parking space
06-23-04.22:09

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I've been a week away from work. i feel GREAT! Cause I know I am not the bad person. In the same light I will get my responsibilities done the way I want them to be done. (mysterious smile) Everyone is wondering what happened to Rona, what's Rona doing, will she keep in touch, will she keep her word? Hmmm......what word? I never really hated working in the Stratosphere I love the job-and I am not ashamed to emphasize this over and over, it's the other unresolved, untouched, avoided, undiscussed, unknown issues of... should I say 10vv312 /-/@/-/@6/-/3/-/7 (if you can read this-I give you some props!--oh and for the person that types up my name in a search engine and reads this---you know who you are-LOSER! May your unpure conscience rot in hell-j/k I'm not that evil-BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-AAAHAHAHAHAHBWAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!snickering some more....) Unknown issues-should I make it known? And I'm not bugging about what the pay was or responsibilities. It's more of their contradictions, inconsistency (hah! and they said I was inconsistent! Look in the mirror and check yourself first before opening your mouth!) to their own words and written policies that may or might or might not be a threat to guest safety, equiptment maintenance, and employee safety and proper training, supervision, job performance-blah-blah-blah. Oh boy! but what can I do! Here I am rambling about a place I might have no say for in the present, cause I am no longer employed; or could it be that-nevermind. Something is bothering me. Is it this? This can't be it cause I'm still buggin' Good thing I got my hard earned and well deserved PTO pay. Yes! There is a GOD! Hi Bosing! Salamat po, sa pera at buhay pa ako!

I bought Kiberly Lockes' cd. I found out she sang the song: Eight World Wonder. So I had to have it, turns out it's pretty cool, oh, and so is Chrisinta Milians'.

OMG! I finally solved what has been bugging me, which forced me to write an entry to clear and empty my pondering mind of a few issues, ideas and thoughts. Why, everytime my assigned covered parking space is empty cause I'm not parked there or my husband isn't, my spot is always the first to get stolen by someone else. Last time, I came home at 3am and someone was in my spot; but there were other empty spots but they had to choose mine. Patrol couldn't really do anything but write them one of those sticker notices-the one that's really hard to take off your window. So yeah, I figure they deserve that. But today, I saw an open regular parking spot and parked there so I could leave the covered parking spot open for Ryan when he comes home at 8:30pm. At 6:30pm Jhosue looks out the window and says to me that someone is parked in my parking space!

I looked out and sure enough he was right there was a black jette plate number EJ2-0621, and there were so many many other open parking spots. (screaming in frustration 'WHY MEEEEEE!!!!!!!! -what's so special about my parking space? The sprinklers aim straight at it which is why my car is polka-dot green, get's the same amount of sunchine?! WHY!?!?!?!?) So I called the office, and of course they were closed. So just like Rona would do-I took the matter into my own hands. Now I feel kinda bad for doing so. I wrote a letter in black pentel pen that said something like: this parking spot is actually being used and it belongs to someone, if you don't move your car by 8pm I will take the next step. I know I used alot of exclamation points, but I didn't try to be rude I was just mad.

I know my letter came across very bitchy. Ryan came home, and I told him about it and he says to me that he should move his car for fear of retaliation due to my bitchiness? But why would anyone retaliate to something they deserve? Gosh, what idoit whouldn't see that comeing. If it was me that did that, I would feel embarassed and sorry. But since that person wasn't me and I'm on the other side, I still feel embarassed and sorry.

Like I always say "it's only hair" I should say "it's only a parking space!" I can say it, but I cannot whole heartedly mean it. I mean you come home late from work tired with aching feet only to realize someone inconsiderately steals your parking space forcing, you to park and walk a mile away! Forcing to park by the dumpster, by the sprinklers (not thatit matters), or across the street where you can't actually see your car anymore. That's not cool. But I still feel sorry, it was Pensylvania plates...I should've let it go. I'm gonna take a peak at Ryan's car right now-just in case.

***I am looking at you from another window. Is this a better view?***

***eunoia-beautiful thinking***

****you could have loved me if you tried***

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