Alabama + Graffiti

When this week first started, I knew it was going to be a slow one, because I have something to look forward to. I finally got the phone survey; came in all its lovely glory yesterday afternoon. I rocked it, I think.

The new 280 opened, and that is my residence for this Tuesday. It’s nice in here; it smells good. they have those mister things in here, that periodically scare me. They’re not quiet. I’ve done all my reservations with no deposit and my collection calls. I will wait until two to start the call backs. gotta love those callbacks.

I made this promise to myself that I’m really going to start studying hard for the GMAT. I want so much more, and I think that having an MBA can help.

Quick update, maybe more later. Or tomorrow, or Thursday. We’ll see.

So it’s phone survey day, or supposed to be. It was supposed to be phone survey day yesterday too. I hate phone survey week. I’m always on my toes constantly waiting for it, and I waited all day yesterday for it, and it never came. I think today may be the same as yesterday.

I was supposed to get all the newbies to come over here today, but they never did. Not that I’m too upset about that; I don’t know what I would do with them.

It’s been a pretty boring week so far, have the Braves game to look forward to this weekend, and seeing Robin. Just getting ready for the Aruba trip in almost one week. Technically tomorrow will be one week for me, seeing as how I don’t work on fridays or saturdays. I think Bennett is finally amped up for it.

I’m sorry I’m so boring. I honestly have nothing interesting going on. There’s pizza in the breakroom, and if I weren’t going to Aruba in two weeks (even Bennett has limited my French fry intake and replaced it with healthy crap), I would be all over that meaty Pizza Hut pizza just sitting back in the break room. I mean I’m glad that we’re on this healthy/gym kick. We set a goal and we stuck to it. We eat out once a week, on Fridays, and cook (well, he does) every other day. I help too, sometimes. When I can. I’m not all Betty crocker in the kitchen, but I can do some things. Or try to do some things.

Anyway, I guess I just write to take up some time. Don’t even know if anyone’s out there anymore….

Last night Bennett and I went out. And this is the first time in awhile that we went out and drank, and then we came back here and drank some more. We went to the Lakeview Oyster House, somwhere my ex-manager and Jim always went for lunch. It was delicious; had some fried oysters, because I’d never had one before, a fried one that is, and then a shrimp po-boy, and some fried green tomatoes. It was one of the best meals I’d had in awhile. And it was pretty reasonably priced, too.

Then, since we’ve been so good trying to get in shape for Aruba, we decided that we could reward ourselves with a night of debauchery and fun. We head to Blue Monkey. I love this place, and you should totally go if you’ve never been. It has kind of a bluesy feel, but they usually play some trancy music unless they’ve got someone out on the patio. And their outdoor sitting is great. This is a super fun place, and I think it’s become our favorite.

Woke up all hung-over like, placed a pizza in the oven and was better. Went up to the Summitt to go to the apple store to have them take a look at my ipod. the sound has been screwed up on it for awhile, so i wanted to see if they could fix it easily. But no, they couldn’t. They took my ipod and they’re going to recycle it, and they gave me a new one. It was cheaper than it would have been if I were to buy a brand new one, but the thing that made me sad; all of my old music is gone. I no longer have that desktop computer where i stored all of my old music, so i’ve spent the latter half of this evening trying to remember what i had put on the first one. Oh well I guess. I shouldn’t complain about getting a brand new iPod for half the price, since it was their hardware that messed up. I am very sad about losing my music, but in a way kind of glad, because it will get rid of all that crap that usually skipped past.

Anyway, off to start a new week at work tomorrow; worked six days last week, and i hope that won’t happen again this week. Next weekend we’re going to a baseball game with bennett’s dad over in atlanta. and then the next weekend, it’s off to Aruba. Little nervous about the plane riding as always, but i’ll be ok, I hope.

I can’t wait to just get away..

So in order to prove that in fact, I am not dumb, and that I could get into graduate school if I wanted ( a plan recently re-implanted into my head by the boyfriend), I have devoted the next month or so, minus Aruba week, to studying for the GMAT.

After the whole hospital ordeal, I flirted with the idea of going back to school, and it somehow drifted off into space with the dealings of my life in Birmingham. But Bennett now thinks that this thing is a good idea, and we should go back to school, if not only to meet people our own age.

So I almost remember why I decided to throw grad school out the window, and I’m going to completely blame it on triangles, and their tricky hypotenuse and pythagorean theorem ways. I do NOT remember any of this crap from school, except for how to find the area. I breezed through the verbal section (sort of, I lie. This was hard, too), and simply gave up on the math part, hoping that Bennett is blessed in the wicked way of the triangle.

His book tends to be better, the GMAT for dummies, than my stupid Kaplan book that probably cost three times as much as his. It doesn’t matter; I can’t even think straight right now, with all those circling triangles and formulas that were pushed out for a reason. I’m still not using them. I don’t remember the last time I was asked to figure out things with the square root symbol in them; and seriously, just seeing that symbol freaks me out. Fractions, too.

Studying is no fun. Taking tests is no fun. School is no fun. How in the world did he talk me into going back?