In my defense: Dear Best Buy Guy

Dear Best Buy Guy,

I don’t know how often the customers you help give you their number and I realize I may be another drop in the bucket. If I may explain myself properly, I don’t usually talk to people. Period. The extent of the conversation ends at, “Thank you. I’m fine.”  Sharing information to strangers who are the same age as me is uncalled for.

As I walked away the first time I met you, I knew I should have gotten some type of contact information but shrugged it aside. Besides, I’m not one to dwell on missed opportunities. How was I supposed to know that I would be back a week and a half later because my phone was having problems? How was I supposed to know the day I actually decide to come in you would be helping me? How often does that happen?

Honestly, you didn’t help my case either. You didn’t have to remember me, remember what you helped me out with, remember where you were helping me, or, remember everything we talked about. It would have been so much easier if you didn’t pick up the conversation where we left off. You even offered to put a screen protector on for me without charge. When I reiterated not being charged, you specifically told me to look for you and you would put it on for me.

In our last and final conversation, there were many times you could have mentioned a girlfriend. When I asked how was your weekend? You could have said, “I didn’t get to spend time with my girlfriend as much since I was working.” Or when I asked if you were a typical Filipino able to play the piano? You could have said, “No I don’t but my girlfriend does”, or “No, but my girlfriend’s siblings do…etc.” Don’t worry, I forgive you. I utterly failed as well, in my attempt to steer the conversation into a more polished and smooth transition into giving you my number, etc.

Then again, as I was asking you if people were having the same problems I was, you looked at me smiled and said, “No, actually I think it’s only you.” Look buddy! I do a horrible job at lying, especially when I’m already freaking out because I’m nowhere near my comfort zone. I took it as if you were putting me under the radar. Shouldn’t you have gotten the hint that I’m not a very polished flirty type girl? (Actually I’m not a polished flirty girl at all) Looking back, I probably should have said something like, “Well you found me out, does that bother you?” something completely absurd as that. (At least, that’s what I think a polished flirty girl would do, I WOULDN’T KNOW!) I assume I didn’t answer the question as you expected me to because (actually I don’t think I commented at all) you covered up and said, “I actually haven’t sold many of these phones and I haven’t done any returns either.”

Back to my utter failure at the smooth transition of giving you my number, you provided that and I suppose you could say I used it against you. You were finishing up the transaction. You stood right in front of me, looked me in the eyes,  and said something to the effect of well maybe I’ll see you again about your phone and flashed your dazzling smile at me. I stood there and blurted out, “If not, here’s my number.” Then I walked away. I promise you, if there was a more discrete way to run away, I would have done so.

No, I didn’t linger to see your facial expression. No, I didn’t flash a cutesy smile back. No, I didn’t say call me soon. No, I didn’t bat my eyelashes (how does one do that anyway?). By the way, this whole process? I think it’s absolutely ridiculous. I have no idea how anyone can do such a thing on a regular basis. Everyone tells me it takes practice. I’m sorry. I’m not one to practice such an absurd and ridiculous transaction. This is definitely my first and last time, in a long time. I did say in my 22 years of living this is the first time I’ve actually wanted to give a guy my number. My friend corrected me and said, “You should probably only start giving your number away to guys when you’re at least 17 or something.” Let me clarify, “In the last six years of my life, I have never once wanted to give my number out to a guy. Let’s hope it won’t happen again until six or seven years later.”

If I were to ever run into you again? I would start laughing aloud and apologize for the awkward everything. I would probably explain to you I never do such things. EVER. Then again, why would you believe me?

Last but not least, thank you, you were the perfect person to allow me the opportunity to cross of, “Give a guy my number” on my bucket list. Too bad, you didn’t say if you had a girlfriend or not. I think my readers would have enjoyed this letter much better if I titled it, “Dear Best Buy Guy’s Girlfriend”.

🙂

Best Buy Customer,

Melanie T

PS. How awkward would it be if you googled those terms, “Best Buy Customer, Melanie T”

CHRISTMAS: Got to mix things up a bit… Part 2 of 3

Missed the first part? Read here!

Continuing on from my last post…

Now everyone wants to go outside. Play some basketball. Etc.

I’m looking for my boots to join them… I can’t find them! I see other brown boots that are NOT mine.

I give up looking and stay inside to join the older folks with the karaoke. (I hear you: typical.)

They also went caroling without me. (New tradition)

 They went next door and were given $4 for their crooning serenade.

Such manners… as they relayed the information my bro J took the money. Cousin Ry yells “SCORE!” as they’re walking away… Someone also adds “JACKPOT!” to the shouts of surprise and thanks…

Apparently, there were some cute guys in the audience mix. To console myself by missing the cute guys sighting… I say… “Oh well they’re [Cousin Jul & sister D] still in college they’re probably like 19s.”

Cousin Jul: No! They were in college. Cousin J saw them to!

Cousin J: Yeah.. they were cute.

Cousin Jo: MAN! I missed it.

Me: Were they black?

Cousin Jo: You like them bros?!

Me/Cousin J: Duh, she dated a black guy for 2 years…

Cousin Jo: dude! I didn’t even know you like them bros!

Me: Uhm, yeah! Lol. FOUND OUT! Hahaha.

Somehow the conversation steered back to the cute guys.

Cousin Jul: I didn’t even notice them because an old guy answered the door and there was little kids running around.

Me: How do you know it’s not their kids?!

Cousin Jul: It’s probably their cousins!

Me: Oh no. I’m not signing up for no baby mama title.

Cousin Chuck: Oh yeah.. that’s what they were looking for. Good thing you didn’t go Mel.

Cousin Jul: You guys are so messed up!

And with that conversation we wrapped things up at this house and proceeded to say our goodbyes, hugs, and “see you tomorrows” to everyone…



Packed up for the next house. It was 7:30 pm.

And what did we do?

Can you tell we love taking pictures together?

Cousin J and Cousin Jo

Sister wanted to be in the picture too!

When the tripod is setup; more people can get in the picture

 

Yes, we are weird and random. Ok, just me 🙂

 

At this house we continued our gift opening from this family.

We continued our caroling to random people (my cousin’s friends).

One more post left 🙂

My Name is … JUROR # 10 Part 2

Continuing from yesterday’s post…

What I thought about this experience:

I enjoyed it. It was definitely an experience.

Sidebars are used to approach the judge in a semi-private fashion where only the prosecutor, the defense attorney, the judge, and court reporter are the audience.

The council makes up the defense party and the prosecuting party.

Raise your hand if you need to use the bathroom, its ok.

Possible objections: hearsay, vague, relevance, leading, argumentative, offer of proof..

Rulings: sustained, overruled, stricken.

 

A few funnies in the court room:

There were three instances where I remember laughing wanting to laugh.

#1. The defense witness was being cross-examined by his defense attorney…the witness turns to the judge turns back to the attorney…leans into the mic… bathroom break. I’ll be right back.

#2.  Another defense witness… (honestly, i wanted to laugh the whole time he was up there. This guy was a complete joke.) Anyway, the District Attorney was asking very simple questions and the defense witness could not give a straight-forward answer. For example, Question:  is said defendant a lieutenant? Answer: No, he’s actually an Animal Control Officer 2, just like me but he acts like a lieutenant. They didn’t give him the exact title because there isn’t enough funds to pay him on a lieutenant salary. Melanie: I want to LAUGH out LOUD!

#3 Closing arguments . . . the District Attorney was able to give his closing arguments first. Then the Defense Attorney provided his. The District Attorney then gave his final push to the jury. Among that final push…he brought out a picture of a red herring. He called many of the Defense Attorney’s “reasons/excuses” red herrings. Somehow, I saw that coming…and was thoroughly amused that I was right. I was also entertained that he even provided a picture…of a red herring. I think I chuckled…aloud. Maybe even smiled at the District Attorney…oh how I would miss him.

If any of you want to know what my case is about let me know. I can divulge although I have some type of fear that the DA might google about this specific case he was on so I don’t want to provide any names and specifics. I may have a password protected post about it instead. 🙂

My Name is … JUROR # 10 Part 1

Here is the post you have all been waiting for. My jury duty post! Of course, I say it tongue in cheek like… no one is really waiting for me to post, let alone post about jury duty. No one notices I haven’t posted about jury duty, either. I’m glad I straightened all that out for myself so you didn’t have to do it in the comment section below 😉

 

Jury Duty.

What I liked:

My days start at 10:30 am.

Typical lunch time: 11:30 am – 1:30 pm. The court itself is closed from noon to 1:30.

My days end no later than 4:30, sometimes earlier.

The District Attorney was the prosecutor, I got to see his pretty face every day. If I believed in love at first sight..that was it. Such intellect, beauty, and personality.

I went home for lunch.

Some days I even took a nap.

It was nice.

What I disliked:

The court room was always cold.

I didn’t have a name.

I was referred to as my juror number according to the seat I had.

I was unable to talk to anyone about the case.

I was unable to talk to my beloved readers about what went on inside the courtroom or my head about the case, for that matter.

Mostly, I was unable to talk to the District Attorney. Oh how I loved admired him. (You do realize I am kidding right? Melanie would totally never ever fall in love with someone by the sight of them. It goes against everything Melanie.)

After lunch, I always found myself a little drowsy.

Cross examinations were full of objections and sidebars prolonging the case from 3-4 days to a whole week.

The jury deliberation room was freezing as well, fyi.

Tomorrow I will post about my experience-what I learned and a few funnies 🙂

 

Stay tuned!

In the spirit of Thanksgiving . . .

Thanksgiving this year is different. We’re home without the many family members that usually comprise our family holiday gatherings (family gatherings in general).

Come to think of it…it shouldn’t be that weird for me not to be surrounded by family members during my college years. Every year at college it was a different state and surrounded by different people. It was still the same… I spent it with people who loved one another, cared for each other, and had unimaginable blessings.

My blessings this year? It’s been a hard year but I learned things about myself that I would have never learned had it not been a hard year. I learned things about others as I went through this hard time as well. I learned things about my God because of my hard times.

I’m thankful for my family. No matter what happens and no matter what the outcome of my life I will always have them and they will always love me.

I’m thankful for my friends-here, nationally, and abroad. We’ve been through many different life phases and each one has taught me more about life and encouraged me spiritually.

I’m thankful for a church I have the opportunity and privilege to serve at. The 4-5 year olds I teach and the 2-3 years old I watch. I thoroughly enjoy playing the piano for RU Friday nights.

I’m thankful for the RU ministry. It’s been a place I can come to and be surrounded by people who are striving to run the race as I am with as few distractions and weights as possible.

I’m thankful for God’s mercy, faithfulness, and longsuffering. If not for those 3 characteristics I would not be where I am today spiritually, physically,  mentally, or emotionally.

It’s an uphill battle but shame on me if I ever thought anything worth gaining was easy.

Guys vs. Multi-tasking

Photo Courtesy of blog.gigoo.org

In my personal opinion based on three scenarios on the past three months, guys cannot multi-task.

Scenario 1: This morning on my way to work I was getting very frustrated with the car beside me. I wanted to get in front of him or behind him but he was driving along side me with 50 feet between him and the car in front of him. Come to find out, he was texting on his phone. This particular car would haunt me all the way to my exit. Not only was he incapable of driving while texting. He also proved himself incompetent driving while talking on the phone.

Scenario 2: I was visiting a church and afterward they had food because of their special service that evening. I was sitting with a friend of mine; he was eating a chocolate cake. He and I were talking….he completely missed his mouth and the cake plopped on the floor. I told him.. “You can’t multi-task can you?” His answer: “Yes, I can!” Drops a piece of cake, again. His updated answer: “Yeah…I can’t.”

Scenario 3: A couple of weeks ago I was at home with the fam-bam. We were all in the living room chilling on the couches. My dad was on the laptop searching for jobs… He asked me how my interview went. I told him the whole story. Afterward I got up to do something. I came  back and sat beside him again. He asked…”So how was your…” I interrupted him…”Dad! I already told you about my interview!” He smiled sheepishly… everyone else laughing.

Any comments, ladies?

Guys, what’s your defense?

What am I doing?

At 1:oo a.m. I decided to take a shower.

Now, I’m wide awake.

What am I doing?


Its 1:40 a.m.

What am I doing?

I don’t know.

 

I sit cross-legged on my bed flipping through my journal-debating if I should read what I wrote in my journal when I was still with the bf.

Maybe I lost or maybe I won, but I read.

Many of the entries without dates. Many entries about my googly feeling about my boyfriend.

Do I cry?

Maybe a little.

What am I doing?

 

Many entries with questions and unknowns.

Many of the entries are questions I have now and the unknowns I’m experiencing.

What am I doing?

 

One grave difference I notice. Maybe you have too.

 

I’m different.

 

Same questions but from a different person.

A different person today, single yes.

A different person from 11 months ago, taken, yes.

 

What am I doing?

I’m doing what I have known to do the past 11 months,

those times when I don’t know-what I am doing.

 

Keep going.

Don’t give up.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Photo Courtesy of Photobucket User: smileyhanchulak

 

Yes, a faint and sometimes flickering light  but still a light.

 

Welcome to my Randomness XX

I had two stories to tell now none come to mind. Wow…talk about getting old.

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I remember!

Anyway, I was reception relief yesterday since my subordinate didn’t come to work. I haven’t been up to the reception desk in about a month or so?

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A client calls. Need to speak with Jack, please (Names changed, of course)

Me: I’m sorry Jack is out of the office for an event. Would you like to leave a message or be transferred to his voicemail?

Client: That’s what you told me last week. Did you ever give him the message?

Me: I’m sorry, this is the first time I’ve been at the reception desk since last month. I work in the accounting department and we’re short-staffed at the moment.

Client: Oh. Well, when will he be back?

Me: I’m not sure I know he had training last week and there’s an event this week. If you leave a message I’ll e-mail him your information. Jack returns phone calls accordingly.

Client: Ok, I need a loan and I was referred by Wells Fargo…

Etc. So goes the conversation.

Sometimes you can tell someone is prolonging the conversation. I was getting that type of feeling with this guy. Hey, what can I do? A client is a client right? Go with the flow, keep him engaged, interested, and portray that I really care about his needs and how our services can meet those needs… yada yada.

Yup, I was right. He just wanted to prolong the conversation. Unfortunately, he asked for my name and yes I gave it.

His conclusion/goodbye. Ok, sweetie thank you so much.

GAG.

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He was probably in his mid-thirties. Not that anything is wrong with that age. It’s definitely not the age for me. 🙂

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We were supposed to have an Alumni Volleyball game tonight. We aren’t having one. It got canceled. I’m totally disappointed.

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I was so looking forward to this game!

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At least tomorrow I still have my Saturday league. I’m going to need to find something after this Saturday league is over though.

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November 1st starts the end of my life. Not that I’ve had a life right now anyway. For sure, I’m going to start studying again. This time I’m determined. Studying 3/5 week nights I’m available. Saturday afternoon studying. Sunday afternoon reviews.

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Let’s hope I stick with it. I have 2 months planned out. I also have a weekly to-do list. I also have a daily to do list: M, T, W, S/S each day has several goals.

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Since I love lists and crossing things off my list…this should help me stay motivated and determined. I’ve also accounted for Holidays.

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The second story I really wanted to share has completely eluded my mind.

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OH MY GOODNESS! I remember now! I think I remember at least. Vegetable oil. Everyone uses vegetable oil, right? Well, we also have olive oil, virgin olive oil, etc.Sometime this week in the evening I was really itchy. I couldn’t figure out why. I took Benadryl and it somewhat subsided. The next evening I was looking at the ingredients for pan de sal. Filipino bread. AMAZING taste. Anyway! It said vegetable oil. I randomly thought to look at the ingredients for vegetable oil just because I was in a weird mood. I don’t know what I was expecting but definitely not what I found out!

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There was only one ingredient for vegetable oil: SOYBEAN OIL

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I immediately stopped eating. That further complicates things considering almost EVERYTHING is cooked in vegetable oil. I think fewer people would actually use vegetable oil if they called it what it really was: soybean oil-sounds weird.

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This morning I came into work later than usual. I was actually able to talk to my dad. I don’t ever see my dad because I’m usually out of the house by the time he wakes up. He was awake a little earlier because he’s attending this online trading seminar. I opted to go into work late just to chat with him even if it was for 15 minutes. I love my dad. He’s always smiling. Honestly sometimes its hard to tell if he’s serious or not because he has those smile wrinkles.

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The only downside to this Saturday evening volleyball league…I’m unable to go out-of-town. My family is visiting my grandpa (he lives 3 hours away). I haven’t seen him since…oh dear. I don’t know when. Probably the summer time. Because in August my skin wreaked havoc and in September my volleyball league started. I miss him. My dad is just like him… lol.

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Any randomness you care to share?

Bad Habit #2

I wrote about a bad habit of mine awhile back… Click here to read about it.

 

Now here’s bad habit #2.

 

I occasionally drive on empty or close to empty.

 

I don’t know what it is about making sure I absolutely need gas in my car. I need gas either way if it’s empty or not empty. Somehow I feel better about myself if I put gas at the last possible mile to see how far I can stretch my gas for the week.

 

It’s a bad habit. My dad has talked with me several times about this already. Sometimes, I’m running late and can’t stop for gas. Sometimes, I don’t even look at my gas gauge until the need gas light comes on. Sometimes, I need to stretch out my gas a little further so I can stretch out my money. (I know, I paid off a student loan so I can very well put gas in my car)

 

It’s quite a jump from filling up on less than $30 to now having to fill up at $40. My car tends to be the car everyone wants to ride in and personally sometimes I’d rather be the driver than some other people. No offense or anything.

 

Bad Habit #1 People Watching

Bad Habit #2 Driving on empty

 

What’s yours?

 

So much for remembering…

My brother’s football tournament was today.

My brother asked me to print off directions for my dad. Before I left for work.

I did. I couldn’t remember exact directions from the last time I dropped off my brother. So I went on google maps.  Instead of giving the bare minimum of directions based off google maps. I wrote extra stuff down, i.e. pass Ramona Blvd don’t pass Central. 2.1 miles from your last turn, etc.

When I handed my dad the directions I relayed the information I wrote down with a bit more detail. “You’ll pass Ramona and you keep going straight. It will look like you’re lost but you’re not. Monte Vista will be a small street-you’ll stop at a stop sign, etc.” My dad says, “Yeah, I’ll remember when we get closer.”

Fast forward 10 minutes…

My dad and brother are in the truck pulling out the driveway…

I’m in the kitchen getting ready to leave as well.

Hm, there’s this sheet of paper with my hand-writing on it…

OH MY GOODNESS! It’s the directions!

Hurrying out the door to catch them…I shake my head as my dad is smiling as he opens the car door.

 

Fast forward 30 minutes….

I randomly check my phone for any messages as I’m getting ready to exit the freeway

I got a missed call from John.

My thoughts: “Oh dear…what now?”

John: Never mind…we’re here.

I walk into my office and check my phone.

Text message from John: Nvm we found it lol we had to make 2 U-turn; haha.

So much for remembering…

 

Funny e-mail from my mom:

As soon as this happens…..

Retire with dignity…