Class Dismissed

Today was the last day of teller training for the bank.

Over the 7 business days we've been trained, I've come to ADORE the women I was trained with. Honestly, when I started this training I thought I would hate every single second of it... little did I know I'd be blessed to be locked up in the training room with such outgoing, eccentric characters. Seriously, I adored and laughed my ass off with EVERY single one of them. I couldn't have ASKED for a better group.

We could seriously have opened a comedy club. I laughed until I cried.

And Jerry, our instructor, is definitely going to miss us.

But my first day out in a branch is tomorrow.
Here's to not getting robbed on the first day!

Don't Even Ask

Apparently the babies brought their stomach virus with them across the state line when they visited on Sunday.

Literally ALL I did today was throw up every half hour from 6 a.m. until almost 3 p.m. I've never been so sick in my entire LIFE. It was horrific.

Which means.. I missed my 6th day of training with the bank. Which puts me behind a day. Which is a semi-big deal because I already had a three-day weekend to help me forget whatever I had learned the week before. Now it was a four-day weekend of forgetting.

However, I doubt my training instructor would have held my hair back while I processed practice transactions, so I guess I made the right decision when I stayed home.

Hello, Mattie

Today at Target with Candi, I passed a ton of HELLO KITTY stuff in the $1 bins at the front of the store.

I love Hello Kitty and every time I see it I can't help but think of A) How much I loved my Hello Kitty stationary and B) How much Matt hated my Hello Kitty stationary.

I also can't help but think of how much more often I heard from Matt when we were writing letters back and forth while I was at school rather than being a quick 40 minute car trip away.

Yes, Matt. I blogged about how much you are ignoring me.

And I KNOW you have TWO tests on Thursday. But everyday is NOT TWO-TESTS-THURSDAY! CALL ME!

Surprise Visit

Today, G-Love and Cousin Amy brought the BABIES up for a surprise visit today! So I got to spend the afternoon with my favorite Quinton, Laken & Liam.

You could tell Laken was in all his glory this trip.

This was right before he slapped G-Love in the face....

...but AFTER he threw a temper tantrum in the brand new Sephora in South Hills Village Mall.

He's almost three. These terrible twos should be over soon, right?

Ourlikes.Blogspot.com

So, the website I've been doing freelance marketing for - Ourlikes.com - now has a blog.

That I have to blog for on a semi-regular basis as part of its marketing.

It's not linked on my links section on this blog, but if you are bored...
http://ourlikes.blogspot.com

I promise it will get more interesting. Sooner or later. Maybe.

You Better Watch Out, You Better Not Cry...

I honestly didn't mean for this blog to become the chronicles of a dating life, but whatever. There's nothing else to do in Pittsburgh when all of your friends are in other cities or busy with school and (until recently) you've been unemployed. I need some reason to leave the house.

Date #2 with Yet-to-be-Mentioned Boy was my most recent reason to leave the house after I got home from my first week of being employed. We didn't do anything too exciting -- but the first thing on the agenda was a trip out to Westmoreland Mall where he needed to get a new cell phone.

Yet-to-be-Mentioned: Shit. I forgot it's Friday night.
Me: ...So?
Yet: That means the mall is going to be infested with preteens.
Me: Haha! It can't be that... holy shit.
(Mass number of hoodlums working their way through parking lot towards mall entrance. So bad it's to the point where we can't even get his truck through to park.)

We walked into the mall, only to realize that Christmas had literally vomited all over Westmoreland Mall. VOMITED. It was... the most intense thing I have ever seen. I felt like I was a living, breathing part of some overly hyped Christmas movie starring Tim Allen.

Christmas music was BLARING from the speakers like we were at a rock concert, not a decent-sized mall north of Pittsburgh. People were EVERYWHERE... you couldn't walk without physically hitting someone. Eventually after much squeezing and pushing and pulling - we were able to make it to the Sprint booth, where two employees looked like they'd rather be shot in the face then spend one more minute in this huge, Christmas explosion.

Me:(yelling) What is going on???
Spring Guy: (yelling) Didn't you hear? Santa Claus arrived.
Me: You're KIDDING. All of THIS because of THAT?
Spring Guy: They had MARCHING BANDS playing earlier. MARCHING BANDS!

Working Class

This is the sign I ride under every single day as I enter the building my training is being held in downtown from the T station underground. There is an underground passage way from the T that connects our building to the T stop, plus another building.

I would have loved to have posted a cool picture of the building, but like I said, I don't go outside from 6:45 a.m. when I get on the T, until about 6 or 6:30 at night when I get off at my home stop. So I never actually SEE the outside of the building.

But trust me, its lovely.