meisa's lagoon

like lacey, the other nite i experienced severe rage with "the man". while lacey battled the dominick's "man"- i let my anger out on the ikea "woman". no not woman, stupid blond bitch who thought that because she wore a yellow ikea shirt she had power over me and could tell me what i could and could not do. stupid whore.

excuse me. i don't usually talk like that on my blog. let me take a moment to regain my composure.

alright now, where were we? let us set the stage - bedding section of the scandanavian wonderland that is ikea. we wandered through the aisles looking for the perfect comforter. nothing caught our eyes in the bed displays. but then we got to the rows of comforters hanging from the wall, several feet above our heads, and barely within reach. there was a lovely blue one hanging in the midst of them all - not too boyish, not too girlish, seemingly perfect. but you don't really know until you get to look at the whole thing, right? anyway, i looked around and found a saleswoman to "help" me.
me: "is there any way that we can take this down and look at it?"
sw: "well, it isn't on the floor, let's see if it's in the catalog."
she leads me over to the blond saleswoman.
sw: "is this comforter in the catalog?"
blond sw: "no"
me: "well, is there a way we can see it?"
blond sw: "well it's hanging right there" [said in the rudest voice imaginable]
me: "but there are two different tones, i was kind of hoping to see how it looked layed out. can we take the ladder and pull it off?" [take note that the ladder is sitting 2 feet away]
blond sw: "no."
me: "well how am i supposed to know if i want it if i can't even see it?"
blond sw: "what do you mean you can't see it? it's right there."
me: "so there is no way that we can take it down?"
blond sw: "no"

we walked away with me fuming and practicing breathing exercises. eventually we got a manager like person to get her to take it down for us. she complained as she did it that the only reason she didn't want to was that it was a pain to get back up. the whole operation took about 2 minutes. how lazy do you have to be that you can't take 2 minutes to stop standing there staring off into space and actually DO YOUR JOB??!?!?!?!?!?!

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you would think that one of the qualifications for a real friend would be to tell you when your fly is unzipped. you would think that this real friend wouldn't notice and then let you leave the house, go give blood, stop into the post office, and come to work without telling you.

you would think.

Posted by Meisa at 11:20 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

that's my motto...and my blood type!

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looks like khalid has nothing to worry about - zach braff and i just weren't meant to be.
i changed my clothes 4 or 5 times yesterday morning trying to find the perfect "meet zach braff" outfit. (i know - this is ridiculous and pitiful all at the same time and i shouldn't admit to it, but i gotta be honest with the blogosphere). i finally settled on a cute polka dot skirt and purple tank and i was pretty happy. i thought for sure, he's pick me out of the audience as special and ask to conceive a love child with me. but then as i went to stand in line for tickets an hour and a half early, i realized i wasn't the only one ready to bear his children. THE LINE WAS ALL GIRLS. i mean, i think he's cute, but more so, he's pretty quirky. i just wouldn't have guessed that THAT MANY girls would be so into him.
anyway, he talked a lot about garden state and scrubs. overall, he was pretty interesting and funny, but he didn't knock my socks off. i spent most of the time wondering if the holes in his jeans were ones he made, or prefabricated designer hole-y jeans.
there just wasn't the magic. i think it's for the best. i mean, the child support payments would be nice, but khalid is too good of a catch to lose to someone else's love child.

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now i realize the last post i had involved a display of love for khalid, but i have to dedicate this entry to my other love, the one and only zach braff WHO WILL BE HERE NEXT TUESDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
he's coming back to his alma mater to do a little question and answer session, and, of course, to fall hopelessly in love with me.
any suggestions on questions i should ask?

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do you really have to be mom all the time? yesterday evening, after having walked the entire day, i wanted nothing more than to come home and have my mother there to say "meisa, go take a little nap. i'll get dinner ready and wake you up when it's done"

of course she wasn't there, and neither was dinner. i actually opted to cook something, even through my exhaustion, but i would have been content with cereal, or even nothing. but when you have kids, you can't just not eat. you can't just say, "have some honey smacks kids, while i lay on the couch and ignore you." you have to suck it up be that same mother that i was longing for yesterday, no matter how tired you are.

hmmmm...there could be a solution to all this. have my mother move in when i want to have kids, and then she could take care of me and them. i like it!

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thank you for calling chicago public radio, meisa speaking, may i take your pledge?

i answered phones for 4 hours yesterday for the chicago public radio spring pledge drive. i couldn't stop smiling the whole time, even though i only got 12 calls. but i took in about $2600 in pledges, so that's a good thing. AND i got to meet steve edwards, host of 848!!! he came into pledge central (that's what us hip people call it) and broadcasted live from there. did you hear me cheering him on at about 5:50? that whoooohooo? yup! that was me!!!!!

if you haven't pledged yet, you still have time!! public radio provides such a service to the community - reach into your pockets and give a little back to them. they need it!!

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whisotto: noun (a) a mildly tasty blend of wheat and chicken that smells terrible and looks like green vomit; (b) my dinner last nite

recipe: saute one chopped onion and add chicken breast/thigh/whatever. saute until cooked through. pour in an indiscriminate amount of chicken broth and boil. add wheat (also known as freekeh). continue cooking while stirring, until it looks like risotto with the rice replaced by wheat. once the consistency is of proper puke texture, eat. be sure to cover nose while cooking and eating.

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this past weekend was chock full of good, wholesome, girly time. i took a quick trip to cleveland for anne's bridal shower. although kirsten wasn't there, cynthia was able to make it, along with anne's two other awesome bridesmaids. there are so many notable stories from the weekend, from my car breaking down on friday nite, to the redneck man and retarded woman with their adopted chinese baby who wouldn't stop crying on the airplane. but i think the most notable event was that hell froze over. yes indeedy. you might have seen it on the weather map radar. i thought it was just a blizzard passing through cleveland on saturday, but it was, in fact, hell freezing over. i know this because cynthia and i FINALLY went out dancing. yes, the other girls were along, but if cynthia and i would have had our way, as we usually do when alone, we would have stayed in our pajamas. especially since we were already in them and there was a blizzard outside. but, with all forces working against us, we made it out for a night of latin dance. it truly was a miracle.
we had a blast. i miss my girlfriends soooo much. but i must say, it was nice to be back to see khalid. and being the wonderful man he is, after only one night gone, he brought a beautiful bouquet of cala lilies to the airport when he picked me up. what a sweetie.

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i work in a, hmm...shall we say...culturally diverse group. some of members of this diverse group of cultures seem to think that showers aren't necessary on a daily or even weekly basis. here's a message to all of you out there confused on this matter...YOU SMELL. please shower, wear deodorant, or do something before we all pass out.
thank you.

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just as i suspected, a mere 15 hours after i finally succumbed to getting a new student ID, i found my old one which had previously been missing for 2 weeks.
isn't there a name for when fate is out to get you like that?

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