My love/hate relationship with Sprint

Have you every loved someone so much but hated them at the same time? Well, that's how I feel about Sprint. In the beginning, everything was great. I paid my bills on time, if I had an issue they credited my account and I didn't get a bill for months. The good ol' days.
Then I bought a Palm Centro upgraded to Sprint's Simply Everything Plan(which is where the love part comes in) and everything went downhill. After 2 months, the phone started freezing up so I took it to a repair store and they ordered a new one. 1 month passed and the same thing happened. New phone number two. 3 more weeks passed and the same thing happens. This time I call Sprint and tell them I want a different phone because this is getting ridiculous. They have the audacity to tell me that I will have to pay $300 for a phone that's eqivilent to my phone. WHAT?!?!?! Why in my right mind would I pay for a new phone when this is no fault of mine. After speaking with two managers who tell me the same thing, I hang up on them. Now, I work in a call center so I understand how it feels to have to deal with rude customers, but Sprint treats their existing customers like shit(pardon my french). If I was a a new customer, I could have gotten the phone for $50 dollars. Its like they bend through hoops to get you to sign up, then throw you out with the trash after you do.

The next day, after I had calmed down, I called back and told them that I was leaving Sprint and moving on to a company that would appreciate me. The rep transferred me to someone that (SURPRISE, SURPRISE) offered me an upgraded phone for $30! Since that was all I wanted in the first place, I accepted and started my life with a Samsung Instinct. Fastforward to today. Its 2 months later and I get a text message saying that there is a update for my phone. Always one to want the latest and greatest, I click update. My phone turns off and then the reboot screen comes up. "That was fast," I think as I wait for the main screen to pop up. And wait. And wait. An hour passes and I jump on the internet to see if anyone else has had this issue and what they did. The only piece of advice I find: Go in to a repair store. Great.

So I drag myself out of bed, on my much needed day off by the way. Go into the store only for them to tell me there's nothing they can do but order me a new phone. So now I'm stuck with a crappy temporary phone, don't know anyone's number because they can't get into my old phone to transfer my contacts, AND once they activate my new phone, I have 5 messages from my boss asking me to come in today. Ain't that about a...

Aye Papi...

According to my roommate, I treat my blog like a red headed step child. Well roommate, when I stop working 60 hour work weeks, I will write my heart away. I will try to do better though.

Anyway, I heard something on the radio this morning that inspired me to dust my computer off and write about it. A lady called in asking for advice because she just moved in with her fiancee only to find out that he has a GORGEOUS Brazilian housekeeper. She wanted to know if she was wrong for wanted to fire her just because she's 10 times better looking than she is(she didn't quite put it like that but obviously if she was more attractive there wouldn't be an issue). So for about five minutes, I listened to women call in saying "hell yeah. girl kick her to the curb." Not once did someone call in an say what I was thinking: Are you that insecure that you hate to see someone beautiful making money? If your man was sleeping with her, I doubt you firing her will stop that. The only thing that will stop is them sleeping in your bed." Come on ladies, lets be more secure in our own "wonderfulness" and stop hating on others because God ran out of the ugly genes when he came to them.

Just because it's good to you, doesn't mean it's good for you

Last night, I had a conversation with a good male friend who I recently discovered would like to become more than my friend. I was telling him about this guy that I am extremely attracted to and I would describe as my "type." Now my friend is not what I would typically be attracted to physically, but I am drawn to his personality. After hearing me go on and on about my crush, my friend said it amazes him how women are rarely attracted to the person that is best for them.
I was shocked! Not because I didn't believe what he was saying, but because this was so true. When I think back to most of the choices that I've made in men, I realize that I tend to date the men that are living the "street" life and file the "corporate" type men into the friend category. Does that make me closed minded, blogworld? Is my attraction to these "bad boys" the reason why I am still single and not in a meaningful relationship? Now don't get me wrong...these bad boys never treated me badly, in fact, my recent crush is extremely sweet to me...calls me everyday to see how my day went; sends me text just to say he's thinking about me. But, when I think about it, I realize that we are both living very different lives and in the end I don't know if anything serious could every evolve.
When I look at most of my girlfriends, I realize that this same pattern appears in their choices of men. So, I've decided to be open minded and go out with my friend while remaining open to any possibilities. Even if nothing develops, at least I know that I kept an open mind and didn't immediately rule someone out because my knees didn't immediately go weak at just the sight of him.

Georgia Peach

Yesterday was a sad day for me. I had to do something that I've been putting off for three months. I woke up at the crack of dawn, reluctantly got dressed, got in my car, and drove to the driver's license facility to surrender my out of state license, and officially become....a Georgia Peach.
Now you might be saying whats the big deal. Well, blogworld, the big deal is that my Illionis license was the last thing I had that linked me to the place that I have known for the past 9 years. Growing up, my dad was in the Army and we had to move around alot. I never lived in one place for more than three years. When my parents divorced, my mom decided to move back to Illinois where I hadn't been since 2nd grade. I was so excited because I would finally be able to settle into a place and when someone asked me where I was from, I could just give them a straight answer instead of a long drawn out story beginning, "I was born in Chicago, but..." So finally being able to settle into a place and build long lasting friendships meant a lot to me. It meant that I could finally identify with a place and not feel like I was just passing through.
When I moved to Georgia four months ago, I knew that would have to get a Georgia license and license plate, but I didn't know that I would have to give up the one thing that proved "I'm from this place." I figured that I could keep my Illinois license as memorabilia of my established life. When I found out I couldn't keep it, I thought I could be slick and tell them I lost it. Then, I found out I would have to go through this long process of getting documentation from Illinois. It wasn't worth the time and effort. With a lump in my throat, that would have led to tears had the finest man in the world not been standing next to me, I just handed over the link to so many happy, sad, crazy, memorable moments.

What about yo friends

I have a real problem with people that just sit around and expect things to happen for them. While I was going through my unemployment phase, I also had two other friends who were experiencing the same thing. Friend A graduated with me and quickly found a temporary job while still searching for a career. Friend B graduated long before me(two years) and has just now found a temporary job. She seems to have stopped looking for a career altogether. The other day, I was telling friend B that I found my job through a professional organization that I joined and maybe she should try this too. You know when you're talking to someone about something and you can tell its going in one ear and out the other...well, thats what happened with her.

Throughout my journey into adulthood, I have been reevaluating the qualities I look for not only in a man, but in a friend. I've realized that my patience is growing thin for people who are not as, if not more, motivated than I am. The people that you surround yourself with are a reflection of you. While I love friend B and will always be there for her, I find myself distancing myself more and more. The last straw was when she showed her distaste for another friend who recently decided to stop partying and focus on getting her life together. Who in their right mind would be mad at someone for that?!?!? I am now realizing that Friend A is the type of person that I relate to and confide in more.

Not only can I call on her if I want to have fun, but she is also the type of person that I can grow and experience new things with. She is open minded and just an overall good friend. So Aerial, I just want to say, that over the past year, you have become a best friend to me and I appreciate you always being there!

Faith

You know what my biggest fear is? Failure. Just writing the word makes me want to jump up an accomplish something right now. I hate feeling that no matter how hard I try to do something and be the best I can, there's always that chance that I'm not good enough. That fear is why I kill myself to make things perfect, and beat up on myself when they're not. The people closest to me always accuse me of not being content when life is going good, but thats just how I am. I can't relax. Once you let your guard down and think that everything is perfect, you increase your chances of something going wrong and you're not prepared to deal with it when it happens. So if I never let my guard down, there won't be any surprises.

Today, the "F" word is front and center in my mind. I feel like no matter what I've accomplished in my life, its just waiting around the corner to smack me in the face. I try to replace it with a more pleasant "F" word, Faith, but everyday it gets harder. It gets harder when I see others who never had to work hard a day in their life get what I've been busting my butt to get. It gets harder when every time things are moving in the right direction, I hit a road block and now have to come up with a way to get around it.

My friend's mom said maybe if I had God in my life I'd have a job by now. I guess praying and reading the Bible everyday is not enough. Just because I don't wear my faith like a big crown for the world to see doesn't mean that I don't have God in my life. I went to church a month ago and the Pastor said "the power of the tongue is mighty. If you say it, it will happen." So everyday for a month, I've been saying "I'm gonna get a job today." Guess I need to do some tongue exercises.

I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T

I was reading tonight and I came across a quote by Elizabeth Taylor that immediately sparked some serious thinking. The quote was in reference to one of her many marriages. It states "I love not being Elizabeth Taylor, but being Richard's wife. I would be quite content to be his shadow and live through him." In this day and age of the I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T (thanks for that hooked on phonics moment Webbie) woman, could we possibly be content living though a man? Could a man even handle a women who was willing to become so completely absorbed in him that she loses her identity?

My first thought was HELL NAW! No man is worth forgetting who I am. Liz definitely took this behind every great man there's a great women concept to a whole other level. But then I decided to be open minded. Maybe she meant not to forget who she was but to simply fall back behind her man and use her strengths to make him stronger. Now that, I might be willing to do if he is man enough to step up when I fall back.

Now if my man steps back with me and ask "baby where you goin," then I definitely know that he can't handle being the forerunner and leads me to another puzzle: can a man be content living in the shadow of a woman?

The oscar for best supporting male goes to...

Today, blogworld, I want to introduce you to the leading men in the movie that is my life. These are the men that inspire me to be my greatest and never judge me when I'm not. Of course they have their faults, what man doesn't, but in my time of knowing them, they have grown and learned from their past mistakes.

First, there is my baby brother. Of course he is far from a baby, he's 21 actually, but to me he will always be my baby brother. Michael is my pride and joy. He is a junior at one of the top schools in the country. As a philosophy major you can only guess how complex his thoughts are. He is a person that can find the beauty in everything which in turn makes him beautiful. His passion for anything that he sets his sights on is equal to the eagerness that he shows when inviting others into his world. Without him my knowledge of the tragedies that occur in the world would be limited and drastically uninformed. To him I give credit for my willingness to keep an open mind and an open heart.

While I am a daddy's girl at heart, I will never hesitate to say that I would never marry a man like my father. For every loving trait he shows to his children, he countered with hateful actions towards his wife, my mother. My life growing up around him was like skating on a frozen lake carefully because you're not sure where it would crack. To this day I still can't understand how a man who would give the world to me couldn't understand how he played a big role in giving me a negative view I have on the relationship between a man and a woman. To him I give credit for knowing that a parent's love should be limitless, but I also give him credit for the disasters that are my past relationships.

My best friend is also my worst enemy at times. He is the only person that I can argue with one minute and then be laughing with in the next. He told me the other day that he wishes we never entered into a relationship, one of the disasters I spoke of earlier, but I feel that if we never tried to explore something deeper, we wouldn't be as close as we are today. No matter how bad I treated him, he never treated me with the amount of disrespect that I dished out his way. Though I think that we are better as friends, I will never love anyone as much as I love him. To him I give credit for me finding out that I'm not perfect so I might as well accept myself as I am.

Late night phone calls...

Have u ever met someone whose voice alone makes every inch of your body yearn for them? Three words from that person stimulates you more than a whole lifetime of conversations with another. The thought of being alone with that person scares you because you know that you might lose your mind and do something that is completely out of character for you. The idea of connecting with this person on an emotional, physical, or any other level is enough to make you look forward to just another day of knowing them.

Just a random thought...

Under Experienced, Over-Qualified...

Hey Blogworld!

I know I've been MIA for a minute, but I have been busy dealing with life. So today I heard back from a prospective employer who didn't give me the job because they said I'm over-qualified. What the hell! If I had known that over qualification was gonna hold me back I would of dropped out of grammar school! Forget getting two degrees!

People are always telling me that it's not what you know but who you know. I never wanted to believe that. One of my undergrad professors told us that the classmate sitting behind us could very well be our boss one day. Its funny because I thought I saw that same girl who was sitting behind me at the unemployment office last month.


Life is causing me to come undone...

Happily Single

A guy approached me today and asked me if I had a boyfriend, to which I answered no. I then went on to explain to him that I was happily single. He gave me this crazy look as if I had said I was flying to Mars today. Why is it so hard for people to understand that happy and single can go together? They always assume that something is wrong with you if you don't have a man. Well blog world, something is wrong with me. I don't have the time nor energy to compete in the dating world with girls that will do more for a Klondike bar than I'm willing too. I also don't have room in my life for a man that only has a Klondike bar to offer in the first place.
Now by no means am I a gold digger. I can struggle with my man if he is reaching towards his goals, but I am not going to jump though hoops for a man that is too lazy to even hold the damn hoop up. So for now I'm am HAPPILY SINGLE working towards my own goals and bettering myself.

Intro to my world

I have this whole hang up about letting people in my head...a mystery is always interesting but once its solved the excitement kind of dies down. So I tell people just enough to get them interested, then its up to them to dig deeper for the rest. My thoughts tend to be random so that's how my entries will be. I feel that there is always a song that describes exactly how I'm feeling so I'll probably refer to lyrics a lot.
My friend Aerial inspired me to start my own blog when she mentioned me in hers. She meant well but got me thinking. She casually mentioned the fact that I have my MBA, my own house, car, and no job. While I was in grad school, every time I would mention to someone that I was getting my MBA they would say "You're gonna be making money." I wish they would of told me when.
"what do I do, where do I go, who do I turn to...today....in the meantime"-Conya Ross