Orlando Day 1: Getting Flewed Out

Hi again!

My mom and I left Disney yesterday and we’re at a hotel near the airport for a few days, so I’m gonna try to make my posts while we’re here (we’ll see how that goes).

So we left for Orlando on December 28th, 2018.

We took a shuttle to the airport and the driver was a pretty aggressive maneuver-er. He was switching lanes like crazy and just whipping that van around.

We got to the airport about 6 hour before our flight. We expected to spend like an hour waiting for security, but it actually only took like 20 minutes. Our flight was delayed like 3 times, so we sat at the gate.

We made some new friends waiting. There was an older couple next to us, a lady with a 2 year old, a girl who was in the Disney College Program, and a therapist from Puerto Rico. To my mom’s credit, they were all talking to her, not me. I don’t really interact with strangers. I don’t think I said a single thing to like 3 of them. I wish I was sociable.

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there’s a suitcase missing from this photo. Oh wait, it’s in the corner.

The plane boarded about 2 and a half hours after we planned.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned it before but I have a bit of a fear of flying. By a bit of a fear, I mean I stay on the verge of tears for the entirety of every flight I board. Lucky for me, this flight had a ton of turbulence. My butthole didn’t unclench for almost 3 hours.

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Taken before we got in the air. When I find cool lighting, I take advantage of it.

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After being in existential terror for a few hours (and watching the first 4 episodes of season 4 of Curb Your Enthusiasm), we landed.

The Orlando airport is really cool. It’s giant, so you have to take a train from one side to the other. We waited for our luggage for a while and much to our luck, some dudes duffel bag got caught on the edge of the conveyor right in front of my moms suitcase, so we had to wait an extra 10 or so minutes while they fixed the machine. It was kinda cool to see the guys moving stuff around though.

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Christmas decorations have been up the whole time we’ve been here.

We then took an uber to get to the motel we stayed at overnight before we checked in to our disney hotel.

If you ask my mom about it, she’ll give you a 10 page single-spaced essay about everything wrong with the motel. The greatest hits include: broken mini fridge, staff didn’t know where the room was located, no elevator, right next to a nice hotel (bad juxtaposition), and many more. I guess I’m a pretty easy to please person because I didn’t particularly care. We got there at like 1:00 and had to leave at about 4:30, so I just didn’t sleep and watched animal planet instead.

I’ll end this post by telling you about one of my top 5 dumb moments of the last half of 2018. So before we left the airport I got some little soft pretzel bite dudes to eat at the motel. When we got to the motel, I decided I wanted to eat them warm… Well in the time between buying them and putting them in the microwave, I forgot that I put the change in the bag they gave me my pretzels in.

If you haven’t figured it out yet… I microwaved a quarter.

I didn’t start a fire though, so I think I did fine.

It’s fine.

I’m fine.

Ok. More posts coming up soon.

Thanks for reading!

 

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I Threw Up At Work

Ok…

I didn’t post yesterday…

I feel kinda bad about it but also I needed to gather my thoughts and take a moment because ugh.

I threw up at work the other day.

I’ll explain how I got to that point now since that’s so very vague.

So on Thursday I was an anxious mess from the moment I woke up. By the time I was supposed to be at work the anxiety had manifested into shaking and being on the verge of tears. Since I am so painfully shy and have awful social skills, I told nobody. You know, as one does.

When I walked into work I was shocked to see that my least favorite coworker was scheduled with me. I didn’t see her name on the schedule so seeing her face the moment I step through the doors was like seeing a ghost. (I really have to walk on eggshells when describing my distaste for her because while she did put in her 2 weeks notice a week ago, I still may have to work with her and she may read this. Just understand any displeasure I express is multiplied by a factor of at least 5 in my actual mind)

The moment I saw her I was pushed ever so slightly closer to full on crying but I needed money and I try to be professional so I just stayed on the other side of the store from her.

I really don’t wanna blame her for my terrible anxiety or whatever, but she was the last straw. Just a disclaimer.

So I’m doing the whole work thing, carefully monitoring wherever she was so I could always be far away from her. I get about 45 minutes into my shift and she pulls be to the back room and tells me that I’m, dressed unprofessionally. Great.

I just wanna say that I was apparently dressed unprofessionally because of my pants. My khaki palazzo pants. The khaki palazzo pants that I’ve worn to work at least 4 times.

Apparently they’re too sheer.

Am I just such an amazing actress that people can’t tell when I’m on the verge of tears or something, because that is god awful timing. I would never criticize the way someone is dressed when they just arrived somewhere that they can’t leave for 6 hours. Is that me being weird or is that me being rational because I think that’s what any person with empathy would do.

You know what? Screw it.

She says this to me like I’m a f*cking dog and expects me to be fine with it, but I’m not. I think she needs to reevaluate the way she speaks to others.

OK. Mean digression over.

So after she says this to me I go back on the floor to help customers or whatever and I burst into tears after about 10 minutes. Luckily I was just cleaning a display but still.

I just couldn’t handle the environment I was in.

I’m in full panic attack mode and I get super nauseous and I run to the restroom and vomit.

Shoutout to me for not vomiting in the middle of the floor.

Vomiting really helped calm me down but even today I’m still in a really nervous state because I’m scared I’ll get a condescending text from her or something.

I think it might be a really bad idea for me to post this but I haven’t named names and I haven’t even told anyone online where I work so I think I’m in loophole territory.

Ok.

I’ll probably post 2 entries today because I just really needed to get this off of my chest.

 

Study Log: August 5th-11th

Sunday, August 5th: It was my birthday so I didn’t study.

Monday, August 6th: Korean 40 minutes, Mandarin 10 minutes

Tuesday, August 7th: Japanese 30 minutes, Russian 25 minutes, Korean 45 minutes

Wednesday, August 8th: Korean 30 minutes 

Thursday, August 9th: Swahili 20 minutes

Friday, August 10th: Korean 90 minutes, Japanese 20 minutes, Mandarin 10 minutes

Saturday, August 11th: didn’t study

 

It’s been a while since I posted one of these hasn’t it. I really wanna begin a new study initiative where I’m even more transparent about my habits so I that inspire others to put in their own effort towards gaining knowledge so I’ll go back to posting these. Hopefully on sundays.