This weekend went by so fast it was sick. Saturday I spent six hours at the mall. Again... SIX HOURS. I walked. I tried on clothes. I walked more. I... whined. In the end I managed to buy a few new outfits and enjoyed some bonding with a coworker. I think I would have bonded MUCH better over some drinks and cheesecake, but ya know. I'm still trying to work out the details of next week. And by 'work out' I mean find out what the hell I'm doing. I don't have a start time. I don't have a location. I don't have shit as far as information. So yeah, I'm a bit on edge. My OB came in today in the usual grumpy Monday mood with an added snarkiness to make the day even more fun. Luckily for me she's in a meeting til at least 11:30am. Then it's showtime. I'm going to have to show her how to do the reports and hope she doesn't bitch at me for my 'get it here' instructions. After all... she WAS the one that taught me everything I know. As if...

Okay, I don't. But I totally need one. My current bag is old and boring. Meanwhile the ones I fell head over heels for are waaaay too expensive. I know there are knock off bags downtown that you can get for half the price, but the whole 'shopping' thing makes me queasy. You know... going out and dealing with a bunch of people trying on clothes that don't fit so other people can lie and say they look fabulous... just to get them out of the store. I don't know why I have such a negative feeling towards shopping in general. I swear it's borderline phobia. The thought of shoe shopping makes me want to lock myself into the house and barricade the windows. Online shopping is the best thing since sliced bread to me. No fuss. No obnoxious shoppers. No long lines. No kids running around. No annoying employees telling you something looks fabulous that you are busting out of. "Lime green tops and pink capris are in this year!" Not on this body they aren't.

This weekend JakeD and I offered to go to Ikea and help cart the furniture to their new place. Rav4s are great for carrying large loads without looking too big. Anyway, after walking through the MANY sections of Ikea we made it to the end. Everyone was tired, our feet hurt and all we wanted to do was get the hell out of there. Caufield suggested I bring the truck around while they checked out. After finding a decent parking space in the loading area I called. "Uh, it's going to be a bit." Lovely... So I sat in the air conditioned car and waited. A minute later I felt a bump against my car. It actually rocked the car. I look over and some ditzy blonde is leaning her car door against mine. I jumped out and she quickly moved it. I was pissed. She finally got her stuff in and drove off. Not TWO MINUTES later I feel another car rocking bump. WTF!?! I jump out and this time the chick looks, and then ignores me. Her car is parked slanted so she can hardly open the door. I went into bitch mode.

Me: HEY!
Idiot: What?
Me: Move your fucking car door off of my car.
Idiot: What?
Me: Move your FUCKING car door off of my car. You're scratching the paint.
Idiot: What do you expect me to do?
Me: Park your fucking car correctly so you don't bump my car with your FUCKING car door!

By that time her friend had jumped out of the other side and led her away, closing the door. I stood there in the heat, staring them down. I could have spit nails by that point. Two minutes later (after having to move everything back out because they put the car keys in the trunk before piling the boxes in) they warily drove off. I loathe inconsiderate people...

Okay, so I just made out like a bandit. My phone battery is dying (again) and Jake is looking into getting a new phone. The smart thing to do is to both get one, right? Okay, work with me on this. I started looking into PDA/Smart phones for Jake. After looking around I started wanting one. Jake was looking into the Treo 700P or 700W so I started to grill him. What do you need that for? When will you need to do a chart on your phone? The most he could come up with was grocery lists and memos. After trying to talk him out of spending a large amount of money on a phone he didn't need I ended up calling to get one. Yeah, stupid me. I went through the whole deal until we got to the online discount. Apparently you can only use that if you're eligible for a new phone, which I wouldn't be until June 2007. I was looking at the prices for new business. When I went through my profile it showed the full price. $600! No fucking way was I paying that. I thanked the girl for her time and hung up, but not before her suggestion that I go into a store. For some reason she thought they might have some magic wand to make that discount happen. Either that or she was counting on me getting a not so bright employee who wouldn't check protocol. After sulking for a minute or five I grabbed the phone and called up our local Verizon store. I started to stumble through my saga and the guy asked for my info. After a couple of seconds he told me I WAS eligible for the deal and to come on down. I threatening to stalk him if he was wrong, hung up the phone and we were off. Twenty minutes later I was buying a brand new phone that I had no idea as to how to use and really didn't need. Four hours later I have yet to play with it. I have to pry it from my boyfriend's cold, dead hands first.

After an exhausting weekend of cleaning house we decided to go to Best Buy to drool at the big screen TVs. After wandering past the 50" movie screen sized TVs we started looking at the *smaller* ones. By smaller I mean 40 - 42". We walked pasted the a few and noticed one with a pretty decent pricetag. Decent for someone in a higher income bracket, that is... For me it was reachable. The 12 months of no finance charges made it doable. After two more walk throughs we bought it. I paid the guy and he left to get our brand spanking new TV we didn't really need. Five minutes later he came back... empty handed. Apparently the three in stock weren't in stock. Since it was new they didn't have many. I was told to come back on Thursday. So Sunday we put the new stand together and dreampt about it. By Tuesday Jake was going nuts. After pointing out the slip said nothing about picking up we started calling the store. After 30 minutes getting hung up on, transferred to a voicemail that was full and being put on terminal hold I panicked. We threw on some clothes and headed to Best Buy. Luckily the salesguy was there.

We waited for him to finish up and then recounted what happened (no way was I letting that much time slide). He did the usual "Really" with the head shaking and lead us to the counter in back. He assured us everything was fine as he looked for my order. No dice. He finally found the shipment... which was coming in Friday. He tried explaining how they were a store within a store, which is why I was bumped back to their phone. He mentioned it was for higher end equipment and better service. I scoffed and pointed at the telephone gal. "She put my boyfriend on terminal hold for 30 minutes while she checked for the television. That's why we came in." Again he did the head shaking. I was not amused. I just placed myself in debt for a TV that wasn't going to be there. He asked me to wait and disappeared into the back. I thought he was hiding until he came out and asked if we wanted to take it home now. Hell yes! With a few clicks we were on our way home. Now we have a huge TV to mess with. Which is good because we wont have the money to do anything else. :P

I bought a router on Saturday that Pos suggested. It was a great price. Now if it will only get here. I sent the company an email to ask for the status and recieved a form letter saying to wait 2 working days after ordering it for the request to be processed (it's been three). What ever happened to someone actually responding to questions? Now it's three days and I dont even have a fucking tracking number. If I don't get one by the end of today I'm going to start laying the smack down on these jokers. *rolls up imaginary sleeves* Ph34r me... Or something like that.