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who really knows [about me]A new distraction for a busy twenty-something Seattleite. Think of this as the Seinfeld of blogs.
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Not So Cool
The morning after
Post by Post by The Beast Girl | Category: Not So CoolNo, not that morning after. I mean, the morning after moving. Here goes:
Spent all day yesterday [all day = 10-7] packing up the remaining stuff in my apartment with the help of Sister. THANK GOD FOR SISTER. It was brutal; I could not imagine what it would be like on my own. As of last night, that apartment was empty and clean with all my stuff unloaded at Sister’s house. Again, THANK GOD FOR SISTER.
This morning I needed to return the UHAUL before 12 and a 9am appointment in Seattle to check out. I got up at 7 so Sister’s fiance and I could drop off the UHAUL and I could make it to Seattle in time (it’s a 45 minute drive or so in traffic). However, after a mosquito buzzing in my ear (seriously, you think it is nothing but try sleeping with that little bastard in your ear) and Sister’s fiance with food poisoning getting up every half hour to vomit, I woke up exhausted. Right when we needed to leave, Sister’s fiance says, “I only have a couple minutes before I have to leave for work so we have to go now.” For reasons I know not, he could not tell me that 30 minutes earlier. So we rush out the door, drive to the local UHAUL told me to go to only to find, it isn’t there. Sister’s fiance leaves for work, I drive back to the house with the UHAUL. Then I rush to Seattle, b/c at this point, it’s almost 8am and I still needed to go to the store and wipe down the fridge once I got to the apartment.
Luckily, I got to the apartment with fifteen minutes to spare. I wiped down the fridge and waited for the lady to show up. After several minutes, I became suspicious. I walked out to my truck to check my phone only to find that she left me a message. “Hi there, something came up and I cannot meet you at 9am this morning. Tomorrow morning at the same time might be better.” W. T. F. ? ? ?
Needless to say, I was PISSED. That was such a doucher thing to do! So, I drove back to Sister’s house because I still needed to take the UHAUL back, now with no one to drive with me. I had no clue how I was going to get back to Sister’s house after dropping it off and certainly, did not want to get charged for returning it late. I looked up the UHAUL address again and it turns out, the drop location was an effing gas station. I drove by it this morning because, come to find out, the UHAUL sign was in the bushes. Son of a… Long story long, I drove over with the UHAUL and walked back. Luckily, it was only a 1.5 miles.
eHarmony = not so harmonious
Post by Post by The Beast Girl | Category: Not So CoolOkay people. A while back I joined eharmony (GASP). Booo online dating sucks! I’ve not been impressed. 
Regardless, I went on my second date last Friday with a nice guy. He’s OK looking and easy to talk to. We had a good time and I thought he was worth a second date, even though I knew I wasn’t really interested. He invited me to the Seattle Sounders game last night (MLS team). On Friday he told me he had three season tickets. Him and a buddy of his bought them together a while back. His buddy ended up moving and not being able to use the ticket. So, Be-So-So (that’s what I’m calling my date), sold the ticket to a girl he works with. Turns out, she only bought the ticket to go with him and wasn’t at all interested in soccer. So he tells me this story of how last time she showed up super drunk and attempted several times to make out with him. Great story to tell a date BTW. Take notes boys. I am WOOO’d.
So last night, shit-faced coworker shows up. She’s one of those round-ish bimbo blonds who could have easily been in a sorority back in her day who’s pushing 30, single and very desperate. The moment she walks up to us as we’re standing outside the stadium, I am super annoyed. We walk in to the stadium and get drinks before sitting down. She is all over him. Putting her arm around his waste while swaying back and forth since it’s 7:30pm on a Sunday evening and she’s already unable to stabilize her tree trunk legs. As my annoyance mounted, she continued to call him “Sweetie”, “Babe”, etc. What bothered me more than her existence was the fact that Be-So-So didn’t do much to deter her behavior.
I kind of wonder if maybe one drunk night they slept together and she got attached. Either way, I was bored and wanted to go home before we even entered the stadium!
Luckily, as we walked find our seats, she peaced-out and never came to join us.
End of date. End of Be-So-So.
A deplorable request.
Post by Post by The Beast Girl | Category: Not So Cool
Call me old fashioned. Call me paranoid. Call me high maintenance. It is absolutely absurd for businesses to request finger prints as a form of proof of identification. Why not just scan my retina, take a little finger prick, pluck a strand of hair and call it a day!
More and more I am seeing this form of request, be it a bank or tanning salon, it baffles me. How do people agree to this in the first place? Your social security number is one thing, and that I hold as tight as a drunk and his paper bag wrapped booze. But finger prints?! That’s like, sooo sketchy! Lift one, print one, duplicate and repeat. There it is, easy as pie. Identity thieves, come and get it! Hot off the grill!
Again, NO, I am not interested.
Post by Post by The Beast Girl | Category: Funny Stories,Not So CoolOver the past couple of months, I’ve received two notices in the mail about a research project going on in my neighborhood. I did not read the whole thing but did notice whomever partakes in the study / survey will receive $30. Since I am already independently wealthy, I decided I did not care about a measly thirty dollars. OR, I am a private individual who does not enjoy sharing information with people who knock on doors, no matter the cause. ‘Cause in Seattle, there is always a cause.
A couple weeks ago a middle aged woman knocked on my door. When I answered, she politely began telling me about the research project going on and how I could become thirty dollars richer. I may have heard about it since notices were sent out in the mail. I explained to her that yes, I did hear of it and no, I am respectively declining. She attempted to convince me to do the research project. Again, I said, “No thank you…” and shut the door.
The second notice came in the mail and, as a good little girl, ripped it up and threw it away. Never did I think little miss interviewer would return. Not ten minutes ago, someone knocked on my door. No one visits me unannounced, so I immediately knew it was some sort of solicitation. I looked in the peep hole and who did I find? That woman. Little miss interviewer. Kita barked letting me know someone was at the door, just in case I didn’t hear them knock. I debated whether or not to answer but didn’t want her to continue to knock, knowing I was home. I cracked the door and asked, “How may I help you?” She started to explain who she was and how I probably remember and there were a few mail notices about this research project, yadda, yadda. Before she could get two more words in, I’d had enough. I interjected, putting my hand up, and in a calm and respectful tone I said, “Excuse me, as I said before, I am not interested and I will not be interested. So while I appreciate you asking again, I would appreciate you not coming back. Thank you.”
Speechless and taken aback, she fumbled for words and managed a flustered, “Okay.”
Tell me, who is the rude individual? The interviewer who goes to a private residence a second time asking a question the resident has already answered? OR the resident who after already giving a negative answer, gives an indefinite no?!
Stay the f**k away.
How very strange.
Post by Post by The Beast Girl | Category: Not So CoolToday I discovered a person I am friends with on Facebook died. We were the same age. He was close friends with friends of mine and I met him two or three times at their get togethers. I did not know him well but remembered him being very friendly and kind. I’ve wondered before what might happen to someone’s online profile they died. I clicked on his profile and was astounded. Hundreds and hundreds of pictures and posts cluttered his wall. Everyone wishing him well, wishing they knew him better, and saying goodbye. It brought tears to my eyes even though I didn’t really know him. People are innately good—this I firmly believe.
May he rest in peace.