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Cops with Big Mustaches are Mean

chels — Fri, 30 Jan 2009 19:27:52 +0000

So much for my 5-year record of not getting pulled over. I technically got my very first speeding ticket yesterday (and I say “technically” because I was pulled over for speeding 5 years ago, but the cop was badass and let me go). I am sooooo pissed. The cop was a super fucking douchebag, and he was on a motorcycle which makes him a prick by default. Like seriously, how big does a bitch’s rack have to be to get out of a ticket these days?

I had JUST pulled out of my office complex and was driving maybe for 5 seconds. Somehow he said he clocked me doing 47mph. WTF? I JUST PULLED ONTO THE STREET! Not only that, but I was approaching a construction area and the speed limit went from 45mph to 35mph to 25mph and of course he decides that I was in the 25mph zone (which I totally wasn’t when I saw him flashing his lights at me) so I got the lovely 22+ over ticket. Then he goes “Congratulations- you’re the fastest one today!” I wanted to tear his wanna be Magnum P.I. mustache off his pricky face.

So now I get to attend a fabulous Defensive Driving class. At least they shortened it to 4 hours. Last time I went that shit was 8 hours. Yuck.

No More Dramaaaa

chels — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 22:52:04 +0000

Okay so DRAMA time! This is a watered down version. My boyfriend’s little sister Heather (who, AT THE TIME, I considered to be a sister of my own) turned 21 on September 3rd. The event that I help organize happened to be September 5th, so I figured it would be a great present to take her out for a fancy night on the town. We could go to my event together, get all dressed up, I would take care of her drinks, get her in free, the whole enchilada.
So that night, she picks me up and we arrive to the event at about 9:45pm. The event goes like this: 9pm to 11pm is networking/exhibits/socializing and from 11pm to 2am is clubbing/dancing/crunking. So I am introducing Heather to people, showing her the exhibits, walking her through the art galleries, etc. She gets a phone call at about 10:30pm from some guy friend of hers, asking if she could come kick it and drink with him. She tells him no, but I could see the lightbulb over her head.
About 10 minutes later, as I am introducing her to a few more people, she looks at her phone and goes “OH I missed a call from Joe!” (Her boyfriend.) She tells me she will be right back, and runs off to call him. Two minutes later, she rushes up to me all frantic “CHELSEY!! WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW!! JOE’S NEPHEW JUST HIT HIS HEAD ON THE BED AND HE’S BLEEDING AND HE NEEDS TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL AND I HAVE THE CAR!!!!” So it’s 10:45pm and we leave. She is driving like a maniac to drop me off and it seemed like she was genuinley freaking out.
At the time, I was like “OMG okay lets go!” being in the moment, you know? But then, as I am laying in bed on a Friday night at 11pm.. full makeup.. hair done to perfection.. looking quite sexy if I do say so myself.. I had an epiphany. This bitch was a complete liar.
I’m sorry, but if my nephew is bleeding profusely from his head, I am going to call AN AMBULANCE not my fucking girlfriend. And he has about 398204 family members who have vehicles. It just didn’t make sense. The more I thought about it.. th

Monsoon season sucks

chels — Wed, 25 Jul 2007 23:07:11 +0000

I am SOOO over monsoon season. For those of you that don’t live in Arizona.. we have these little things every summer calls MONSOONS. For two months straight we get massive rainfall and the city floods and roads close and people die in washes.. yeah the whole 9 yards.

So yesterday evening I was at work and it was 5:30pm which is when I go home.. but the rain was coming in sideways sooo hard that I was like “fuck that I’ll wait.” FINALLY at 6pm I leave. It normally takes me 10-15 minutes to drive home from my office.. IT ENDED UP TAKING ME A FULL FUCKING HOUR YESTERDAY!! THAT IS 60 FLIPPING MINUTES PEOPLE!! Not to mention I almost died and shit.

I get on Grant Road and the traffic is horrendus. When I pass the Swan intersection there is a dip in the road for about 20 feet and I barely thought I was gonna make it through.. but I did. The traffic is so fucked over that we are just inching.. inching.. inching along until 1/2 a mile later I see a cop car has barricaded Grant Roat because the POWER LINES ARE FALLING INTO THE STREET and is rerouting cars down Walnut, a residential neighborhood street. I managed to take a pic with my cellphone of how flooded Grant Road was before turning onto Walnut. There is a big ass curb underneath that water by the way.

THIS IS WHERE IT GETS BADDDD. Inching down this residential street was torture. IT LOOKED LIKE A RIVER!! You could not see any road at all.. you only saw water. I was driving through a freaking river. The water went up over the curb and was at the front doors of these peoples’ houses.

THEN IT GOT WORSE. We had to turn onto Flower, which is another residential street that happens to be in the FEMA flood zone.. yay. THE WATER WAS SOOOO DEEP!!! There was 4 or 5 cars that were sitting in the road stuck and stalled out with their hazard lights on because they couldn’t move!!! I was like HOLY FUCK because my car is sooooo low.. its lower then most cars and I thought for sure I was screwed. The water was literally up to my car door and I could hear “bloob bloob bloob bloob bloob” like you hear if you’re on a boat in the lake or something. So I am literally having a spaz attack freaking out and crying because traffic is moving soooooooo slow just inch by inch.. and I couldn’t pull over because the closer you got to the curb the deeper the water was.. and there was a zillion cars in front of me and behind me so I was literally trapped there in this deep ass water. My car had turned into a fucking submarine. Smoke was starting to come out from under my hood which made me freak out even more because I was so scared that I was gonna get stuck there and I didn’t know what to do!!! I kept cussing out the traffic and the rain and praying that I wouldn’t get stuck in the middle of the road/river and finally after 15 minutes of torture I made it to where it was shallow. I hauled ass home and vowed to hate the rain forever. I got sooo shaken up it really freaked me out

Tucson was literally built with ZERO drains in the streets so the water had nowhere to go it just kept building and building and getting deeper and deeper. Here are some pictures that were on Arizona Daily Star’s website of yesterday’s flooding. This was RIGHT where I was..

Compass Bank = Butt Fungus

chels — Fri, 20 Jul 2007 16:45:00 +0000

I hate my bank. Hate it. HATE it.
Teusday night the battery in my car took a poo. So I get a jump and drive to AutoZone. I am at the register and slide my debit card through the little machine and it says DECLINED. I am all “what the eff?” I tried it 3 more times and it kept declining. So I whip out my cellphone and call my bank.
I get one of the high school drop outs we call representatives on the phone and ask “Why is a purchase for $200 declining when I have $2,000 in my account?” and she replied “Well it appears as though your bank card has been closed today for security reasons” and I reply “UGH WHAT? SECURITY REASONS? EXPLAIN PLEASE..” And she proceeds to tell me that she has no further information as to why my bank card was closed and that I would have to call the security department in the morning since its 9pm and they were closed. So I go “okay how am i supposed to pay.. my car battery is dead and the banks are closed, I can’t use an ATM machine since my bank card is effed, they declined my check since its tied to my bank card, I don’t have cash.. so what am I gonna do” and I was basically told that it wasn’t Compass Bank’s problem and I was up shit creek without a paddle and/or life jacket. Luckily I was with Mike and he had cash on him. Otherwise I would have had to steal a battery and my thievery days have long been over lol.
Sooo yesterday morning I call the flippin BANK CARD SECURITY department. They told me that the reason my card was closed was because… GET THIS.. some dude in Alabama got arrested by the FBI with several duplicated Compass Bank cards and mine just happened to be one of them. And the guy was acting like it was no big deal.. kinda brushed it off. I asked him why I wasn’t CALLED or EMAILED or ANYTHINGGG yesterday letting me know and hes like “well we sent you a letter.” OH A LETTER!! GEE THANKS!! Getting a letter next week really does me good when I use my debit card for every freaking purchase I make.
Talk about Compass Bank

Out with the Old

chels — Thu, 28 Jun 2007 16:09:49 +0000

UGH. Truley representing the blonde species this weekend.. I tossed my pajama pants into the washing machine not realizing that my precious cell phone was trapped in the pocket with no emergency escape route.

I opened the washing machine lid to transfer my clothes to the dryer.. and when I got to the bottom I spotted the bad news. I swear as soon as I picked it up I heard the washing machine yell “PWNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” followed by a hysterical laugh. But that was just my imagination I’m sure.

Anyways.. email me with your number because I lost them alllllll.

The good news is that I bought a SWEET ASS MACKDADDY POCKET PC PHONE!!! YEEEYUHH BOYYYEEEEEEEEEE!!!! The Sprint Mogul by HTC. Better recognize son. It just arrived and I am very pleased with it. Its rocking a 2mp camera, Windows Mobile 6, 2gb memory, touch screen just like the iPhone and pretty much overall hottness. It is retailed at about $600 with tax, but I was able to get it for less than $300 8) cuz thats how I roll.

Jury Duty SUCKS

chels — Wed, 07 Mar 2007 23:20:27 +0000

BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Thanks for everyone who cared about my grandpa being in the hospital, he is recovering beautifully from his heart surgery. He’s pissed as fuck that he can’t go back to bowling for a few months lol, but he’ll get over that I’m sure.

In some other news, I GOT CALLED FOR FUCKING JURY DUTY FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!!!!! UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! GOD DAMN IT!!!!!!! I was so pissed when I saw the letter in my mailbox.. I didn’t even want to open it lol. Read it and weap…

Just my fucking luck, seriously. Whatever at least my new Ipod will get some use.

Life sucks

chels — Wed, 06 Sep 2006 21:33:31 +0000

California was awesome. Go check out my latest myspace blog if you wanna see the pictures, I’m in too much of a shitty mood to post them here at the moment.

I’m so fucking irritated right now. Ugh. I hate life.

Now for those of you who aren’t aware, there is a new security measure being taken at all US airports. You aren’t allowed to bring anything liquid or gel onto the airplane. I always take my purse on with me, so I had to put all my makeup into my checked bag. That included my foundation, mascara, lip glosses, etc.

So this leads me to this morning, I woke up and started getting ready for work as usual. All of my shit from California was still packed up, so I started digging through my bags. I noticed that the side pocket of my bag was open. I look through it and, OMG SURPRISE, everything in it is GONE! All of my makeup that I took out of my purse, gone. Three pairs of earrings, gone. Favorite necklace, gone. So that really fucked the beginning of my day up.

Then I proceed to go to work. I sit at my desk and see a little note with my name on it. I open it up and it appears to be an office memo, except I was the only one in the office who got it. The note reads as follows:

“Due to changes in the office structure, the following policy has been implemented starting with this pay period:

1) A 1-hour lunch break is required whether or not you stay in the office. There will be no compensation for this hour.

2) All overtime has to be explained on your pay record each pay period as to why it was required.”

I’m fucking pissed. I work my ass off here. And I’m the only one who gets paid hourly here so of course I’m the only one who this “new policy” applies to. I hate taking a full 60-minute lunch because there isn’t shit to do for an entire damn hour. And I’m sure as hell not going to stay in the office for lunch if I’m not getting paid, so now I have to find something to occupy myself for an hour everyday. And I have to explain why I may stay 15 minutes late sometimes? Ugh.. how about because I’m trying to help this company make money by being productive and getting work done.

Oh, and on top of that shit it’s my little sister’s birthday today. I’m going to try and call her when I get home from work and I just pray it won’t be a repeat of last year. I called up there and my mom got on the phone and wouldn’t let me tell her happy birthday because I’m “an evil, mean daughter” and told me to stay away from HER family, yadda yadda etc. etc. So I’m stressed that I’ll have to deal with that shit again.

Whatever. I feel like crying.