I took a
half day at work today since I have to work on Saturday. I can only
work 40 hours in a given week so when I neglect to plan ahead for just this
occasion, I end up with a half day instead of a full day off during the
week. I had plans at one point to meet some people for lunch, but
when that fell through I had a backup plan that took the cake. I
made myself an appointment at Massage Envy and found heaven in an hour for $39
plus tax and tip. The majority of the time was spent on my upper
back and Sarah managed to beat my knots into submission. I felt good
for the first time in about two weeks! After my massage
was over and the sales girl was giving me her spiel about their membership
program and my recommended wellness schedule, I reluctantly declined membership
since $49 per month is not feasible. See how low I have sunk that a
paltry $49 per month is undoable? Maybe if I go every three months
the $65 per hour long session will seem like a good investment.
My next
stop was lunch, and there was a Chipotle just down the strip calling my
name. I entered the restaurant and stopped cold right inside the
door. What the hell was the music they were playing? It
sounded more like new age instead of Mexican. I approached the
counter with apprehension. What is this? Where are all
the Hispanic men and women that could correctly pronounce ‘carnitas’ and ‘barbacoa’? It
was then I remembered the reason I had avoided Chipotle for so long; the mass
firings in December 2010 of the Latino workers who made Chipotle one of my
favorite restaurants. Where is the Hispana who chatted
with the hugely pregnant white girl that spoke Spanish? I even
showed her baby pictures since I was there so often since Alberto had cravings
for Chipotle at least once a week. She is gone now, replaced by new
workers who have sucked the joy out of my burrito. I have officially scratched
Chipotle off my list of desirable fast-food options, and I will now have a
moment of silence for my loss. ***SILENCE*** Ok, I’m
done now.
If you
want to carpool you need to say so, I am not a damn mind reader and I sure as
hell don’t appreciate when you tell my mother-in-law that I’m the one that
screwed up because you can’t pick up a phone and CALL me. If for
some reason you think that I should be somewhere and I’m not, there is this
invention known as a ‘mobile telephone’ that is literally always within my
reach. I even own multiple batteries for my mobile telephone to
avoid losing contact with friends and family. Also, if you don’t
communicate your plans then you shouldn’t expect us to leave you on the visitor
list. Alberto has a lot of blood relatives in the US including: his mother, 4
of out 5 siblings, 10 nieces, 2 nephews, 1 great-nephew, his daughter, and his
incredibly beautiful wife who all want to see him. Fortunato, eres
tonto if you really think we’re going to let you occupy the entire visitor list
for multiple weeks when you make no effort to visit Alberto or communicate your
desire to do so. As far as I know, Alberto has no intention of
taking me or Ashley off the list since we visit every week.
So what
brought about my profound irritation with this particular brother-in-law? Well
we were about 10 minutes from the start of social visiting time when Fortunato,
Yesica, Yamile, Anita, and Lisette all show up in their Sunday best. I
was shocked because I knew for a fact that Alberto had not talked to them or
let them know they were on the list and Fortunato had been told by me
personally that only 4 people were allowed on the visitor list at any given
time. I also told Yamile last Friday that Gisela and Daniela were on
the list this week because they wanted to go with me on Monday to see
Alberto. I didn’t trust myself to speak to them in my mind frame, so
I asked Daniela to tell Fortunato to ask the security guard up front if they
were on the list. If he didn’t think to call me or Gisela to make
sure they were on the list before bringing his family all the way downtown,
then he wasn’t going to understand if we told him that he wasn’t on the
list. He marched to the guard at the desk, and a few minutes later
marched himself out of the building with his family in tow. As
irritated as I am with the whole situation, I keep hoping that Yesica is not
mad at me.
Ashley
pitched a fit during our session with Alberto. I genuinely think he
was surprised that his ‘princess’ could throw such a spectacular tantrum. Welcome
to ‘Toddler World’ love, and this is not even the worst she’s ever been. It
was the culmination of no nap, waiting in an entryway for almost an hour, and
cutting her last molar. The tantrum came in handy since Alberto
apparently described it in detail for his mother who now declares she will
enforce a mandatory nap time whether Ashley likes it or not. Thank
you for the help Caro! You accomplished in 5 minutes what I have
been attempting to do for the last 4 months. Alberto has always been
so reasonable and dependable that Gisela takes him for his word immediately
without question. Ashley was so exhausted that she fell asleep on
the way home and did not wake up when she was moved from her car seat to the
couch or from the couch to her crib. As my luck runs, she’ll be
awake in an hour or two demanding ‘loop loops’.
It’s been
a couple years since I’ve had to deal with a late night feeding, so I better
shuffle myself off to bed.
“Do you
see now? You see what has happened here? This is why my
in-laws irritate the ever-loving crap out of me.”
Deza
Mendez @ Lizzy every 9 days or so
Ciao
Interesting
Spanish words/phrases from this post:
Barbacoa: A
spicy, shredded beef slowly braised for hours.
Carnitas: Pork
that is braised until tender in a mixture of seasonings. (and a
personal favorite)
Hispana: A
woman of Hispanic descent
Eres
tonto: You are silly/foolish/stupid/idiotic -or– You are a(n)
idiot/dummy/dink/clod-pole… etc…
Loop
Loops: Ashley’s funny pronunciation of Fruit Loops
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