendship is a two way street and my lane is wide open,  I hope that you will come along.....

The Pedicure From Hell

Have you ever seen the TV show Nail Files on Bravo? It's a new show this season and just had it's finale. I am totally addicted to the show. The owner Katie is this crazy, wild, totally cool woman who came here from Canada with absolutely nothing and created The Painted Nail, along with her own brand of nail polishes. Television and magazines portray this salon like no other. Big name celebrities come here to get their nails done.You sit in these big comfy chairs and sip your complementary wine. The pedicures range from 30.00 to 60.00. You can get all these crazy things like the Margarita Mama Pedicure, The Sugar Baby Pedicure, and the Ice Cream Sundae Pedicure, to name a few. Needless to say I had to experience this for myself. After making appointments I picked up my girl Michelle yesterday and we headed out to Sherman Oaks to get our pedicure on. After an hour drive and a 30 minute pedicure, I ask myself would I ever go back....the answer....HELL TO THE NO. It was by far the worst experience of my entire life. Let me take you to the beginning...We walk in and pick out our colors. I picked a glitter electric blue and Michelle choose a silver glitter. The receptionist (the same one as seen on TV) sat us in our chairs and offered us complementary wine. I went for white, while Michelle went for red. We were comfy and off to a good start so far. Michelle got a regular 30 dollar pedicure while I was sold on the 50 dollar Ice Cream Sundae pedicure. My nail tech started to remove my original polish...I looked down and I still had polish all over the edges of my toe nails. She looked up at me and said "sorry i was unable to remove all of your polish" Um excuse you? I've had several pedicures in my day and never have I heard that before. Maybe if you rubbed a bit harder you would have been able to get all of the polish off...my toes are not fragile, they're not going to break off. Whatever...moving on...Michelle and I started to chat as two friends would normally do, that is until my Nail Tech, Melanie, jumped in. I then had to endure my entire pedicure listening to her talk about her kids, husband, and being pregnant. If I wanted to hear your life story I would have asked! Meanwhile, I am nodding my head and trying to act as though I give a shit, I look over and Michelle is getting this amazing 25 minute foot and leg massage...I turn my head back to my own gal and after filing only 3 of my nails and doing nothing with my cuticles she puts lotion on my feet and simply rubs in it. Where the hell was my massage? If you're going to sell me on a 50 dollar pedicure I expect to get everything is comes with and more! Let's move on to the polish part. I hear Roxy, Michelle's nail tech, ask if she would like a plain silver color underneath the glitter or just the glitter color alone. Michelle opts for glitter only. I look down to my own feet and Melanie has already put a plain blue color on my toes and proceeds with the glitter on top, without even asking me. Needless to say this is NOT the color I wanted. At this point I am done with my 50 dollar pedicure and Michelle is still getting worked on! How is it possible that a 50 dollar pedicure is done before a 30 dollar pedicure? Now, just when I think it couldn't possibly get any worse, it takes a turn for the creepy! Melanie proceeds to ask me if she can take pictures of my tattoos....I'm sorry what? why? She takes out her phone and starts snapping away. I have no idea what she plans on doing with those pictures. After that she just walks away and disappears. No thanks for coming in, no goodbye, no nothing. She just left me there....meanwhile Michelle is still being worked on! Next, we pay for our pedicures and head to my car. Michelle tells me what a great experience she had and how great her nail tech was, as you can assume I could not share the same opinion. The whole way home I was pissed. In retrospect I drove an hour, spent 60 dollars on an ice cream sundae pedicure, drove and hour back home, and have had better experiences and pedicures at the Asian nail salon down the street from my house for only 16 dollars! Normally I can just make the best out of things and let the bad go...I simply could not let this go. As soon as I got home I wrote the owner Katie and email explaining everything that had gone on and the lack of customer service I was subjected to. Within 30 minutes she wrote me back apologizing sincerely. I will end of getting a gift certificate reimbursing me for Melanie's sub par performance along with some sort of goodie bag. Although I am thankful for her quick response and eagerness to repay me I am still baffled and what I witnessed. How the hell did this chick even get a job going nails, and doing celebrity nails at that?! It just boggles my mind. The only good part of the whole say was getting to spend it with my bestie. I'm glad at least one of us had a good experience. I can't wait to watch season two of Nail Files to see if this gal still has a job! The moral of this story is just because you're paying more doesn't mean the experience will be more. Sorry Melanie, you get an "F" for MAJOR fail in my book! And that my friends is the pedicure from hell.

Days and Confused

Time seems to run slower and days all appear the same when you don't have a job. I wake up thinking it's Tuesday when it's really Thursday. I go to bed at 12:00pm feeling like its 10:00pm. I feel useless and lazy...both not the best feelings to have. On 6/17/11 I had no other choice but to walk away from my job. After a year of being belittled and disrespected I simply couldn't take another minute of the torment. For the first time in my life I knew what stress felt like, I understood what a nervous break down was, and I knew I would never let myself get to this point again. I walked out at 1:00pm that day and within minutes I felt like I had my life back, I had control again, I had the light in my eyes back. Although it wasn't the best time to walk away from a job, it was make or break time and I refused to be broken. So, almost two months later I sit here on my couch, jobless writing this blog. I wake up making calls to places of business and I go to bed submitting resumes online. Even with an eclectic resume such as mine, I can't seem to get a bite. Well, I take that back I get bites on sales positions, commission based jobs that no one wants. I find myself lowering my standards for ten dollar an hour reception jobs and I still can't get a bite on. All I know is, if I subject myself to watch one more episode of Boy Meets World at one in the afternoon I might start to go crazy. I honestly don't know how a person could not have a job. I need to work and I enjoy work. I can't let the man get me down, I just need to keep on truckin' with my head held high. Someone os bound to bite sooner or later....right?