The last time we did this was with Kat, and I think the three of us had lunch at Applebee's that day...or maybe it was before Mike & I got married and we went to Frederick's of Hollywood at the Tucson Mall? Either way, it was great to spend the day with my best friend.
This is what I needed to shake my blahs. I've been frustrated with work but trying to let it roll off me lately, but Thursday was just an extraordinarily bad day. We were supposed to have a Samsung product training, but five minutes after it started one of our managers showed up and told all of us from Tech Spec to get back on the floor. And that SUCKED. I was really looking forward to it - an hour and a half at the end of my day off the phones to learn how to do my job better? I mean, that's a win/win situation, right?
If it had played out, it would have been.
The rest of the calls I got for those last ninety minutes were from a bunch of entitled idiots with huge chips on their shoulders who expected preferential treatment. My favorite was some woman on the East Coast who said that the health department was going to condemn her house if the stove wasn't working by Monday. I spent that whole call with my hands clenched into fists listening to her carry on and on, and when the call was over I was just about to lose it.
I took a five minute personal break and went to the bathroom, shoved my phone in my pocket and sent a profanity-ridden text to my husband because I was positively furious. Honestly, after the training being canceled (and hearing from someone else in the training that she'd been rescheduled for it FIVE TIMES and had someone yank her out of it every time), ridiculous customers with crazy entitlement issues, I'd had enough. What I really wanted to do was just walk out, but if I walk out then I quit, and I can't collect unemployment. My text apparently startled Mike enough that he texted me back and told me to take a deep breath and calm down.
The thing was that sending the text just helped me get it all off my chest. After that, I was fine. Blowing off steam was really all I needed to do, and I had to get off the floor to do it. I've been listening to people berate me for things that I've had absolutely nothing to do with for the past two and a half years, and I'm getting to the point where I really, really hate what I do at times. Where I have this daydream of hurling my computer monitor at the window, breaking out the glass, and then leaping out after it and just running like a crazy person in the movies or something like that. I hate call center work, but it's all I've ever done and I don't have the education yet to do something else. Ugh.
I also went to Walmart today (referred to last night at bowling as Satan's Asshole, much to the delight of the rest of the team) to get my oil changed. My car gets me from point A to point B, but I need a new air filter (at least) and in car years, it's older than Betty White. They didn't have the air filter, and my car still took a couple of tries to start up, but it doesn't seem to idle quite as heavy now and I'm not hearing some of the noises I was hearing beforehand, so it seemed to fix something, I guess.
So that's good.
Mike and I went out to dinner tonight (he said it was my pick but kept pushing towards the Guadalajara Grill, which is delicious but I wasn't really feeling like Mexican tonight) so we went to Zona 78 instead. They're a middle-of-the-road locally owned Italian place with great food - we had gone there with Kat & Jason for Dine Out For Safety a few years ago and I remembered how good the heirloom tomato and mozzarella salad was, and decided that seemed like a good place to go back to tonight.
We started with the preserved lemon, honey and ricotta flatbread appetizer (so amazing) and then we each had a pizza. I'm not a big pizza eater, but it just sounded good tonight, so I had house-made mozzarella, Italian sausage, tomato and spinach pizza on a whole wheat crust. It was delicious. I can't remember what Mike had, but it had pepperoni, fresh basil & prosciutto and he was pretty impressed with his, too. And then we split a slice of spumoni cheesecake for dessert, which is every bit as amazing as it sounds.
I think part of the reason that I haven't called the cooking school at PCC yet is because I'm not sure exactly which aspect of the culinary arts I want to go into. Commercial baking? Do I want to be a pastry chef and come up with amazing things like spumoni cheesecake? Or do I want to be one of those badass women line chefs that Tony Bourdain wrote about in Kitchen Confidential like Beth, the Grill Bitch? I just don't know yet. I love to make bread. I love to make desserts. I love to cook. It's such a hard call for me to make, trying to narrow down all these options, but in order for me to pursue it I need to make that decision. Time to make a list of pros and cons, I guess?
Anyway, I have to work in the morning and today has been hella busy, so I'm gonna walk my happy ass over and crawl into bed. :)