Playing Catch Up

It's been a few days since I've updated.
I last stopped at my broken toe. (Still hurts a little, btw.)

Thursday
Nothing much happened on Thursday. Karla (casino lady that I was waiting on to call me back) finally called around 11am that morning. She scheduled a second interview for Friday morning. I hobbled around on my pitiful toe and complained about it.


Friday
I had to be at the second interview at 11:30am so I left here around 10:30, but before the kids woke up. I'd gone back and forth on what shoes I was going to wear. None of my dress shoes would comfortably fit a broken toe and I gave serious consideration to wearing flip flops to the interview and just explaining the situation. (I was pretty pissed at these folks anyway.) But my professionalism won out and I squeezed my pitiful broken toe in my cute pointy heels. I wore the flops while driving and figured that I'd just park close the elevators and there would be little walking involved and that the interview would be rather quick.
Yeah right.
Well, first I was kept waiting for a long time. (I hate this. I know shit happens, but I think that's my biggest pet peeve during any interview process.)
Karla finally comes to meet me and then we walk up to the director's office. Where we wait some more. (At least 30 minutes.) We mostly chit chat about this and that. We talk a little about my previous experience and whatnot and then there's a lot of dead silence. (Fun.)
The director finally comes in. She asks me two questions and that's it. And the last question she argued with me over my answer. It had to do with customer service and the Mobil star ratings and standards for the different stars. I worked at 3 star property while the company was going for the forth star. I know what they are and I know the process. Was it bad that I stood my ground? Probably. But I knew what I was talking about and was so aggravated with the entire situation that I really didn't care if it made her look like a dumb ass. Karla says they will call this week. (It's Wednesday night and no call. Surprising? No. Do I think I got it even after I was told I was the lead candidate? No. Do I care? No. Mostly.)
Came home and my mom and dad were here and visiting. That was fun.
We went to eat at Cracker Barrel and it was so yummy!


Saturday
A friend of mine from high school (we were best friends) Tabatha, was having her son's first birthday party and invited me. She hadn't seen the twins yet so even though it would mean a 2 hour drive, I decided at the last minute to go. I rush around and pack the kids up and off we go. They actually did amazing the entire time. I don't think there was any crying. (If there was, it was minimal.)
I get to her house (and didn't get lost!) and there's only one car in the driveway. I'm slightly confused my this. So I knock on the door and her dad answers. I ask where everyone is. He says, "Gina, the party is tomorrow."
*face palm*
Tabatha is throwing her grand opening party for Mary Kay. Lovely. Well, I stick around to at least her, her mother, and her sister get back. I was not going to just turn around and go back home. So I hung out with Bill (the dad) and her son and stepson for a little bit. The girls get home and everyone has a nice laugh at my goof. It's decided by her family mostly that I have to stay and just spend the night. So Tab and I go to Walmart and I get undies and a toothbrush and formula and we stay the night.
There is much catching up and conversation. I had a really good time. The babies did AMAZING. Tab got her pack-n-play out and they slept in there. They really did great.


Sunday
We all wake up (much earlier than normal for me and the babies) and get ready for the party. People come over and we all party. Noah (the birthday boy) eats cake and then plays with his new toys. I leave. I end up stopping three times in the first hour because I think there might be too much sun on the kids and am trying to get those stupid sunshades to stay up. I finally give up and cover them with light blankets.
Then I got pulled over.
For the first time EVER.
The state trooper was a major dick and was not nice in the very least. I'd never been pulled over and never had a ticket. I thought I gave him what he needed. Well, he didn't ask for my registration so he practically threw it back and barks out at me, "Well, I didn't ask for that!" Excuse the f* out of me dude. I'm just trying to be helpful!
Then I had a question about where to mail the payment to. He bit my head off again. Jackass. (I was going 81 in a 70. Bad yes. I've always been a speeder. I'm now befriending my cruise control.)


Monday
The babies and I spent the day relaxing and not doing a darn thing. We were all very tired.


Tuesday
John was off work. While the babies napped we did yard work. Our weed eater is too short for John so until we get a new one he wants me to weed eat. So I tried that. It sucks. I hate yard work to begin with, but this is like using a jackhammer or something. And apparently I suck at it because John said I missed a 20ft section of fence. Whatever. Didn't look that bad to me.


Wednesday (Today)
John was off again. We went to Babies R Us to price convertible car seats. My parents want to buy them for us (yay!) and wanted an amount. I thought it would be nice to have them for our trip to the coast in a few weeks (we decided on that) so hopefully they'll mail us a check in the next day or two and we can get those and get the kids used to them. They seem so much more comfy than the infant seats. Lots of padding. (If anyone's interested, we decided to go with the Evenflo Triumph. It's got a higher length/weight limit, but isn't $300. Not sure which Triumph yet, but one of the three.)
We had amazing sex.
Then we had dinner and just hung out.
John's now listening to music and I'm hanging out online.


So we decided to go to the coast and are leaving July 8. I'm so excited. I'm ready to see Chuck and see Biloxi. We're also going to New Orleans and spending an entire day and evening there. We need to go by the cemetery and get some letters fixed on Vic's (MIL) headstone thing. (Is it headstone in a mausoleum?) Some got washed away during the hurricane and we haven't fixed it yet.

There are two days left in the week. We'll see if Karla does call me back or not. At this point I almost hope I'm not home when she does. I don't know if I want to talk to her. (Especially if it's a Thanks-But-No-Thanks call.)Back to the job hunt.


Gina