Because I'm fucking fancy like that....

So, we're going to some dinner and drinks thing tonight with some friends - a potluck.  I'm making the cream cheese enchiladas, but I'm adding a twist and making them appetizer sized, because these things can get kind of enormous, and I will be good goddamned if I am going to make and then lug over enough enchiladas for 13 people.  Eff that, man.  I can make like, 12 or so, and cut them up into bite sizes, and blammo, enough for everyone.  I'll even GARNISH that shit.  (Enchilda sauce and some green onion, bit of shredded cheese. 

And natch, I'm totally tarting up for the occasion, as well. 

Other than that, I really got nothin' right now. 

OMG Another Update!

Perhaps I forgot to mention that I'm going to San Diego in 11(!!) days.  This will also bring about the meeting of yet another Xangan - The Artista Muerta, which I think is fancy talk for "The Artist Formerly Known as SealKitty". I dunno, I could be wrong, I don't speak the Spanish talk.  I do know she could probably kick my ass, so anyone who wants my ass kicked, go leave her a comment, I'm sure she'd oblige.

This will make 3 Xangans I've met - and there are soooooo many of you I want to meet face to face.  Some kind of Xanga meet n greet of all the bloggers that used to hang out around here would be so freaking awesome, I would think.  Or at least the ones I like :P  It's also rather silly that some of you are just one or two provinces over and I have yet to meet up with you, and yet I've gone all the way to Indiana to meet Muddy and Grease.  (I know, right?)

And that's about all I got for today.

OMG an update

So, today rather sucked. 

Waking up before the alarm clock AND it being freezing cold is never a good indicator that the day is going to be stellar, you know?  I should have taken that as the warning shot it was and stayed under the covers.

But noooooooo I went to work.  Went to work, and most of the day was going alright.  Around 2:30, though, I got THE call from hell.  Now, I can understand when people are frustrated.  I often get frustrated, too.  It happens.  But you know what? When I'm only trying to help you, maybe you shouldn't let out a long string of curse words at me because the other two agents who were handling your previous calls bungled shit up and didn't explain proper procedure to you.  But no, instead this d-bag decided to swear at me, and that's about where I lost my shit. 

Now, I like to think that after doing what I do for the last 10 years has made me pretty freaking good at what I do.  And I've been told I AM good at it, and I'm usually able to diffuse difficult situations like these.  This guy would not be calmed down, even though (and my coworkers told me this after the fact) that there was absolutely no indication on my end of the conversation that anything was actually going right to hell with the conversation.  I remained calm. Pleasant. I attempted to explain our process a little more clearly to him so that he would understand, and we could reach a peaceful agreement.  He would have NONE of it.  The tirade continued.

No, I didn't swear back at him. No, I didn't hang up. He hung up on ME.  And then I reported his ass to my director, who is, btw, probably the toughest chick I know and could, even though she stands at all of 5' tall, take down ANYONE.  He's now been dealt with, and probably has his management camped up his ass for a fairly long time.  I actually really do hope he gets fired, because seriously?  He deserved it.  He soooooooo picked the wrong day to fuck with Wrex.  I took the high road, and more than likely wrecked his day a whole lot more than he wrecked mine.  So, the lesson here kids, is don't fuck with Wrex when she's tired and cranky.  She retaliates with swift and blinding justice.