Who is this Guy??

Seriously. I did this.  And for five minutes, this joker's face has been everywhere.  I'm sorry if it happened to you too.

It finally went away.  And then I did it again. Because I'm a moron.

You think, "Oh! That is so cool! Some random dude is all over my screen but it's not quite clear enough for me to figure out who he is! Is he famous? Maybe I should stare longer so I can get a better look!" And then you do. And then it's still blurry, you still can't tell, and now his stupid face won't go away. Truth.

3 days until 3B vacay with my 3 bestest best friends! WHOOP WHOOP!

Hopefully I can sell my car.  There is a lady who is going to look at it Friday. I'm also thinking Craigslist.  If you have sold anything on Craigslist of value (we're not talking a $10 bookshelf, folks...) I could go for some tips.  :)  Please. And thank you.

Megan OUT.

Rockin' Dress...

I had errands to run this morning, so I wore a dress.  Considering that probably doesn't make sense to you, let me explain.
I like wearing dresses far more than wearing pants.  It's one piece of clothing vs. the obligatory 3 that come when you opt to wear pants.  One piece. Just one.  Who wouldn't choose to put on one piece of clothing?  However, our building is the equivalent of an igloo on the dark side of the moon when it comes to temperature, so wearing a dress to work isn't always an option, unless I want my fingers and toes to fall off from frostbite. I generally opt to go with long pants, long sleeves or a jacket, and close toed shoes so I don't freeze to death.

Since I didn't come into the building until this afternoon, I got the joys of wearing a dress without being an icicle all day. And this came with perks. :)
Let me set the tone...I'm in a knee-length dress (from Target, in case you were all wondering, which I'm sure you were) and 2 inch heels that have a cute little fabric flower on the top above a peep-toe.  They're adorable. I'm adorable.

Tag Office, 8:00 AM
Its about time for my tags to be updated. And I needed another copy of my proof of tags. So I made a fun trip to the tags office. As I'm coming out, this guy stops me.

"Howdy ma'am."
I can't even make that up.
"How are you doin' today?"
I'm FAN-tastic. :) "I'm doing well."
"Well, I just wanted to let you know you look real pretty today."
Thanks? Do you see me often? Who are you? "Well, thank you."

And that was it. But hey...I can dig compliments!

So later, I had other errands to run.  As I was leaving one office, a guy was walking out with me. He was way nice.

"Hey how are you?"
Man, this dress is magic! "I'm well. How are you?"
"I've been out all morning and I didn't get to have breakfast, so I'm hungry.  Thinking about going to get lunch."
Ummm...okay...
"Are you headed back to work?"
"Yeah."
"Where do you work?"
"I work at Georgia Highlands.  We're moving to the new building so I have to go help pack."
"So you wouldn't have time for lunch would you?"
OH. Oh no. "No I wouldn't... I really need to get back."
"What about another time?"
Awww.. How sweet! But no. Dude was shorter than me, wicked scrawny, and not dressed to impressed. "I don't think that's a good idea.  I don't think my (non-existent) boyfriend would appreciate that very much."
"He doesn't let you eat?"
Can I just tell you how sweet he was? Really adorable. Just so...small...and young... "He has no problem with me eating.  He's just not a fan of me eating with guys he doesn't know and I don't know."
"Oh. Okay. Well maybe I'll see you around."
"Maybe! Bye!"

Talk about feel goods!

Megan OUT.

Is it Fact? OR FAKED?

I got to take a candidate in the new building today all by myself.  That was exciting.  I also got to see most of our new furniture, including my office furniture.  I think I shall add that as number 2 on my list of things that made my day better. :)

So I had to stop wearing dresses to work in the summer.  They keep our building at a delight -284 degree Fahrenheit, so I practically freeze.  I think Cara's smurf-syndrome is wearing off on me...  Needless to say, pants are way (WAY) better.  Also, with pants, I don't have to shave my legs every day.  Just every 3 days. But you really didn't need to know that.

Tuesday night is Fact or Faked night, which mean Tuesday night is a good night in the YoungPuck home.  Stunt dude always makes for good times.

"Guys! Guys! It's probably faked. But it could be fact! It's hard to tell."
Yes. Thank you, genious.

Last night we came up with a brilliant plan.  Stunt dude (or Austin...) should head over to Ghost Adventures on the Travel Channel and meet up with those guys.  They're all pretty much the same person.  Think Jersey shore reject who moved to California and now can't get a job anywhere because their talent lies with stating the obvious in an obnoxious manner.

"Hey guys! I think they totally faked this video/claim/life/other crap because you can totally see the strings!"
Yes, Stunt Dude. We see the strings too.

"Hey guys! This had to be a hoax.  I mean, we created it with hours of building, welding, electrical work and a nifty camera.  Surely these amateurs could do the same!"
Really, Stunt Dude? Because they have nothing better to do?

"Hey guys! This video is totally freaky.  You have to watch it!"
Yes we do.  Because that is the premise of the show. But just because it's a cat walking on it's hind legs doesn't make it paranormal.  Not faked. Just stupid.

New plan: Watch Ghost Adventures and insert Stunt Dude and his asinine comments into the situations. I'm excited.

Megan OUT.

Biggest. Month. Ever.

So...let me just begin by saying that somehow June is my busiest and slowest month ever. EVER.

I have 6 days in my office to pack up.  In the midst of all of this, I have multiple meetings, student meetings, trainings, and paperwork to do.  Oh...and I haven't done crap for about a month, so I have some catching up to do.  I really should stop procrastinating.
Also, my office is full (almost floor to ceiling in some places) with cardboard boxes.  I hope there isn't a fire because our whole office is going up in flames if there is.  I think this is a fire hazard.
On the plus side, I have a week and a half left in this building, a week in Florida with my besties, and then I'm moving to the new building. HALLELUJAH! Building story in a moment.

As you just saw, 3B Vacay with Lindsey, Amy, and Cara is less than 2 weeks away.  I'm so excited I could pee my pants right now. Except I won't, because EWWWW. 
"3B Vacation?" you say... YES! 3B Vacation.  It's the Bitchin' Beach Bonanza (thanks to Amy who so lovingly uses the word "bitchin'" when she's excited). And on Friday, June 29th (the wonderful anniversary of my birth!) it'll be the Bitchin' Birthday Beach Bonanza. BAM!  It's exciting.  I foresee lots of alcohol, awkward photos and videos, and a fantastic tan in my birthday future. :)

Building story:
So we're planning a Week of Welcome! (WOW!) blow-out for our new building opening in August.  And for some reason, no matter how many times I tell people that we have to book because everything goes quickly that week (everyone is doing a Welcome Week activity parade), no one seems to take me seriously. Except Carolyn. Because she's awesome. Seriously.
I keep pushing.  And NO ONE seems to provide me with answers.  Finally, last week, Rob agrees to meet with us. He asked me to come with a $30k proposal (yes...a proposal the amount of my ENTIRE yearly budget) and then he'd find the funding. And we start going through the list...

"There is no way they can do a hamburger/hot dog cookout for a group of 300 for less than $1000."
Are you kidding?  Brother 2 Brother can do it for 600...
"Yeah...and a pig roast for 300 people will be at least $6000."
Really??? Are we shipping the pig in from the wonderful land of magic piggies??
"But I'll accept your proposal for $2,900 for food and we'll make up the difference."
WHOA buddy... That's my whole budget there... What about everything else?
"So go ahead and book everything you can pay for.  These musicians, the DJs, supplies, giveaways you want to to do, etc. Then we'll make up the differences."
Okay. Here are the two things I can pay for. Go.
"Send me a new proposal.  Make 3 columns to show who you intend to pay for what.  OSL pays, Auxiliary  pays, Not sure who pays. Can you do that?"
Yeah...I'm not a moron.

So I make the list and look at everything he wanted us to pay for.  It came out to around $15k.  My budget was $2K.  Slight difference.

So I started taking things off. You want free food?  You have to pay for it.  You want inflatables? You have to pay for it.  You want giveaways? Well...you get the picture.

I send it Carolyn first so she can check it out and she comes down to my office.
"Do you have time to meet tomorrow?"
Yes....am I in trouble here? Because I really can't afford to pay for that stuff. Or is this about playing on Facebook too much? Wait...I blog at work. Crap. I'm so fired. "Sure.  What do I need to prepare for?"
"Just looked over your proposal and we have some things to discuss."
"Oh. Okay.  Is there anything I need to review?"  (God...please don't tell me you think I should kick in more money. I don't have it!!)
"Oh no.  I just think we're paying for things we shouldn't and they need to be kicked back to him to come up with funding.  Also, I have some questions about the schedule and a few changes."
Whew! "No problem.  See you tomorrow."

So we meet, make the changes, and all's peachy.  Now he just has to come up with about $18k.  Hahahaha...ha. Yeah...

Sandra* and her sister are coming by this weekend to check out my car.  Hopefully she wants to buy it. And has cash on her.  If not, I'm calling the lady from Title Max.  I have to get rid of this thing!

I just found 2 disposable cameras on my desk.  I'm going to go develop those.  This could be good times. I'll keep you posted.

Megan OUT.

Oh. Gosh. I'm back.

Updates:
1. I'm still a Student Life Coordinator but their adding "and Director of the Student Center" to the end of that in about a month.
2. Lucy is still a beast. A 38 lb beast with no female parts.
3. Clifton and Diesel live with us.
4. Other stuff.

It's summer time and we were lamenting today on what exactly we do in the summers.  There are no events, no students, no SGA or student orgs, and few (if any) judicials.  What do we do?!?  I'm bored.
I have a to-do list, but it's boring and I don't feel like it.

I'm trying to sell my car.  Luckily, Sandra* said her sister is interested and wants to come look at it this weekend. Hopefully, this won't fall through...like the last one...

Story time:
So, a month ago, when I got serious about wanting to look at cars, I asked around to see if anyone would be interested in buying my car since private owners pay more than dealerships do.  And I found a taker in the form of Eric*'s sister.  She ended up being crazy. CRAZY.
She came by my apartment last weekend to look at the car, but didn't have the money to buy it on site.  We came to a verbal agreement about the purchase of the car and agreed that she could come pick it up the next weekend (or whenever I had all of the details straightened out).  I was able to put together a document for us both to sign (protecting us both in the event the sale didn't happen as we thought it should/would) and called her to meet up over the weekend to sign stuff, exchange money, and hand over the keys. I asked if we could meet Saturday, at which point we could have the documents notarized by banks because we'd both be available (off work) and able to go.  She said that was fine and she'd see me Saturday morning.

Didn't happen.

I waited...for FOREVER. Finally (FINALLY!) at 6:00, I texted her to see what the deal was.

"Yeah... I had to work today. I'm on my way."
 "What time will you be here?"
"About 7..."

7?? 7:00PM?? NO bank is open right now... how can we get this notarized?  AND...I've been waiting ALL DAY on you.

"I'm supposed to be headed to Kennesaw. Can we meet up tomorrow?"
"That's fine."
"What time?"
"AM okay?"
"Yeah. I can meet anytime after 10:00."
"Okay I'll meet you at 10:30."

***Next day***

I get up, finish cleaning out stuff, shower, and I'm ready by 10:25. And guess who doesn't show.
At 10:45, I text her.

"Hey...are you still coming?"
"Yeah. Running a little late but I'll be there in 15."

An hour and a half later....

I get tired of waiting so I send her a text that says, "I have plans and I can't keep waiting.  If and when you have the $$ in cash, I'll sign the title over to you. If you want it after the 22nd, it goes up $300. If you don't want the car after all or can't pay for it, I have another buyer lined up."

She never text back.

Finally, at 12:20 she calls me.  "I'm here!"

Yeah...my text? Nothing? Oh. Okay.

I politely tell her (in so many words) that she's completely unreliable and there's no way on God's beautiful green earth I'm handing my car over to her without payment in full.  Because she's CRAZY. And she gets all defensive.

"Well...things come up.  And I didn't know I'd have to work." A courtesy text or call wouldn't have hurt... "I mean...you had to cancel on my on Friday." No ma'am.  You asked to meet Friday and I said Saturday would be better because of plans I already had. "Well, if that's the way you feel and you have cash, I don't blame you..."
And we hung up.

Whew!
Wait...this isn't over....

5 1/2 hours later...
"Hey. I just got your text.  Thanks for the consideration but I have to say I don't appreciate the tone you used earlier today.  I hope you conduct yourself more professionally at work than you did today."

Excuse me?  EXCUSE ME?

"I'm sorry you were disappointed,  but my tone was not unprofessional.  I'm sorry we couldn't come to a disagreement and you were disappointed in not being able to take car."

Her response: "I have 3 cars so your car is not an issue.  You were just unprofessional.  I don't know if it's a product of where you live or how you were raised, but I'm just used to dealing with a different class of people."

So... people who don't put up with your crap, let you get away with whatever you want, and have ZERO expectations for you?  Definitely a different class.
Megan OUT.

 Needless to say, I didn't type anything back.  She's just looking for a fight. Whatevs.
I'll find someone else who respects my time.

I like that "Megan OUT" thing.  That will now be how I end my blog.

Megan OUT.