Random stuff

Just some things that pop into my head, now and then…


I went to get my nails done, yesterday, pedicure and eyebrows too.  I’ve been going to this place since summer, but I think I hate it.  I really need to learn Vietnamese.  It’s hard to find a good nail place.

I’m always a little paranoid, when I’m sitting there, in every place it’s the same.  They’re talking and laughing back and forth, in their native tongue, I always get the feeling they’re talking about me, or us, the customers.  Generally, it’s probably not.   Yesterday, though, it definitely was.  I was the only one in there, and there were 4 employees hanging around, the girl that runs the place, and three guys.  They kept walking over to where I was, and talking to the guy doing my nails, and I got the sense that they were ribbing him. Then, they would all look at me, and start laughing hysterically.  Then, another guy did my pedicure, and it was more of the same.  Till I shot the woman The Look, you know, my look.  The one you can feel.  The giggling pretty much dried up, though I could tell they were making all these little comments.  They would say something with sort of a short, clipped feel, and glance my way.

Not only that…but my nails are butchered, and my eyebrows…horrifying.  Alden could have done a better job.

I’m rather appalled at that sort of treatment.  I was the only customer in there, for the whole time, and I didn’t just come in there for a little procedure, I was having a lot of stuff done, and I tip well, REALLY well. I used to tip Paul, like $20.  But…how long do you think that place is going to stay open, when the employees spend half their time mocking and making little comments about their only customer, and the other half of the time butchering them?  That’s so fucked up.  A plague upon all their ancestors, I hope the place burns down.  I hate being made to feel like a spectacle.  I mean, I already feel like one, every minute of my life, that kind of shit just fucks me up even more.

More random stuff:

Irv has been really irritable lately.  Really really.  I have no idea what’s causing it, but like EVERYTHING frustrates him.  He plays WoW with me now, and he’s close in level, now to all my chars. He’s big enough to do the end-game stuff, and I thought he would be happy that he finally caught up.  No.  When I deliberately invite him along, he gets annoyed at some element of the group, like it takes too long, he’s not making any gold, some person rubs him the wrong way, etc…Like, anything he can find to complain about.  Something ALWAYS inevitably sets him off.  So…I don’t force him to come along, and he goes off and does his own thing. I hang with my static group, and we have fun.  Like we always do.   Then, he’s all pissy because I disclude him, because I’m always “running around with THOSE guys, they’re always up your ass”  (We have about 10 people that more or less steadily quest together, there’s always between 3-10 of us around, so we just hang out.)  So…I endeavor to spend alone time with him.  Which seems to make him happy…but I move to fast, he says.  He actually had a tantrum and called me a powerleveler, because I didn’t hand walk him to an area, I gave him specific directions, and had him meet me there.  

He started this ridiculous fight, and said all sorts of hurtful things, making wild accusations, Saturday night. Because my character was standing too near a guy’s char.  An in game buddy of mine, we happened to be standing next to each other, in this central area, and he came up and saw that, and flipped out.  It’s akin to standing near someone in an elevator.  You can’t HELP it, and it’s mostly coincidence. But, oh, he flipped out, because my pixilated fictitious cartoon-like avatar was standing just a little too close to someone else’s.  As far as the game goes, I can’t make him happy, at ALL, and I’ve tried talking about what’s ‘really’ bothering him, but he says nothing.  

All I ever wanted was for him to play WoW with me, and share this hobby that I love.  Now, I’m dying to start an alt, and go off and do my own thing, and play without him.   I love that he has an understanding of the game, and we share that in common…I just can’t cope with his high-maintenance-ness in game.  It spills over to our normal life. He gets bitchy about something that tweaks him, in game, then goes off on me over RL shit.  He gets in his ‘mode’ and starts attacking me, and being irrational about EVERYTHING.  Be careful what you wish for, I guess.  

This week will be cool, I think.  Luiz is coming down, again, which is always fun.  The weather is perfect, I anticipate us going out doing outdoorsy fall things a lot.  Not enough of that, lately.  But, I’m looking forward to going to the park, and for walks and stuff.  

Jamaica is a month away, and I’m excited and apprehensive.  I get anxiety, with new situations, and this will be one.  I’m not looking forward to the dress code, and the fact that I’ll be in my bathing suit a lot.  I’m very self conscious, and my typical clothes are my armor.  I’ll be going into a very different setting, being stripped of my security blanket.  I know I’ll be fine once I get there, but I have mild anxiety now.  I don’t even HAVE the stuff I’m supposed to wear.  So, there’s that to think about.

I almost fainted yesterday, for the second time in my life.  Alden comes running into the house, going “OW OW OW OW” half in hysterics…not like him.  He says “I fell on a nail!” and shows me his wrist.  The skin is broken, in this jagged little slit, no bigger than ½” across with an inch long bruisy area heading down his arm.  It was barely oozing blood.  Classic puncture wound.  I launched into nurse mode, washed his hands and the whole area with antimicrobial soap.  Just then, Irv walked in, to see what was up, and Alden (who was AMAZINGLY calm) showed him the wound, and just looking at that tiny bloodless slit, and the bruising around it…it sent me into shock.  Waves of nausea, everything got all far away, and tunnely, this buzzing happened in my ears, and huge viscous bubbles started popping in my brain, and in front of my eyes.  I lost my footing and crashed into the kitchen door.  Alden must have had it too, because he staggered into the bathroom and threw up.  Irv took over, and helped him clean and dress the wound, while I was trying to regain my footing, and make my head start cooperating.  

He’s had a tetanus shot, so we’re not worried, but Alden was on ‘light duty’ all day yesterday, spending a lot of time on the couch, watching various movies, with his arm in the air.  It appears to have just punctured the skin, and slid in, horizontally, not going deep, or hitting anything vital.  It just poked through all the layers of skin.  He’s so tough.  He shed minimal tears, threw up, and took it like a man.  Mommy almost fainted right there in the kitchen.