Corazon de Swiss

November 1, 2007

Christmas in October?!

Filed under: NaBloPoMo,Ranting and Raving — by corazondeswiss @ 8:35 pm

Happy NaBloPoMo! I’ve  created a NaBloPoMo category so all my posts will be listed here as well as their  usual categories.  So I’m starting off the month of November with a bit of a rant. 
I’ve been out and about quite a bit the last few days picking up odds and ends.  And I’ve noticed there are places with their Christmas stuff out.  Like Christmas trees and outdoor decorations in Sam’s Club.  Cards, trees, lights, decorations and more at Target.  People, seriously?! Halloween was yesterdayYesterday! And on Tuesday I noticed on my way hame that they are putting up the decorations on the lightpoles.  I’ll pause here for dramatic effect.
Christmas decorations up on lightpoles. In the stores. And Halloween was yesterday.
Seriously, people.  Seriously. 

August 17, 2007

The post about the car

Filed under: Ranting and Raving — by corazondeswiss @ 5:46 am

I called the car place I use last Tuesday because I have been hearing a funny noise, like my car is not getting into the last gear.  I tell the guy I want an oil change, tires rotated and balanced and the transmission looked at. He tells me I can come in anytime today, in fact how about now- they’re “dead”.  I explain that I am already at work, and that I can drop it off Thursday evening and they can have it all day Friday. 
So, Thursday rolls around and I arrange with my mom to meet me there after I drop the car off.  Mr. Personality from the phone waits on me again. 
Me: I’m here to drop off my car for tomorrow.  My name is Brie Swiss. 
Mr. P: You’re not supposed to be here until 6. 
Me: I know, but my ride situation worked out that this is when someone can pick me up.
Mr. P: I have you down for oil change, tires and transmission.  What’s wrong with your transmission?  We really don’t service transmissions here.  (As I am looking at the sign that lists the pricing for the transmission flush and fill)
Me: It doesn’t seem like its getting into the last gear when I’m driving.  It sounds very loud.  I’d just like them to look at it.
Mr. P: Ok. Well we charge at life time balance and rotation fee of 63…
Me: I paid for the lifetime balance and rotation of the tires when I bought them. 
Mr. P: Did you buy them here?
Me: No.  I bought them at Your Brand Store in SoFL where I lived at the time.  But y’all  balanced and rotated them last time I was here.
Mr. P: I only show we rotated your tires last time.  Do you have the documentation?
Me: (calm on the outside, but really angry on the inside) Yes and I showed them last time I was here. (Am genius, because I have a mad filing system and all service related documentation on my car is kept in my glove box, so have it with the car at all times.)
Mr. P: I believe you, but I have to see it.
Me: I have to go out to my car and get it.  (again really angry because I’ve already given them the paperwork on this and someone didn’t do their job, and because Mr. P has just told me that they didn’t do something that I asked last time I was there.)
So, I go find the receipt and give it to Mr. P, give him my work phone number and explain that the department secretary will answer, track me down in the hospital and return the call as soon as I am available. 
Fast forward to last Friday morning (slow, slow, slow day at work!) Go to my locker, hoping that when I check the printer in a few minutes that there will be orders for new patients, and check my cell phone.  Voicemail.  Call and check my voicemail (because hello, I left my work number for my health).  It’s a message from an hour ago from the Service Guy who’s working on my car.  Call SG back.  He starts speaking car.  Fluently and fast.  (In his defense, much the same way I speak medical, but I digress.) He starts asking have I had the the transmission fluid drained and replaced, and I need the power steering fluid, brake fluid replaced, some kind of fuel injection thing that will help my gas mileage.  (What?! I haven’t noticed a change in my gas mileage! Yes, because I am a nerd I check on things like this.) So I tell him that yes indeed I have had the transmission fluid changed out.  He asks more questions.  I tell him that they better have done it since I paid $200+ for it.  He asks if I have documentation(what’s with the documentation?! at least I save it all).  I tell him about my mad filing skills and that he is welcome to go out and find the paper. He tells me he’ll go look and call me right back.  I ask him for an estimate of the costs.  $500.
Then, dear readers I did what any self-sufficient, grown woman does when the car guy calls and tells her she needs $500 work done on her car.  I called my daddy.  Who explained things to me and told me that no, I didn’t need the fuel injection thing (saving me ~$100). My dad reminds me to speak to the manager about Mr. P from the day before.  So, SG calls me back, says yeah he found the paperwork and the work was done.  I authorize everything but the fuel injection thing and then ask to be transferred to the manager.
I tell him who I am, and explain about Mr. P from the day before.  Mgr. tells me he is so sorry, and he’s glad that I let him know because he can’t take care of things if customers don’t tell him.  Mgr. tells me he’s going to go knock Mr. P upside his stupid head (okay, not exactly, but something similar).
Fast forward to an early exit from work and time at home with the cutest-soon-to-be-one-year-old boy that I know. I begin to dread picking up my car, because I am worried I will have to deal with Mr. P.  But decide to suck it up and be a grown up and handle it as one.  I go in and of course, Mr. P. is working at the desk, but has also decided to act like one and handles the transaction well.  Mgr. is also sitting behind the counter and says “Ms. Swiss, I took 10% off your bill for your trouble.”  I thank him and go out to my car.

Score: Brie Swiss 1, Mr. P 0.

Sometimes it pays to call and complain to the manager. Since last Friday my dad has driven my car and told me that he thinks it is not the transmission, but the catalytic converter. He’ll have to talk to the other car guy and talk to him about it.  And I also need new front brakes.  Fortunately, I just have to buy the parts and my dad can replace those. 
So there you have it, the post about the car.

April 5, 2007

On the defensive side…

Filed under: Cheesepuff,Love & Relationships,Ranting and Raving,Ringwatch 2007 — by corazondeswiss @ 8:44 pm

Not long ago I wrote about my mom’s comment at the family reunion and being frustrated with her…Yesterday my co-workers were asking about my relationship at lunch and I got a little bothered by it.  It seems like I am always having to defend my choice to be with CP, but be long distance.  Let’s be fair here, I am not the only one who makes decisions in this relationship.  And I have always tried to talk to him about taking a new job- especially this last one because I moved to take it and moved further away. 
But I was very unhappy where I was and moving home helps me big time financially.  I’m not paying rent, I can pay off my credit card debt and only owe on my car and school loan.  And I can also pay more on my car and get that debt out of the way.  Especially since financial matters seem to be one of CP’s biggest worries about getting married.  So I moved. 
I told CP last night I am so tired of defending things.  No matter how well meaning people are, or if they are just interested and trying to understand, I am tired of it.  It really annoys me when people ask me, “Why didn’t you move there?”  Why didn’t I move there?  Because I’m trying to save money, not spend it.  Because I don’t believe in living together before marriage.  Because if I did and we lived together then what impetus would he have to change things.  And you know what, while I am at it, why the hell does everyone think I have to move?  Why can’t he move to be with me?  Why does everyone think that I’m the one resisting marriage?  Even CP’s co-workers have asked me when I’m going to marry him.   Hell if I know, your guess is as good as mine.  The person who WANTS to be in the drivers seat here, won’t freakin’ tell me anything.  People, if it were up to me, I’d be Mrs. CP right now.  I wouldn’t be on the interweb complaining about why I’m not engaged or married.
It’s frustrating because everyone seems to think I can do something about it and that by now something should have happened already.  And they all think its so easy to say CP, propose or I’m out of here.   
I know that I’m especially sensitive because our anniversary was Tuesday, and I really really really really thought we’d already be engaged.  And because I told CP last June that he had a year to get his shit together.  And I’m getting scared that I will have to make good on that.  Honestly, I get ill when I think about breaking up with him.  I’m getting teary just typing all this.  Its NOT what I want to do.  I don’t want to be the kind of girl who has to make threats and give ultimatums in order to get what she wants.  I hate that I am turning into that girl.  Because I feel as if I have no choice.  I have been as patient as I know how.  And you know what else interweb?  I really hate it when people tell me to tell him “Propose or I’m moving on”  Like its that easy.  I’ve just invested 4 years of my life in this man and this relationship.  And I want to keep investing in it, because I love this man and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. 
Sorry to rant at length about all this (again).   

December 4, 2006

bouncy bouncy bouncy goes my paycheck…AGAIN.

Filed under: Bitching,Drama, drama, drama,Ranting and Raving,Workin' for a living — by corazondeswiss @ 8:08 pm

PLUS!! UPDATES about all the other excitement of the last week of my life!(okay, maybe not so much with the excitement, but UPDATES!)

So internet, do you remember last week when I told you that I was MAD MAD MAD because my employer BOUNCED MY PAYCHECK?  Do you remember?  Do you?  Guess what?  They *&^%ing did it AGAIN!  I found out about it on Saturday morning.  When I tried to take cash out of the ATM and the bank wouldn’t let me.  Because there was no money to take.  And do you know why internet?  Do you know why the ATM would not let me have any money out of my account?  BECAUSE MY COMPANY BOUNCED MY @$%^ PAYCHECK AGAIN!  So, because it was 6AM when I made this discovery, I used all of my composure and restraint to wait until 7AM to call my boss at home and inform her of my discovery.  So, today at work, they wrote checks on an account at a local bank and allowed us to go on company time to cash the checks and deposit the cash in our own banks.  I have decided that from now on, I’ll be doing that- even if their stupid bank charges me $5 to cash a check because I don’t have an account there.  We’re switching over to direct deposit after the first of the year, so this should be alleviated soon.   And I got my regular paycheck on Friday, so I don’t know if that one will go through or not.  I have been assured that the check will clear, but I’m not so much trusting of the employer right now. 
Fortunately, I was with my sister and was able to get some money from her for our trip to Market Days in Tallahassee.  I got really good presents for some of my friends and Cheesepuff’s parents.  I am most excited about the present for Cheesepuff’s parents, because I always have such a hard time trying to decide on what to get them.   I got a ceramic bread basket thing that you warm up in the oven and it keeps your bread warm on the table.  Pretty neat, huh?  I’m psyched and hope they like it as much as I do.  I think its pretty too.  And this weekend is the Island Art League’s WinterFest, so I’m out there to see if I can find any other presents.  Good lord- Cheesepuff needs a present and I have NO FREAKIN’ IDEA what to get him.  Any ideas, internet?
In other news I heard from the recuriter last week, who got the ball rolling on the job in my hometown.  And she called last night to tell me that they want a face to face interview.  I’m totally freaking out.  I told them the dates I would be home for the holidays and available to interview.  When I talked to my mom, she suggested letting them know I would be willing to fly up for the day (next week) if they would pay for it.  She also sent me more info on their offer, which provided me with questions so I asked, her she let me know that she had told them about my offer and would try to find out the answers to my questions. (Aside: I looked up flight prices for next week: $500 roundtrip! How awesome would it be to have someone pay $500 to  fly me up for an interview?) Still, totally freaking out.  Its happening a little faster than I thought it would and I am having a hard time processing it all.  I think its freaking Cheesepuff out too- when I talked to him about it last night, it went like this:

CP: Its great to get the interview, even if you don’t end up going. 

ME: I’m going on the interview, period.  Besides, why wouldn’t I go on the interview?

CP: (long pause) Hopefully soon.  [I’m going to leap here and take this as a sign that this means CP is ACTUALLY planning to propose soon, but he wants to be all romantic and surprise-y about it, so he doesn’t want to come out and say this.]

ME: It wouldn’t be then end of the world if I took this job.  Especially with the sign on bonus and relocation bonus they are offering.  And I might not have much of a choice. 1- My last 2 paychecks have bounced.  B-O-U-N-C-E-D. 2- I haven’t been happy here for a while and I need a change. 

CP: I know. 

ME: This isn’t directed as a threat to you in order for me to get what I want.  That’s not why I did this. 

CP: Thank you for telling me that. 

And guess what else internet? Last week, before my paycheck bounced the 2nd time, my boss asked us all to work a Saturday this month- and take a day off during the week.  So I’m taking my day this week and working this coming Saturday.  I’m off Thursday and on my fun and fabulous day off during the week I’m going to go to the dentist for a filling.  My first one. Ever.  I’m also going to go to the gym in the morning to take a class called booty camp.  Then I’ll go to the dentist.  And come home.  Or do some Christmas shopping. 
So that’s all the news for now. 

November 27, 2006

Monday, Monday

So, went into work today with my disgruntled co-workers and found out that the bouncing of the paychecks was “just an accounting error.”  As in someone didn’t transfer the money to the account that our paychecks come out of.  Excuse me, but the bouncing of MY paycheck is NOT, I repeat, NOT “just an accounting error”.  Its a gross oversight, that caused me stress after I found out and caused me to curb my activities over the weekend, and my bank to charge me fees, as well as my bills to be paid late.  Which really pisses me off.  Its one thing if I pay bills late because I forgot them, or whatever, but it is NOT okay when my paycheck bouncing causes them to be late. 
Anyway, I’m supposed to be reissued a check tomorrow, before noon so I can go to the bank on my lunch break. And when the bank is done charging me, I can submit those fees for reimbursement. So I suppose it will all be okay in the end.  But I’m still not happy about the whole thing.

So, my mom called a little bit ago and turns out, she’s still not over the Cheesepuff Thanksgiving drama. I wrote in an earlier blog that she was mad that Cheesepuff didn’t invite me to come home with him, or go to our friends, M&M’s house to be with me.  (I should also mention that she decided she didn’t like his mother because she didn’t invite me either, because SHE would’ve invited Cheesepuff if he were far away from home).  I’ve thought about reminding her that she once told me when I was upset that someone didn’t do something I would have done, “You can’t hold others to the high standards you set for yourself.” 
Did it suck not to be invited to Cheesepuff’s house? Yes.  Did his mother invite me?  I have no idea- if she did, Cheesepuff never told me.  Did it suck that Cheesepuff didn’t come to M&M’s house, if for no other reason than to be with me? Yes. 
But, I did talk to him about it, in 2 long, late night conversations.  (For some reason, I am unable to talk about these things at a decent hour- must always talk about them at midnight.  And only after I have already talked to Cheesepuff, said goodbye and after about 10 minutes am unable to sleep. But I digress.) And I dealt with it.  I’m really quite over it.  Though I hate to admit it, Cheesepuff was totally right and I did have lots of fun with M&M, baby M and the family.  Probably more than I would have at his house. 
So I ask you internet- WHY can’t my mother let go already? And must she tell all of her friends who think its a big red flag and are praying about it, about it?  I told her last week when I was upset that I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk to her about Cheesepuff anymore, because I don’t like when she talks bad about him.  Because, for all his faults, I love Cheesepuff.  And I want my own mother to like him for heaven’s sake!  And I don’t want to have to defend Cheesepuff to her constantly.  Seriously, I’m beginning to think she wants me to break up with him.
In other news, I don’t think I told you that I’ve submitted my resume to the recruiter I received email about from my friend A. Who is leaving me this week.  Boo hoo.  Its been a week, so I am going to wait until tomorrow to re-email her and see if I get a response.  I’m not sure what I want to happen at this point, so I’m trying to sit back and have faith in God’s plan.  And we know how good I am at that!

November 25, 2006

I’m going to kill someone on Monday…

Filed under: Bitching,Ranting and Raving — by corazondeswiss @ 2:32 pm

My boss just called me at home. On Saturday.  To tell me that two of my co-workers had informed her that their paychecks had been returned for insufficient funds.  And she checked hers online.  It was as well.  So I checked mine- gone.  And thus far I’ve been charged $17 in fees due to the over draft of my account.  I went out and spent money after work yesterday- paid to have my car washed and waxed.  Filled my car up with gas.  Bought groceries and cat litter.  And those charges are still out and now I’ll have to pay overdraft on those as well.  I’m SO annoyed.  And I better get reimbursed for my bank charges by my employer.  Because this is RIDICULOUS.  I should NEVER have to worry that my paycheck is going to be returned as insufficient funds.  NEVER.  I was going to pay some bills online this weekend, but I guess I’ll have to pay them late.  After I recover my paycheck.  And my bank fees.  And pray that the bank doesn’t start holding ALL of my paychecks 5 days from now on to make sure they’re going to clear, because that is going to piss me off royally. 
Now I’m off to root the Gators in against FSWho?   GO GATORS!!!

November 8, 2006

Struggling Day to Day

Filed under: Cheesepuff,Love & Relationships,Ranting and Raving — by corazondeswiss @ 10:20 pm

Cheesepuff was here this weekend, and when it came time for him to leave on Sunday, I became an emotional wreck.  This has only been happening in the last few months, I think as I have been more and more ready for him to propose.  This is not like me at all.  In fact, when we first started dating, it was nice in some ways to be apart.  I enjoyed our time together and our time apart.  I was able to maintain my independence and enjoy being a couple.  It seemed like being apart made being together much more special. 
In the last few months, that hasn’t seemed so true.  I’ve always been okay when we’ve parted.  But around our third anniversary its gotten harder.  I’ve started getting more emotional, crying when its time for us to part ways.  It’s been awful for me- this is not who I am!  I think part of it is related to knowing how much I want to marry Cheesepuff and waiting so long for him to propose.  I was even crying and unhappy on my birthday.  I thought he might propose on our anniversary, or my birthday or sometime this summer.  Part of this is related to feeling a little left behind- many of my college and grad school friends are marrying, beginning families.  And this summer my best friend and my brother had their first babies.  And when I held those little ones, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to have a little baby cheese of our own.  And in the case of my brother how much I had wanted to have the first grandchild.  And be the first to get married.  (And how much I do NOT like my sister-in-law, but have put that aside to throw a baby shower, buy presents and work on a birth sampler cross-stitch). 
I always thought, esp. since we started dating that by this point in time we’d be married and/or well on our way there.  I took a job in South Florida so we would be closer to one another.  I thought it would be temporary until we got married.  I never thought it would be this long that I’d be here and waiting for his proposal. 
When we started dating, I thought for sure that my self-created life timeline would fall right into place- married by 27, enjoy newlywed status for about 2 years, have first baby around 29-30.  Obiviously this is not going to happen now- I’m 27 and we’re not married.  Not even engaged. And I’m crying everytime we part.  Crying between visits. Crying by myself.  Crying on the phone.  Begging, pleading with him to stay with me, to make our union permanent to spend our lives together.  I want so much to do that.  I feel like time is just slipping away, that there won’t be enough moments together.  And I’m several hours from my family.  Going home is getting harder because I don’t want to leave.  And now they are all trying to talk me into moving home- thinking maybe that will push Cheesepuff into proposing. 
In June, when I renewed my lease (for what I have stated will be THE LAST TIME), I cried for a long time when I talked to Cheesepuff about it.  I told him that I would not renew unless he promised that when the lease was up that things would be different.  VASTLY different. I issued an ultimatum.  I promised myself I wouldn’t do that.  I promised myself I wouldn’t be one of THOSE girls.  And then I became one.  Because after I have been dating Cheesepuff for three years, I figured that he’d be ready to committ to me.
I think it can be pretty hard for Cheesepuff- I’m pretty independent, dominant and I like to be in charge.  And I think, growing up, his dad was the dominant force in the household and in CHeesepuff’s life. I think Cheesepuff has  been struggling to find his independence to a certain degree.  I was fortunate because I was raised to be independent, and was given a lot of independence at a point when I was unable to be financially independent- I was given the freedom to make decisions that would have consequences as opposed to having them made for me and never discovering the direct consequences of my actions and decisions.  And I’ve always been very driven, know what I wanted and how to get it.  It’s hard to do that when what you want is to be married to someone who is waiting to propose (waiting for what, I don’t know, because I’m beginning to think its me going crazy). The reasons are vague, and seem to change when I’m no longer willing to accept them.  I have been feeling that I am a failure.  Cheesepuff assures me that this is not the case.  Cheesepuff knows I am frustrated with him.  Knows I’m exhausted by the situation.  Feeling EXTREMELY out of control. 
So today, I’m just feeling a little blue- aftermath of Cheesepuff’s departure on Sunday.  Frustrated because work is getting to me a lot.  Again.  Wishing he’d just bite the bullet and ask me already.  So I could look into moving home.  So I could start planning my wedding.  So we could start OUR LIFE, TOGETHER. 

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