Rodriguez misses Veevek
I have been feeling very lonely lately. I look at my messenger list at night and it just isn't the same. Mark and I fight and I feel a hole in my heart as I gaze at my cell phone and wonder what time it is in Australia. I just miss Veevek. He was the person who talked me through my issues and made me feel sane. He is the one who encouraged me to give this Mark thing a shot. And now, silence. I feel awful because I know he is off becoming a doctor and that the world will always be a better place because Veevek is here. I can't help but wonder, however, if this NMUN conference may be the last time I ever get to spend quality time with him again. Will we go our seperate ways? Will he be so busy changing the world that he will no longer have time to be my buddy, relationship counselor and life coach? I am so lonely without him but I know that the greater good of the world depends on his being the nomad he is without worrying about little old me. I know this seems dramatic, but if you know Veevek, you understand.
I'm Going to Mexico
Well, my dead end job made life better today. It seems I have won a free trip to Mexico. Well, two days in New Orleans and then a three day cruise to Mexico. AND...I get to take a guest. So, do I take Mark. Or, do I take my mother. Today my mom said "he has been around six months and now I am thrown over for him?" Well, what do I say to that? Besides, I won this award through being the highest selling personnel manager in the blah, blah, blah region so shouldn't I be able to chose whom I take? And Mark puts out. Enough said? Should I relax on the beach with my mother or with the man I love? No contest. Besides, when I was 19, she and my brother went to the Bahamas without me.
Ah, well, I just found out that the rules for the trip say I have to take a significant other. Well, that's kind of harsh, but it solves my problem
The DMV Bites
Well, my boss found out this morning that my license was suspended and she sent me to the DMV to have it reinstated. To my defense, I am sorry that I thought $270 was too much to pay for a few extra miles of speed. Well, I paid the ticket, but I was kind of enjoying being a scofflaw. When the jefe pointed out that I could go to jail for driving on a suspended license, I changed my mind. So, I left my stressful job to go to the only place on Earth more stressful than Willstaff: The Department of Motor Vehicles Drivers License Division. Going to the DMV always makes me think mean thoughts.
Upon entering, my first reaction was "these people are DRIVING?"! I know I live in Georgia. I know that we are not known for the best of breeding and intellect, but come on. I mean, can you not make clothes match and was there NO ONE who have looked after your 12 kids while you came here? Let's just say that this was not the pick of the litter in Savannah. Is there some VIP DMV I don't know about?
Well, after an hour of waiting while people who came in after me were called, I paid my $35 illegal tax (but that's another rant). Then, I had to sit and wait to be called again. I then got the priviledge to verify my address. (By the way, now that I have the new addy on my DL I guess it makes the fact that I am shacking up with Mark really official.) THEN, I sat again until I was allowed to pay another $8 to have my picture taken. Then, I sat down again and waited to have my DL printed. When I saw it I almost passed out in disgust. My chin count has apparently risen to two. I guess I knew that, but I much preferred the skinny picture on the old DL.
Leaving, I called Mark to sniffle about the fact that I am now a law abiding citizen again. He offered to call and report the car stolen but I told him that I didn't really want to go to jail, I just want to know that I could go.
On the way back to the office, to console myself about the Pig Picture, I stopped at McDonald's. Sigh.
