Elevator Etiquette

I use three elevators to maneuver between my car and office everyday. And I've noticed that some people obviously weren't taught proper etiquette for elevator usage. So I've come up with some simple rules to follow.

1. Whoever is waiting for the elevator first, gets on the elevator first. I walked up, pushed the button and have been waiting so don't come from behind, throw your shoulder in front of me and get on the elevator first. Not cool.

2. Once you're on the elevator move to the back. If you don't you're blocking the way for others to get on.

3. If you are with a group of friends don't lolly gag getting on the elevator. You and your friends my be blowing off work but some of us are try to get to the cafeteria a meeting.

4. Same for getting off the elevator. When the doors open. Get the hell off. You can finish your story outside of the elevator.

5. Once you are off keep walking. Believe it or not there were other people on the elevator with you and they'd like to exit, but you are blocking their way because you stopped two steps outside the elevator door.

6. If you are a man, do the gentleman like thing. Before entering/exiting put your arm up so the elevator doors don't close on me and allow me to enter/exit first. I'm very appreciative of this gesture and will award you with a very sweet smile and thank you.

7. Hold cell phone calls until after you get off the elevator. Your call will more than likely be dropped and it's annoying for others to have to listen to you yell hello, hello, hello...

8. Never enter the elevator backwards. I understand you're wrapping up a conversation with someone not entering, but when you do this you fail to see me, already standing in the elevator because you aren't paying attention. Now you're standing way to close to me, I can smell your shampoo because the back of your head is and inch from my nose and I'm forced to clear my throat to make you aware that you aren't alone in here.

9. Don't hold the elevator for your entire posse. There are four other elevators available in this section of the building. Me + 12 of you = circus act that I didn't ask to be apart of. (Seriously, 12. I counted.)

10. And for the love of all that is holy, don't fart. It's just fucking rude.


P.S. I conveniently forgot to weigh today. Maybe it's because I've been stuffing my face with Halloween candy. Happy Halloween!

It's over

I officially told the Italian Stallion to suck it. Well, not really. I was much nicer and said something along to lines of "this isn't going to work out." Wish I could say the same thing about him.

It came to an end because I couldn't take his only coming around when it was convenient for him and last minute dates any longer. We planned to get together the Wednesday after I got back from Vegas but since I was sick I rescheduled for this past Monday. Monday came, I hadn't heard from him, I sent a text asking if we were still on. No response. I called and left a message. No response. No response until 10 p.m. Monday night saying he'd been fishing with his dad all day. So, I was over it. Dad in hospital, good excuse. Fishing with Dad, not. Especially without a phone call the day before.

I guess he's not used to being the dumpee but that's really no excuse for put downs or the little argument that followed. Seriously, we went out on three dates.

And he really has a skewed perception of what getting to know someone entails and thinks what I'm asking for (not going M.I.A., which he can't recall, and not asking me out at the last minute) is too much since I haven't "given him anything" yet. (He's funny!) He admitted that he didn't call on Monday becuase the date totally slipped his mind. (So, you forgot about seeing me?) He also proceeded to tell me that he didn't understand why I'm doing this since it's not like I have anything going on. I don't have any guys lined up. (Ha! WTF, dude. Your ego really got the best of you.) And that's when I cut him off and told him to quit talking.

Even after all his back and forth I wanted to remember him as a decent guy who I went out with a few times and had fun. But now I'm left with memories of his douchiness.

Anyway, there is actually a new guy. I'm excited. He's the first new one in a couple of months. We just "met" this weekend and talked on the phone last night. And he seems nice and we have a few things in common. (He's already earned a gold star for not calling at all hours of the night and following through. And by all hours, I mean 10 p.m. on a work night. As I mentioned before, I go to bed early. So instead he sent a text saying he didn't know if it was too late (it was) so he'd call the next day. And, he did. Considerate, yes.) We talked about meeting up, maybe this weekend. I'll let you know how it goes.

I’m Back!

Well, I’ve been back but caught some freakin’ bug on the way home and have been laid up for a couple days. On a positive note, I lost four pounds because of it. Thank you, swine flu.

I had an awesome time in Vegas! I had a chance to meet and learn a lot at SITScation from some of my favorite women bloggers who I’ve been stalking for months.

I made a few new friends at TAO on Friday night.

And of course, I finally had the chance meet my future husband, Mr. Justin Timberlake. (I know you’ve seen the articles that he’s still with that one chick but I’m here to tell you he’s all mine.)

I was into him before but after seeing him strut his stuff live…I’m smitten, maybe even borderline obsessed.

Here's a little taste for ya!

Friday weigh-in

It's official--I've gained two pounds since last week's weigh-in.

What drives me crazy about this losing (or not) weight stuff is that when I'm actually trying, I gain, and when I'm not, I lose.

I need a new game plan.

Update

I had a lot of fun on the date last Thursday. So much fun I didn’t get in until 1:30 p.m. And I paid for it at work the next day. (Who am I?)

We did have a talk about actually scheduling a date in advance with me too. We’ll see how it goes but this week is filling up and I haven't heard from him yet. Well, haven't heard from him isn't entirely true, but he hasn't asked me out yet. Not good.

Friday Weigh-in

I lost a pound. Not sure what this week holds though since I snuck on the scale yesterday and found myself four pounds heavier. Sigh.

A little spontaneity, please

I’m not a spontaneous person. I’m just not. I’m a planner to the core. I’m the type of person who plans to do nothing. Meaning, if I’ve been running around like crazy and need a day to chill, I plan it and let people know. For example, Sunday I’m doing nothing. Just so you know.

So anyway, the Italian Stallion and I (you can read about our non-eventful first date here) have been having a hard time getting it together. He’s obviously a laid back, fly by the seat of his pants kinda guy. Me? Absolutely not. His approach: asking me out on the same day (I’m a busy girl, you have to get on my calendar if you want to see me), calling too late at night (I go to bed early because I need my beauty sleep), I let him know good days to plan something and he went MIA (what?).

So, when he asked me out last week I told him that it just wasn’t going to work out between us. He couldn’t plan a date with me in advance, so I obviously wasn’t a priority to him.

But did he go away? Nope. He set a date and wore me down.

We went out on Monday…and I had a great time. And there may, or may not have been some end of the night kissing. (Don’t judge, it’s been a long time)

He’s really funny. And I love funny! And he’s a guy, with dude hobbies. (Hard to find in a city full of metrosexuals) He holds down a professional nine to five AND he likes to work on cars and has a boat and fishes. And I’m digging that! Not sure where this is going, if anywhere, but for now it’s fun, and that’s good.

That is until I turned back into myself this morning when asked me out again—for tonight. Really? Back to that again? My first reaction was to tell him no. And I did. I have plans. I’m going to my power sculpting class after work and then enjoying the season premiere of Grey’s Anatomy.

I shared this with BFF (who’s been on this dudes side from the beginning) who gave me a swift kick in the ass lovingly guided me to see the beauty of my situation. She told me to stop thinking so much and just go. This is the time in your life to be spontaneous. You’ll miss the freedom once it’s no longer an option. One day you’ll be stuck walking up and down the street looking for your kid’s lost shoe…for the third time, like me. I wish I could just go workout and then go on a date.

And when she put it that way, she’s absolutely right. Thanks BFF! Maybe I do need to loosen up and just go with the flow a little more often. I’m single and young (kinda) and should be having fun, damn it!

So, I sent him a text and told him to meet me at 8:30 p.m. I’ll let you know how it goes!

Friday weigh-in

It's been awhile since I've posted...but since I haven't lost or gained in the last two weeks let's just pretend it hasn't been because honestly, you haven't missed a thing.

Nothing good that is.

All bad stuffing my face, drinking and not exercising.

I survived my brother's visit with out gaining weight which is pretty much a miracle. I'm not even going to lie and say I made the best food choices. There were just so many opportunities not to. (Do people really order wheat buns at Johnny Rockets? Seems pointless if you're getting the cheeseburger and onion rings.) And nothing is better after a night of drinking than a Philly cheese steak. (The grease absorbs the alcohol. Really. It does.)

My choices haven't been as terrible this week but I know my portions have been on the grand side.

So stepping on the scale this morning I fully expected to see the numbers go up but nope, nothing. So I'm pretty freakin' happy about that.

Now it's back to working out and scaling down the portions. Seriously. I mean, I'm going to Vegas in a month to see my man and I don't want to feel like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.

--TOL