Age Matters

As those of you who know me personally know, I am a retail manager. Most of the people I manage are younger than I am, and they get younger and younger each day. It creeps me out when I look at their paperwork and I notice that they are born in the 80's because I can actually remember those years. I try not to think about age much, especially since I've been told that I look younger than I am (I also look way hotter than I did when I was younger btw. Just a little side note ;). Occasionally though, the subject of age does come up, like yesterday. Somehow one of the employees started talking about age and the other manager who was sitting there there mentioned that her birthday was coming up this week. She mentioned she was turning 25 and seemed bothered by that which shocked me because I thought she was older. Not only did it surprise me but it disappointed me because it meant that I was older than her. So anyway, to make matters worse, the employee then asked me how old I was and I reluctantly told the truth (which I refuse to repeat because I'm not comfortable discussing that matter anymore and if you know me, you already know my age, and if not and really want to know, there are ways to find out aside from asking me :P).

Anyway, I've been thinking about it all day and wonder, have I reached the point in my life when I should start lying about my age? Whenever I tell anyone how old I am they seem shocked and I'm not sure that it's always a good thing. I mean, yes, it can be a compliment because it can mean that you look younger, but it can also mean that they think you're a loser for not accomplishing more with your life at that age. I don't know. That's definitely the pessimistic view but not totally out there. Needless to say, I don't know what the right thing to do is aside from avoiding the subject of age like the plague.

Extending my stay...

If everything in my life worked out exactly as planned, right now I'd be celebrating the fact that I have less than 2 months left in Florida. Of course, being that this is my life we're talking about, this is not the case. Instead I have decided to prolong my stay a few more months and am in the process of finding a new place to live. I decided to stay longer for a variety of reasons which I shall not bore you with, but primarily it's because I am not ready financially. Moving to NYC will require more savings as well as more planning. For now my new goal date is mid January so we'll see how that goes. Really the sooner the better but I don't see myself leaving anytime before then. Sadly this means I get to spend another holiday season in hot weather. :(

I killed my MDA!

Last night I managed to kill my MDA. How? I managed to wet it somehow. I don't know how exactly but it happened while using it while in the bath. I don't think I dropped it in the tub but I suppose it's possible (Don't ask me why I don't remember).

Anyway, this is not the first phone that I've murdered (unintentionally of course). I once dropped my Motorola V600 in the bathtub and then had to buy another one on ebay. I'm not sure I totally killed this one because it's still giving me signs of life but the screen is flickering and the touch screen does not seem to be working. :( Needless to say I am really depressed about it. Fortunately I have my RAZR as a backup. The funny thing about this whole experience, though, is that I used to love my RAZR and thought it was really great before I had my MDA. Now I realize that it sucks. I can't go online as easily and I can't log onto google talk which I'm generally logged onto all day on my MDA. I'm feeling really deprived and am having withdrawals. I may have no choice but to buy another phone, however the timing is not good. I just spent way too much hosting my family and am supposed to try to save money for my escape from Florida. This is why I've decided to start the "Buy Inxshopper a New Phone foundation"! Yes, you can help make a difference in my life by donating money to help buy me a new phone! Interested? Feel free to send your donations to my Paypal account. Contact me for details. ;) Thanks!

I survived!

So I survived my week with the family and didn't feel the need to kill them by the time they left which for me is quite remarkable! I must say, having family (or anyone for that matter) over is quite tiring, so by the time it was time for them to leave I felt like collapsing and sleeping for at least one day straight. The funny thing was that I was off the day after my mom and sis were scheduled to leave which seemed perfect. However my sister's flight was canceled (they were on different flights) so she ended up spending an extra night with me. Normally I would've been ecstatic but I was actually kind of disappointed because I had been looking forward to having a day to myself. It turned out well though and I'm glad they were able to come visit me before I leave Florida. Not too much time left. Speaking of, I still have a ton of stuff to get rid of before I leave. Anyone interested in buying all my old fat clothes? ;)

Anyway, here's a video of one of my sister's favorite things to do while visiting me in FL: annoying Perry!

Family Time!

My sister has just completed her junior year at Ohio State and decided that she'd take a detour before heading home and visiting me, which was smart on her part because I (hopefully) won't be living here much longer. Anyway, I figured it would be fun even though I knew I'd have to work most of the time she'd be around. I'm pretty good about making time. However, it turned into a family affair when my mom decided to come around the same time as well.

So, my sister arrived Wednesday and my mom arrived late last night. So far so good but I wonder how long it'll be before we get on each other's nerves. I give it two days and since I actually have the weekend off, perhaps one. We shall see...

Stupid Neighbors

I am not an outdoorsy person at all. I don't care for any outdoor activities such as camping, hiking, fishing, etc. Probably the only thing I like to do outside is go running and sometimes barbecue or maybe go to the beach. I especially don't want to be outside when it's humid and/or hotter than hell which is usually the case here in South Florida. This is why I don't understand why people insist on eating or being outside around here. Part of what got me thinking about this are my annoying neighbors. There's this large family (or at least I think they're a family) who lives diagonally across from me, and every day they are sitting outside at this table they've placed in front of their apartment and there is literally someone there all damn day! They will socialize out there, eat every meal out there and just sit out there for no reason. I don't understand the need for them to sit outside at all hours of the day. It's almost as if they take shifts doing so. I feel like going up to them and asking them why they insist on sitting there at all hours of the day (and I mean literally all hours, like as late as 2am). Part of what makes this especially annoying is that they will seriously sit there and stare at you. Sure, I can be fun to watch ;)but this is getting ridiculous. I mean, were they not taught that it's rude to stare? I guess not everyone has manners. All I know is that it's getting old and they better stop soon before I get mean about it.

Why I make a bad Hispanic

So I went to this new lounge bar/club in Aventura (the "city" that I currently live in)last night, and I was having a pretty good time. The place is nice, with a cool bar and lots of seating where you can lounge stylishly. When I first walked in they were playing regular club music and which I generally like but then all of a sudden they started playing Spanish reggae-ish music (forgot what that's called, all I know is that it sucks). So, being that I'm in S. Florida of course a lot of the people there are Latin and once the crappy Spanish music started playing they all started dancing. It began with that, continued with other Spanish songs that you wouldn't know unless you're Latin and you like that crap, i.e. nothing very mainstream. Anyway, all this got me thinking about how I am the complete opposite of what anyone thinks of when they think of a Latin (Hispanic, whatever you want to call it) girl. In a way I am almost like the Anti-Hispanic and for the following reasons:

• I don't speak Spanish: or believe that just because you live in Miami you should be lazy and just go around speaking it when you're perfectly capable of speaking English.
  
• I hate dancing: For some reason people think that all Latins love to dance. People freak when they find out that I really don't. I think most of them do but for some reason, that's not my thing. It just never has been.
  
• I don't like Latin music: I really don't care for any Spanish music at all. Enough said about that.
  
• I went to college and have a college degree: I know a lot of Hispanics these days do go to college but the percentage is still quite low. I've met several people who are Hispanic in Miami and most of them have not attended college.
  
• I don't believe in extended families: Hispanics are weird about their living conditions. They have a tendency to live with their entire extended families and think this is normal. Who on earth would want to live with their parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc? Not me! I believe in growing up and living your own life.
  
• I have a social life outside of my family: This ties back to the extended family thing. A lot of Hispanics who live with their relatives also hang out with them 24-7. Their cousins, siblings or whatever are the main people they hang out with and they rarely have real friends outside of the family. Weird but not me...
  
• I am not Catholic: Yes, I've been to church before and technically I was raised Catholic but religion does not play a strong role in my life and if it did I would not call myself Catholic. If I did I would make a very bad one. ;)

There are other reasons why I make a bad Hispanic but these are all I could come up with right now. Perhaps I'm just weird in general. I don't know but I also don't care. ;)