Break-ups are Hard -- On Everyone

So, last week I saw the end of relationship.

I was on my way home from a walk with Jack and I sensed something was wrong. My neighbor across the street that lives on the top floor of a duplex slammed the door. I then saw this girl put herself in front of him, blocking him from coming down the stairs.

I decided to cross the street to the opposite side but tried to pretend they were just playing a game on who could get down the [sharp, rocky, scary] stairs first.
I knew i was wrong, but i wanted so badly to be right.

He tried to get into his car, she blocked the door. There were shouts and words, i was concentrating too hard on not paying attention, i didn't hear a word. He gets in the car, she tried to force herself between the car and the open door, tears streaming down her face. One final yell, a push and he moves her out of the way and slams the door & tears off down the street.
She storms back to her car, and just sits there.

I send them both a thought for peace and happiness, as they work through whatever it was I witnessed.

I didn't see his car for a few days. I've never seen her car again.

This whole scene really upset me. There was so much emotion and angst on both sides. Of course I've made-up dozens of scenarios that led-up to that final bout... but it isn't my business.

It also put into perspective my own break-up and made me even more thankful that my instincts and manner kicked-in and kept it brief and civil. Of course I imagine that scene again and I get angry or upset or mad.

But now I think of the stairwell incident and am so glad I stayed classy [San Diego].

And now that i write the title of this piece, I find myself wanting to make a joke about vibrators. Thing is, one shouldn't joke about vibrators, they're a godsend.

Okay, bye!

About Effing TIme ~

Dear bloggy-blog,

Oh, how I've missed you! I'm sorry I've neglected you for all these months & months.
Part of the issue is that i can no longer access you at work (LAME), the other reason is that I was dating this ass-hat who took more time out of my life than i realized. He then did me the favor of dumping me & now I have more time for, well, most everything!

So i will not abandon you again! There is too much excellent fodder out there to love, rant against and expose! Not to mention that I joined OKCupid a couple months ago and already that sounds like the set-up for a pretty good story. And yeah, i got some.

So yeah, so good to be back in the ether.

I'll write soon, maybe even now-ish.

xo
Cz

Gift-Giving Snafu

So, in the spirit of giving, i wanted to send the boyfriend's family a bit of holiday cheer. And so i turned to my favorite purveyors of chocolate and sent a See's Candy holiday tin full of scrumptious chocolate!

I agonized a bit on what to write in the 110 character note. I tried many variations and finally settled on the one you see above, which is an excerpt from my 'confirmation email.'

Upon perusing the confirmation email (something i rarely do), i noticed that i signed the card "Christine Christ." Now, if i had any other name, this wouldn't be such a big deal, but I'm sending a gift to my bf's parents, whom I've never met and i have "CHRIST" on the effing card for their Christmas present. Not good.

I pick-up the phone and call the customer service number. I speak to a lovely lady who calmly listens to me "ijustorderedaboxofchocolates on-linetosendtomyboyfriend's parents whomI'venever met. And there is a typo in the card thatmustbefixed!" She asks for my order number, pulls up the order and reads the card out loud to me and goes: "What would you like to change?"
"Uhm, could you remove "Christ" from my signature?"
"Please hold." chuckle-chuckle.

i hear a shumsh noise, the kind you hear when someone puts the phone to one's body to muffle the sound. After a minute, "So you don't want to be known as Christine Christ?"
"No, no, i do not. May you please remove that last word?"
"Okay, honey, i removed "Christ" from the card."

Gushing thanks, i hang-up. Now, thing is, did she really update my note? i really, really, really hope so.

Merry Christmas, everyone!
Cz

FB: To love and/or to hate?

Ah, FaceBook. A magical place where you can connect to long-lost childhood friends, find fan sites for your favorite garden statuary and be in-sync with a cat photographer (literally a cat who takes pictures). It is also a place where if i was a stalker, it would be rather simple. I am not a stalker, but FB often puts me in a position where i feel like one. For example today's updates so far from a particular FB pal:

-I guess i should get to work, 9:45 am
-At work, waiting on parts, 10:42 am
-Lunch. 11:58 am
-Bejeweled Blitz scores pop-up.

Now, this is fine. This is not how I or the majority of my FB pals use FaceBook (maybe one status update a day, two if something truly rad needs to be shared) and the occasional wall post or email. The thing is, with all these updates/time on one's hands, you would think you could maybe take 2 minutes for some more direct communication? instead of a play-by-play of your movements? i'm just saying...yes, I am having a feeling!

Obviously, i started this post with 'generic' but am so peeved about a more specific case that i feel the need to yitch.

Okay, i think i may feel better, thanks.