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This and That of Miss Kitty Cat

Sunday, 24 September 2006

!shove it up your donut hole!
Mood:  irritated
on my way to work this morning i was craving a caramel frap from starbucks with a shot of expresso. yum. instead of heading to starbucks, i decided to go to the new duncan donuts on hwy 78, cause the coffee is pretty good there, and i could get food at the same time. even though duncan donuts was ridiculously crowded, i decided to wait it out. 20 minutes i waited, but it didnt bother me, i was cool.
finally its my turn to order and since i was craving a caramel frap, i asked the guy at the counter what was comparable to that. he suggested something called a coolata, so i said that was fine and i wanted an extra shot of expresso. i also ordered a croissant and a donut, paid the guy and went to to pick up counter to wait.
*then all hell broke loose*
it all started when donut guy handed me the wrong coffee -- it was an iced coffee....so not what i wanted. calmly i explained to him that it was wrong(everyone makes mistakes). and this is how the conversation went.....just keep in mind he was gay and talked like a valley girl.
~ME: "excuse me sir, this is not what i ordered, there is chunks of ice in this and i wanted it blended like we discussed." (at this point i was very nice)
~DONUT GUY: "oh. well the coolata doesnt have caramel in it." ( i was thinking why did he even suggest it and then ask me if i wanted flavoring)
~ME: "well could you please put caramel in it?"
~DONUT GUY:(huge attitude) "well, i GUESS i'll make you a new one"
then he starts making it and in the middle he turns to me...
~DONUT GUY: "this wont even taste good if you put caramel in it" (huge attitude)
ok...all my patience went out the window....
~ME: "im sorry, who are you to tell me what would taste good or not..its coffee, it will be ok"
~DONUT GUY:"WHAT-EVA"
~ME: "EXCUSE ME! YOU DONT HAVE TO BE HATEFUL! NEVERMIND JUST GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK"
~DONUT GUY: (he is now across the store now and there are like 20 people waiting in line, and we are both talking VERY loudly) "FINE! I'LL GIVE YOU YOUR MONEY BACK!"
~ME: ( LOUD and very shrill ) " YOU ARE ONE OF THE RUDEST PEOPLE I HAVE EVER MET AND HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!"
(he hands me money which was $3.00 short)
~ME: "um...you didnt give me enough money." "do you have a manager here?"
~DONUT GUY: "i am the manager here"(yeah, assisant manager---glorified title for "jackass")
~ME: "well then i need the number to YOUR manager"
~DONUT GUY: "FINE. you can HAVE the number"
he hands me a piece of paper with the number
~DONUT GUY: "here, you can just keep the donut"
~ME: "i dont want your donut"
i leave the store.
SO, i call the number he gave me for the charleston corporate office and angrily explained what happend, of course they appologized and offered me free donuts for next time... but that is kind of insulting. they want you to go back and get some more bad service. whatever.
i was kinda embarrassed that a huge scene was started in front of soooo many people in such a little store. i remember people staring with there eyes buggin.
but anyone who knows me, knows i WILL NOT tolerate shitty service, esp RUDE shitty service. i know their job probally sucks and everyone has crappy days, but if you are not a people person, then find a job where custumer service is not part of your job description. i will happily pay for a $4.00 coffee as long as they hand it to me with a smile.

SO, after all this and still no coffee, I drove to Starbucks to get my caramel frap with an extra shot of expresso.
and guess what?
he handed me my coffee and told me to "have a nice day"
* all of this would have been avoided if i went for my first instict*


Posted by crazy/misskittycat at 10:27 AM EDT
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justified sacrifices?
Mood:  don't ask
I admit I have been irresponsible regarding my financial situation and life. I am, however, currently making changes to better myself in order to improve the quality of life for myself and my family. I have come to the realization that adulthood is unavoidable. No matter how much my spirit pulls me in the other direction, I have to accept that my glorious 20's are coming to an end. I have had a great life so far but it could be so much more. This is why, this week, I have been forcing myself to work so much. Yes, I am broke, and need the money, but this my first step in "adulthood bootcamp". Its not only about the money, its about discipline- which I lack.
Unfortunately, I have had to make sacrifices in order to do this. I had to miss a couple of events my daughter was participating in because I chose to work this week. I explained to her what was going on, and she maturely accepted my absence. We also planned a "special day" next weekend to make up for it as well. So if my daughter did not have a problem with this, then why the hell does other people?
This is what happend: Monday, the first grade was singing for the PTA meeting at school. The kids had to be there at 6:15! After getting off at 5, sitting in Ashley Phosphate / I26 traffic forever, and running to my parents house to get Tris, there was no way we would have made it. Im not even a member of PTA! Tris, was a little disapointed, but we went home and she helped me make meatballs for out spaghetti dinner that night---we had a blast! Then Wed. (last night) there was a awards ceremony for this thing she was involved in at my parents church. This is my parents thing. I was asked to be there, but since my Dad was going to be there, I decided to stay at work and take advantage of overtime. On my way home, my daughter's Aunt had the nerve to call me and ask me why I wasnt there. I explained to her that I was broke, my bed is broke, and the truck is broke, and I was working. That should have been the end of it. But noooooooo..... she had to judge me, and give me this guilt trip and told me that my absence was unacceptable. That I should have been there no matter what reason I had not to go. I did not say anything at the time, but when I hung up the phone, I was in a rage! How dare she make judgements on my parental abilities. I so wanted to call her back and tell her to mind her business and worry about her own children, but I didnt. She loves my daughter almost as much as I do, and in her ignorant mind, she was doing what she thought was right. I just want to keep the peace. Words with her would have resulted in a war I am not interested in fighting. Yes, I could have stooped to her level and gave her a couple parental pointers, but thats not what I am about. I mind my business and do not form judgement on any parent because in the end everyone loves thier children and does right by them in thier own way. This is not the first time she has butted in, but I guess everyone is entitled to thier own opinion, after all she is family. Cant blame her for her ignorance.
Today is Tristen's last day of school. She has an awards ceremony today, but of course, I am here at work. I really hated to miss it. My heart aches to miss it, but her Daddy is there and when I see her tonight, I will hug her and kiss her and ask her every detail of her day. I will also tell her how proud I am of her. I do feel tremendous guilt, not for her, but for myself. I made this decision to "buckle down" this week, and because of it I have to miss a few of my daughter's milestones. I can sit here and say "what if" or "i should have done this" but looking back and regrets will only hinder my progress. Its just a shame that my avoidance of being a responsible adult has reoccurring consequences. I can just do my best and pray that I will not lose my soul in this journey.
**"If I should die tomorrow, I will have no regrets. I did what I wanted to do. You can't expect more from life." -- Bruce Lee

Posted by crazy/misskittycat at 10:24 AM EDT
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The Life He Lives at 3
Mood:  cool


Briar Sebastion Cummins
born on an October day
not one person could ever fathom
the obstacles about to come his way

A boy born with a disorder
called Myotubular Myopathy
This baby boy was sick!
His Mommy and Daddy were not happy,
that the doctors gave up quick.

The doctors said to "let him go"
"This ain't no life to live"
Briar's Mom and Dad said "NO! NO!"
"We have too much love to give"

"We have much faith and love
to help us through these times
We even have the Lord above
who is always by our sides."

Briar has spent most his life
at hospital and hooked up to machines
but after lots of prayers said
A "Miracle", no longer a dream.

Briar Cummins has beat the odds
that doctors had made clear
"Briars life is too short to fight"
But guess what?
They were WRONG!
Briar made it past ONE YEAR!

Thank you Lord, from up above
for giving us this little boy.
He's the reason that we believe
in what we call unconditional love.
Briar fills our hearts with joy.

Briar's smile lights the darkest of rooms
His laughter can be "heard" for miles
His life is one of miracles
Innocence, Love, and Smiles.

Briar's One Year Milestone
quickly came and went.
How fast time flies by!
Just one more reason to celebrate,
the life of this little guy!

Then Briar made it to year two!
Time flew by just as fast
Who ever knew?
Our happiness will forever last

Briar has a birthday
on October of this year.
A birthday party, what fun it will be
Briar Cummins is turning is turning Three!

Friends and Family
Food and Fun
Birthday cake for everyone!
Now we have a question,
What do we get him,
what shall it be?
A gift for for a boy
who is turning three?

Can Briar have this or that?
His Mommy's seal of approval
is needed
for toys, clothes, or even a hat!

Briar, this child, never yearns or wants
this seasons newest toy.
So, how about the gift of Comfort,
to give this little boy?

The bed he has is now too small
Briar's growing up
and growing tall!
Here's an answer to the question we all dread..
Let's all go in together to get Briar
a much needed bed!
A bed for rest
A bed for play
A bed to lay down his head.
A bed he will use EVERY single day!

No contribution will be too big or too small.
This loving gift of comfort
will be from us all.
Its just an idea
the rest is up to you
Just know what you decide
We know will be for love.
We give our thanks for all you do
And thanks to the Lord above.

Happy Birthday Briar Cummins!
Thank you for sharing your life.
On your day we celebrate
overcoming obstacles and strife.




~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Do You Believe In Miracles?

On October 27, 2003, we were blessed the birth of Briar Sebastion Cummins. Briar was born with a disorder called Myotubular Myopathy. His parents were told he would not make it and were advised to just let Briar die. They said "absolutely not". After many prayers and against all odds, the Cummins family is pleased to announce their "Miracle" son will be turning THREE this October! Briar is not only a miracle to his parents, but to all of us. His accomplishments are an amazing
inspiration and he confirms that miracles are real, they do exist! Briar may not verbally communicate with anyone, but he has taught us more than anyone ever could. Briar is what the world is lacking- hope, faith, unconditional love, and a reminder. A reminder that life is not what it seems to be. Never take anything for granted, and most important never give up!

"What Should I Get Briar For His Birthday?"

As many of you may know, there are limitations on the gifts Briar can receive. The Cummins family appreciates all gifts to Briar, but instead of giving him something he will outgrow or not play with, we came up with an idea - to give Briar the gift of comfort. We are asking anyone interested to give a monetary donation to go towards a new bed for Briar. We all are aware of the huge financial responsibilty involved for Briar's medical care and we thought that this may help the Cummins family greatly. Briar has outgrown his bed (yea! that means he's growing!) and he needs something bigger to accomodate his growth. What better way can you show love to Briar than to give him something he will use EVERY single day? If you are interested, you can make donations through a birthday card or through a collection box we will be setting up at Briar's party. We look forward to seeing you there!
*****Important... SHHHHHH!!!! Please do not mention this to Stacey or Damon because we want this to be a suprise!


Posted by crazy/misskittycat at 10:22 AM EDT
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just a little misplaced
Mood:  not sure
i am truly disappointed. i grew up around kind, courteous men who were respectful to women and i just assumed all men was that way. ha. whatever happend to chivarly? the code of chivarly is pretty much based on courtesy, honesty, and self respect. i guess in our era of equality among the sexes and stong feminist influences, men no longer feels the need honor this role. and why should they? women have lowered our standards as a whole by accepting this and allowing themselves to settle.
roles of the sexes have changed slightly since the times of the 19th century. women back then were passive and was expected to be a wife, mother, and home maker. men were the bread winners and women were to be seen not heard. even in the 19th century, women were unhappy because even back then they were unappreciated for thier efforts. the only difference today is now women have a voice. a voice i believe that is not used to potential. today women are still expecting to play this role that has been the norm for centuries. and just to add more to their plate todays society make it difficult to live on a single income. dual incomes are required just for survival--this means women have to work outside the home and still perform duties at home. wtf? i dont understand how we do it. i personally have a hard time trying to balance home, work, and family. yes, i feel underappreciated and hostile towards the situation when i feel i am being assumed "lazy" because i honestly did not have time to wash the fucking dishes in the sink!
i would not have a problem most of the time if i felt appreciated for being a woman. i have old school beliefs that each woman and man have certain roles that are important to the sucess of the relationship. i believe chivarly is not dead --- maybe just a little misplaced.
every girl and women are princesses and should be treated as such. despite of the era we live in, honest, gentlemenly gestures are always welcome. a door being held, being wined and dined in dating, or occassional flowers or surprises to break the monotany relationships tend to in to. i believe a man should alway hold his lady dear and questions "what did i do to deserve such a wonderful woman?" i'll tell you what he did? he respects, cherishes, and loves his woman. he proves that chivarly is just not a figment of our imaginations. with this being said---it would be an honor to cook him dinner.
when mutual respect is present in the relationship, then i would have no problem playing the stereotypical woman role. i would prepare meals with love and darn socks with care without being bitter and resentful.
i just get so disgusted when i see women out there working thier ass off, taking care of the kids, and going home to a man who has done nothing but sit on his ass all day cause hes too depressed to find a job. she is setting a very bad example to our younger generation that this behavior is ok. because of this, chivarly has died down little by little by the fault of thier "role models". great example your setting retard!
its really sad that i actually get a little excited when a man holds a door for me.

where have all the cowboys gone? and why are some women such dumb bitches?


Posted by crazy/misskittycat at 10:22 AM EDT
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Slower Than Molasses In January
Mood:  chillin'
Im just testing out my new blog site! Hopefully this won't get taken from me either, because I see potential here. Today is an ok day so far. I was almost late for work because my family is slower than molasses in January! They do not understand the meaning of hurry up and someone needs to light fire under thier asses just to get them to move! It is so aggravating! Anyway, I am spending another long day at work doing overtime just so I can have some cash flow coming in. Great. You will be hearing from me soon.

Posted by crazy/misskittycat at 10:15 AM EDT
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