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Mid-term, shmid-term. October 27, 2010

Filed under: college,daily life,katrina tv — cupcakesupremacy @ 8:52 pm

Why hello!

So rude of me to post two days in a row and then vanish again. While I highly doubt anyone checks here with any regularity, I also doubt anyone was surprised. I’m just not good at this keeping a routine thing.

I have a good excuse though! Two of them!

Excuse number one: my computer died. The hard drive went kaput last Friday. Thankfully, I’ve only had the computer since February, so it’s still under warranty. Unthankfully, I’ve only had the computer since February. Oh and I never backed any of my data up.

While I am a little bummed to lose everything, it has happened so many times that I’m kind of used to it. I got an iBook for high school graduation. In the 3.5 years I owned it, the hard drive went three times, the logic board went and the motherboard went. Five days after I got it back from Apple after the great board disaster of 2007, someone broke into my apartment and stole it! Yay!

(Apple Care does not cover theft).

I then used a very old Dell that my uncle gave me and that hard drive died after a few months. Now the new computer that I figured would last at LEAST a year without giving me any issues, had to get the travel bug too and wanted a trip down to Texas. Sigh.

(I got carried away lamenting about my awful technological luck, moving on…)

Excuse two is that I had a mid-term on Monday. My first mid-term since 2007! I was terrified. Our grade in the Psych class is based on 4 quizzes, two tests and then our lab stuff. That’s not a whole lot of points. So I knew I needed to rock this test. The problem was, I did horrendous on the two quizzes. I knew I needed to study my ass off, but I am a bad studier. I never studied in high school and hardly in Round 1 of college (which may explain why I never finished but shhh). I set aside all of Sunday for studying. And study I did. I went for 3 hours, a break for dinner, 2 more hours. I went to bed feeling like I knew nothing.

At the end of the work day Monday, I went through my notes again, and took notes on those notes. Then I read the notes of notes 3 times before class. Still felt like an F was in my future. My stomach would not stop aching, it knew too, it seems.

They pass out the test and I begin to read the questions: “Hey, I know this!” “And this!” “And this!” Turns out, out of the 50 questions on the test, there were only 3-4 that I was iffy on. And I was able to narrow those down and guess. I was even the first to finish, and of course I sat in the back, so I got to awkwardly gather my stuff and walk down to hand in my papers in front of an audience of 200.

But I feel really good about the test and that’s all that matters. Except the grade itself really matters and I probably won’t know that ’til next week, but in my head, I aced that sucker. Yay!

 

Protected: Once you go black… October 21, 2010

Filed under: daily life,fml,katrina tv — cupcakesupremacy @ 1:00 pm

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The most amazing surprise of my life and how I was so oblivious I almost missed it… April 15, 2010

Filed under: daily life,katrina tv — cupcakesupremacy @ 2:37 pm

So Keith and I are in New York again. We came up this time to see Keith Malley (Keith and the Girl) do his annual birthday stand-up show. I covered KATG once before so go back and read that post or just go to their site and check ’em out.

So we drove up to New Jersey last night and took the train into the city this morning. After stopping to buy some mascara (since mine was left in Monroeville), we headed to our hotel to check in. They oddly didn’t have any rooms for early check-in so we left our bags and went to find lunch.

On the ride up I was looking through papers Keith had printed out and there were papers for The High Line. It is an old set of train tracks above the city that has been repurposed into a park. While this is something I’d love to see, I didn’t think it was up Keith’s alley so I asked about it. He said he thought I’d like it and that was that. So after lunch we decided to walk over. After a quick stop at the Apple store, we finally get to one of the entrances and ride this fancy glass elevator up.

We start to walk and as we approach a bench I think “hey that guy looks kind of familiar…” just as Ben Lerman greets Keith.

I thought he had just noticed Keith’s KATG shirt and decided to say hello based on that. Ben introduces us to Jessica Delfino and now I’m super excited.

Sidenote: Ben and Jessica are regular guests on Keith and the Girl. Ben is my favorite guest and Jessica is up there too. They are both hilarious, play ukuleles and just seem like the nicest people ever.

When Ben asked if we wanted to have a seat, I about lost my mind thinking this was the greatest thing ever. When he motioned to a few cases on the ground and asked if we’d like to hear a few songs, I about died of happiness. At the same time, I felt a little awkward crashing their park hanging, but definitely didn’t want to pass up a chance for a free show.

Ben played a few songs, and not a person walked past that didn’t laugh. I was thinking we were the luckiest people in New York City to randomly come across them like this. The Jessica picked up her ukulele and played a few songs for us. At some point, Ben mentioned offhandedly that Keith had arranged this all but I just laughed it off.

It wasn’t until Ben said “Keith asked us to play this song for you, so I hope you like it,” that I started to get a little confused. But it wasn’t until he and Jessica started to sing Ingrid Michaelson’s “You and I” that I got REALLY confused.

I was too busy being blown away by their rendition to really think about it though. (I wish I would have recorded it, it was so amazing.)

After they finished we chatted a little more and took a picture together, hugged!, and went on our separate ways. It was only at this time that I turned to Keith and said “You PLANNED THIS?!”

And he had. A month or so ago he had emailed Ben trying to set it up. Ben hosts a version of The Match Game and would be doing it the Friday we’d be up here. Except Keith had already bought Yankee tickets so I was kind of bummed. Since he knows Ben is my favorite guest, he planned it all out, very sneakily. He had Ben in his phone as some Josh kid (who he got a text from in the Apple store!, but I only saw the name and not the message, but good thing Keith is smart because phew that would have ruined it.)

Ben asked if there was any song Keith wanted him to learn and he knows I love “You and I”, so he suggested it and Ben recruited Jessica to help. (bonus!)

It also made sense why Keith was a little cranky this morning, he was running on a schedule I had no idea existed and Ben had suggested The High Line.

I was completely blown away hearing all of this and had to find a bench so I could sit and cry.

Our anniversary is next week and there is absolutely no way I can even come close to topping that.

Ben and Jessica, you probably won’t see this but you are two of the kindest and most hilarious people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, thank you for making that happen.

Keith and Chemda, I know you will never read this, but thank you for introducing our ears to Ben and Jessica, for this never would have happened without you.

Keith, you are the most amazing person I have ever met, that was the most amazing surprise of my life and I love you the most.

I am the luckiest broad in the world.

 

christmas came early! November 21, 2009

Filed under: katrina tv,nablopomo — cupcakesupremacy @ 11:20 pm

Two years ago I lived in an apartment in north Oakland with my best friend Elyse and my friend/cousin Talia. It was a few days before Christmas and both Elyse and Talia had gone home. I, sadly, had to work for a few more days so I was at the apartment by myself.

It was about 9AM and I was getting ready to leave for work, running late, as usual. Our kitchen and living room were open, with a small bar in between them. I was standing on the kitchen side rifling through my bag when I heard a sort of scraping sound coming from the living room. As I was home alone, I assumed it was coming from outside the living room window, when all of the sudden I heard a *THUMP* from the direction of the fireplace. My first true thought was “Santa?” shortly followed by “Holy shit! A bird!”

We had a fireplace in the living room but were informed when we moved in that it was non-functioning. We therefore assumed it was closed off, but boy were we wrong. Also wrong? The assumption that a bird fell into my living room. I was quickly corrected when a SQUIRREL zipped past me.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” These were my thoughts as well as the squirrels as he flew around our tiny 3 bedroom apartment. Being home alone and about to be late for work, I had no idea what to do. Naturally, I picked up the phone to call my mom.

“Hello?”
“THEREISASQUIRRELINMYAPARTMENTOHMYGODWHATDOIDO?”
“What? A squirrel?”
“A squirrel fell down the chimney and now it’s running around the apartment and I don’t know what to do and I can’t leave it in here and I’m going to be late for work, what do I do!!!!!!”

At this point my mom starts laughing which made me start laughing, because, c’mon! Who gets a squirrel down the chimney!

She told me to call my landlord and “Don’t try to catch it!”

Uh, yea right. Squirrels may look cute from far away but when one is panicking and running around your apartment, it’s kind of a little scary.

The phone call to my landlord went pretty much the same way as the one to my mom, with the lady on the other end laughing at me. She said she’d send someone over.

At this point, I’m starting to panic a little because I’m going to be late for work. I had a bit of an issue getting to work on time, I was working at the Science Center and it was 2 busses to get me there. Missing one bus threw everything off and I think they were a bit sick of my “I missed the bus”/”The bus never came” excuses. I could only imagine calling work “Uh…yea…I’m going to be late…there’s a squirrel in my apartment.” “Oh like we haven’t heard THAT one before.”

Eventually the poor little squirrel stopped running and was standing on my desk, having a face off with me. His poor little heart was beating so fast I could see it from 5 feet away.

It finally dawned on me that maybe if I opened the apartment door and the building door, he could use his squirrelly senses and get the picture and get out of there.

So I did and he did and after a quick call to both my mom and the landlord to tell them how genius I am, I was on my way. And I even made it to work on time. But made a mental note to make use of the story the next time I was running seriously late.

 

cute like a car accident. November 18, 2009

Filed under: creepers,daily life,katrina tv,nablopomo,work — cupcakesupremacy @ 2:19 pm

Now, I’m sure this comes as no surprise to those reading, but I have never been one to be fawned over in real life. In internet life – sure, on occasion, but real life hitting on hasn’t been too frequent. Which is absolutely fine because I am already socially awkward, so adding in a stranger holla-ing at me and things get super awkward super fast. On occasion though, some strange man will decide I strike his fancy. When we used to go out, this might happen at a bar, but most often I get attention when I am oblivious and unkempt.

Take, for instance, the first time I got a physical phone number. Earlier this year I was waiting to see someone about unemployment and the security guard upstairs phoned the security guard downstairs to give me his (upstairs guy’s) phone number on my way out. Never mind that I’m obviously unemployed and poor, I had to wake up super early to get there, so I wasn’t looking my best. I know for a fact I didn’t even brush my hair that day, because I was so amazed at getting the phone number, I made note of how bad I was looking.

I’ve also gotten hit on on the bus a few times, most of these times being on the way home from work. And I’ve had some labor intensive jobs so not only did I look tired, I probably looked all gross and sweaty. Yet something in this appeals to the creepers that decide to hit on me.

This is all a lot of back story to lead up to what I was told today.

Now, as you know, yesterday I went to the dentist and got a tooth pulled. I knew the day was going to suck, so I dressed comfortably in jeans and a hoodie. I had to come to work afterwards, so thank the fsm my work dress code is non-existent.

So the extraction didn’t go remotely as planned and was a horrible experience I’ll write about later. I cried the entire time and even a bit afterwards because I was in so much pain.

So imagine me sitting at work yesterday. Hoodie and a messy ponytail, makeup mostly cried off, huge wad of gauze in my mouth, bloodshot eyes, and I had taken a pain killer but was unable to eat, so also add the fact that I’m basically a zombie.

Lovely mental image, no?

Flash to this morning when my coworker leans over to my desk.

“You know Dude Guy?”
“Ummm…”
“That came by yesterday with that metal cart?”
“Oh, okay, yea.”
“Well, I got an email from Other Guy yesterday asking me ‘How old is Katrina, does she have a boyfriend, and do you think she’d go out with Dude Guy.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhmyyyyyyyygod.”
“I told him too young, yes and she lives with him.”
“Hahahah ohhhmyyygodddd.”
“Yea, the email said not to mention it to anyone, but I was telling my daughter last night and she said that I HAD to tell you.”

Which on one hand, I’m glad she told me, but on the other hand, AWKWARD! The guy in question works in the building somewhere but I have no idea where and he only comes by every once in a while, but still. He, like everyone in this office is at least 10 years older than me, if not more. And I look 17! And I was a complete wreck yesterday.

I just kept repeating “ohmygoddd” to my co-worker and she was like “I could tell. I knew yesterday even before I got that email.” Which either she is super good at reading people or I am even more oblivious that I previously thought.

Hello, awkward police?

 

not a secret anymore. June 18, 2009

Filed under: daily life,katrina tv,work — cupcakesupremacy @ 8:04 pm

Working with the public on a daily basis brings up reminders of past jobs where I was also lucky enough to work with some of Pittsburgh’s finest.

I worked for about a year and a half at Victoria’s Secret.  As you can imagine, working in a lingerie (and I use that term loosely) store is a goldmine for hilarity.  The perverted phone calls, the young girls buying clothing way too mature for them, the mature ladies buying clothing way too young for them…it was pretty much endless blog fodder.

But alas, I was the stock boy.  Working in the back opening boxes, I only got to hear these stories over the headset and very occasionally witness them.

In February of last year, our store underwent renovations.  Since the closing left everyone but the managers jobless, the other stores would occasionally call us up and offer us some hours.  Which is how I spent 2 months sporadically working at Ross Park.

And how I determined that I would never ever, under any circumstances work in a mall.  Being secluded over in Shadyside we had a very specific clinetele.  Namely older women and college students.  Of course they were still annoying as hell, but we didn’t really get the tween crowd.  Occasionally we’d get some guys shopping for their ladies, but typically they were wealthy businessmen.

Not so much at the mall.  So as I said, I was a stock boy.  But at Ross Park we were called in to pretty much to be bodies on the floor, so that’s what I did.  I walked around and straightened things and pointed people in the right direction.  (If they even noticed I worked there, which I didn’t go out of my way to advertise.)  So one night I’m working and this older guy comes up to me.

“Hi, can I help you find anything?”

“Yea, I need a present for my lady.”

“Okay, what were you looking for?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I need something sexy.”

As I hold back a laugh, I look at my customer.  A probably 55 year old man, dressed in light wash jeans and a muscle shirt.  Very grandfather/construction worker.

“Okay, well we have lots of things that she’d probably like…” and I take him over to the Angels room, which is kind of a milder sexy, something I thought appropriate for what I’m assuming is a 50 year old woman.

“This is one of our newer pieces” I say, holding up something remotely sexy, “Do you know what size she is?”

“Uh…do you have anything sexier? Something in a thong?”

“Oh,” I say trying to hide my surprise, “Yea, I guess this is more of our everyday sleepwear, this other stuff might work better,” I say as I lead him out of the Angels room and into the (semi-aptly named) Very Sexy section.

“How about any of these?”

“Oh, I like this one,” he says as he holds up a teddy with a little skirt attached, “but I’d really like something in a thong, something A LOT sexier.”

I continue to rifle through things, looking for something skirted and in a thong.

“What size did you say she was again?”

“Oh, uh, I dunno.  I have some pictures of her here on my phone…” he says as he pulls out his cellphone.

“Oh god oh god oh god.” I silently chant, scared to death exactly what sort of pictures Grandpa Construction is going to be showing me.  He fumbles for a few minutes before settling on one.

“Here’s my girl!,” he says as he beams and shows me the photo.

I very hesitantly lean over and look, bordering on terrified.  And I see an older woman  standing in front of a Harley, fully clothed (THANK YOU FSM).

He flips through a few more photos showing Grandma Construction in front of a tree, on a bench, etc.  The more photos he flips through the more nervous I get.  She’s wearing a tank top and jeans in most of them, but I am terrified of what else is on that phone.

“Oh, she looks like she’d probably be a medium,” interrupting the slideshow and turning away, pointing him to the section of the rack with mediums.

At this point Elyse pops up laughing as she’s seen me lead this old man around the ENTIRE store, and let’s me know we’re done with our shifts.

Grandpa studies the teddy he’s holding and the photos on his phone and reconsiders, “Hey, you got anything…you know…without the crotch?”

I inform him that I must go but someone will be with him shortly, and pretty much run into the back room making a mental note to bleach my brain whenever I got home.

 

The Barista Files June 5, 2009

Filed under: katrina tv,the barista files,work — cupcakesupremacy @ 8:19 pm

This should probably be a regular feature on here, as I don’t really have much fodder otherwise and oh my lord, the amount of stupidity I have to put up with in a day.

So a few days ago I had one of the worse experiences ever.  I was on cash register and another girl was over at the bar.  We were pretty slow, so it was just the two of us and there was no one in line.  And then a lady walks in.

She walks up to the counter and I don’t think I was looking in her direction but she says “A small coffee.”

I said, “A tall coffee?”

And she ignores me.  To the girl behind bar, she says “Miss, can I have a small house coffee?”

Laurie and I look at each other kind of confused but Laurie says “Sure” and walks over to pour the coffee.

“1.66$,” I say and the lady ignores me and goes to hand her card to Laurie who is not even in arm’s reach.

“I’m the only one with the register?” I said and took her card from Laurie.

“I can’t believe Starbucks would hire you.”

“Um, sorry?”

“People like you, this is ridiculous.  ‘1.66$!'” she continues, mocking me.

“Miss, you know what I mean,” she says to Laurie.

I just stand there flabbergasted and go to hand her back her debit card.  She grunts and slams her hand on the counter indicating for me to set it down.  So I set it down and she picks it up.  She continues screaming at me, saying things to the effect of not believing Starbucks would hire people like me and pretty much calling me a terrible human being.

“Can I get a receipt?!” She screams.

“Oh, sorry…” I say and print her one.  What I wanted to say? “If you would stop SCREAMING at me, maybe I could think and would have offered you one.”

“Oh sorry! Oh sorry!” she shrieks, continuing to mock me.

She turns to leave and on her way out, she continues to scream at me saying that she can’t believe I’m allowed to work there and Bill Gates is behind it and he’s the devil and yada yada yada.  So apparently, me and Bill are in cahoots?

lylab, billy.

lylab, billy.

She walks out the door and I say “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT.”

Another girl came out of the back partway through the exchange and is doubled over in the corner laughing.  I walk to the back and tears immediately start to form.  “WHAT THE HELL. WHAT did I DO?!” And then I started to cry.

The girl I was with sees me and is like “Omg, no.  She’s crazy.”

And then I realized her mumbling about Bill Gates probably pointed to her being bat-shit-insane.  But at the time I was so confused and so flustered that I just didn’t even think of that.

I told someone I worked with the story the next day and she described the lady.  “Yes! That’s her!”

“Oh, she’s been in here before, I kicked her out after she told us that every one of our children were going to be born possessed because she put a curse on us.”

But the fun doesn’t stop there.

Later that night some lady came in and took her venti mocha in the bathroom with her.  She was apparently arguing with someone on her cellphone and thought it would be a stellar idea to throw the 20oz of mocha against the wall in the bathroom.  And then calmly come out and tell the guys working that she did it and “[she] just thought they should know.”

I do not get paid enough for this shit.