Life Sucks....Its also a Cereal

I am so monumentally unhappy right now, words cant even begin to describe it. And I know that I am not the only person in the world with problems, but I really only give a shit about my own...so there.

I am probably either going to get laid off or fired from my job that I hate. I mean I should be super happy about leaving the place that sucks a little bit of my soul every day I walk in the door. My supervisor has been extra special cold to me lately, and she even accidentally (honestly she is a ding bat) sent me an e-mail bitching about me. And now tomorrow I have to have a meeting with her about some alleged "incident".

I am starting school soon, which should feel great because I am doing something with my life, but it just makes me feel stressed. I will not have my current job, because even if they don't fire/lay me off, I will need to quit in about 6 weeks anyway for school. And the classified ads are so very dismal, I have no idea how I will make it work. But the thought of staying at the job I am at now makes me want to swallow a gun.

I don't know what to do, I don't feel like I have many options. I just want the ground to swallow me up whole. So I guess in general for Inga Life sucks.

To Hell With It

So I have reached the point finally (with a little coaching from Ava) that I decided that I am going to take a break from dating and boys in general for awhile. I am going to just worry about Inga until at least the end of this summer. I have had enough drama in my personal and professional life in the last 12 months that I feel justified in just saying "fuck it". And boys are a major area that A) stresses me out and B) I can just ignore for awhile.

So just for the sake of me whining, I am going to recap on all of my shitty guy situations from the past 12 months. Ehh hem:

1. We will call this one "Jewish Doctor". I met Jewish doctor online a few months after I moved to the "big city". We chatted for a long time online before we finally went on our first date. Sure he was a little nerdy and awkward but he was a nice guy and we had an Ok time. We had a lot in common so I tried to work through his total social awkwardness, and the fact that he drug his feet like he was wearing lead shoes. But then I ended up getting dumped, very suddenly, because he decided that after he lost 100 or so pounds and had recently became a doctor he could do better than me. Great.
2. I met a guy online that I chatted with for awhile and he seemed like he was pretty nice. Thankfully before I agreed to meet him I googled his ass and found out that he had just gotten out of 8 years in prison, for: Drugs, racketeering, and accessory to murder. NEXT!
3. A lonely guy that had just moved to my hometown from Ohio that I met at church. After he found me on match.com he e-mailed me a few times and then he called me. Apparently after a 10 minute phone convo (I promise I was on my BEST behavior) he decided that he would rather just sit at home and stay lonely than spend anytime with me. That's a real confidence booster.
4. Tattoo boy...enough said he got his own blog
5. Perfect Date guy. Even after my long blog and realization that he wasn't into me, I still engaged in random texting (I know I am that stupid and lonely). But now after several weeks and 2 dates, I really am DONE with that shit.

So yeah. The crappy boys and the unfortunate job situation. My baby sister working on her second marriage and me still single. I say that I need some "Inga Time", so I say to hell with it I am just going to do my own thing for awhile.

He's Just Not That Into Me

If you have read the book "He's Just Not That Into You", or even seen the movie then you will know exactly what I am talking about here. This book makes wonderful points that all women should pay attention too. After I went out with "perfect date" he fell off the grid, and even though I don't understand it (I mean Hello the date was awesome) I have come to the conclusion that he is just not that into me. And I will now point out the reason's why, and you should pay attention for these signs with men too.

• He told me to get ahold of him at the end of the date. Pretty explanatory though not obvious at the moment, made sense later. If he was into me, he would do the calling
• The day after the date was his Birthday, I sent him a happy birthday text asking how his day was, and he told me he spent half the day on the crapper. If he was into me, he probably wouldn't have shared that
• I texted him 3 days after the date to say "hi" and I had to bring up going out again (duh Inga) He then said "sounds cool" but when I called him not a minute later he didn't answer the phone. He then texted me back that he was eating and couldn't talk. If he was into me, he would have answered the phone. Eating or not if you like the girl you pick up.
• He then told me that he would call me later to talk about the details. An hour and a half later I got a text, or "text-cuse" as I have coined them, that he had a buddy coming over could he call me later. I mean come on, if he was into me he would have called, for christ sake the friend wasn't even there yet.

The next night, I got a very lame ass "text-cuse" after 10pm. "shit lady, I feel asleep and just woke up, I will call you tomorrow". I don't think I even need to explain at this point. So to maintain my cool the next morning I sent him a short "that will happen, talk to you later" I swear this guy is trying to make me get all pissy and do the dirty work, and I refuse to make it easy.

So the next night, Friday night, I get a text at 10:45, or as I like to think, after he got done doing something better, asking me if I was up yet. I say nothing and 20 minutes later I get "I am sorry, I am being a selfish ass one of my friends came over and I didn't call. I totally understand if you don't answer when I call tomorrow" So a little later I informed him that "I was out with my friends anyway, I will talk to you tomorrow"

Needless to say Saturday came with no phone call, but a text asking me what I was doing that night ( he had no one else to hang with) and I was busy. So after he gave me "maybe we can hang next week" I sent him what I felt the appropriate response of "if you want to, you know how to get ahold of me"

Just so there is no confusion, I got that he wasn't into me after point number one when he didn't answer because he was "eating". Some girls would see this random texting as "he must like me". But I do believe that he is stringing me along just in case he gets bored or can't find anything better (like that shit will happen ;P). But Inga is no dummy, I know the ugly truth of the situation. And it is that, like it or not, he's just not that into me.

C-Cap Is Your Friend

I don't know what they call it where ever you live, but here in Wisconsin it is known as "C-Cap". It's the state of Wisconsin's circuit court directory, and ladies in the world of Internet dating, hell any dating I have found that use of your states court directory can be a big time saver.

Case 1: A few years back I met a guy at a bar downtown, he seemed nice asked for my number and wanted to know if I would go out sometime. So I said sure and gave him my number, then later that night I went on home, and out of curiosity I checked him out on C-Cap. And low and behold this "great guy" that I met has a case against him for 4 counts of child molestation....great.

Case 2: Last year I met a guy over the Internet. We chatted it up and he seemed pretty normal, well after a couple weeks of online chatting and chatting on the phone I got curious. So I typed his name into google (like you've never done it) and came across an interesting article involving him from his hometown. Well I will save you the long story, and get to the point. After accessing Minnesota's circuit court database I found out that not only had he been arrested multiple times for possessing and dealing drugs. He had just got out of prison for dealing, racketeering and accessory to murder (YIKES) Needless to say I didn't talk to him again.


Odds are if you look up someone you will find a speeding ticket, a traffic violation , hell maybe a old DUI or possession of Marijuana charge. But if your lucky like me you will find that you attract the real winners. So for me at least I feel safe saying that C Cap is indeed my friend.

The Date That Wasn't

So after talking with my friend Ava and hearing about her adventures in Internet dating I decided to go ahead and give Match.com a try. Well about a week into my little foray into Internet dating I agreed to meet a guy from town that I met on the site. In talking to him before we went out he seemed to be a normal guy, so I agreed to go and meet him at a restaurant.

Well not a minute after I arrived he pointed out that my hair isn't as red as it was in my profile pictures and he has a thing for red heads. Strike one. Then after some conversation about random first meeting crap, movies, music yada yada. I made mention of my tonsil surgery (no gory details) and then I said "oops I guess this isn't first date conversation" to which he immediately replied "this isn't a date" Strike two. So after about 20 minutes of watching him constantly checking the time on his cell phone I said it was probably time to go. He couldn't have ran out of that place faster. Walking into the parking lot he was about 1o paces ahead of me, but he did manage to throw a half hearted "see you later" with out even looking back.

Now, I can't say this is the worst date I have been on ever, since, as he so gracefully pointed out, it wasn't a date. Boys. Seriously.

The Day Before The Dip

So today is February 4th. My birthday is February 5th, tomorrow, and tomorrow I will turn 26, and officially begin my descent down the hill toward 30. Now don't get me wrong I am not freaking out about it or anything 26 is still young. Its just that now I am on the other side of 25, that happy little middle ground where your not quite pushing 30. And starting tomorrow, I will officially be pushing 30.

It probably wouldn't bother me at all if I wasn't bothered by the rest of my life. You know the no husband and 2.5 children part gets to be a little more annoying at this age. I never finished college like I planned on. I am working an "ok" job I guess, but I could do better. And oh yeah, I LIVE WITH MY PARENTS!!!! I am working on remedying that last one here soon, but you know it doesn't help matters at all. Oh well, I started this blog with no particular game plan or exit strategy. So in conclusion, Happy Birthday to me.

Tonsillectomy Do's and Dont's

So since its been a little over a week since I had my tonsils viciously yanked from the back of my throat, and had my deviated septum fixed I decided it was probably time for me to write a little blog about my experience.

So as far as I know my surgery went really well. I woke up in the recovery room feeling like I had swallowed shrapnel and then reached up for my nose, which had no bandages on it. I think at that point I said something probably strange sounding to the recovery room nurse asking if he even corrected my nose. Which he did, and he didn't lie about that not hurting, I was fortunate enough to not have any pain associated with the septoplasty (horay). But I made up for the lack of septoplasty pain with tonsil pain.

So after having almost two cups worth of ice chips in the recovery room we were off to my hospital room that I would be spending the night in. As soon as they got me off of the gurney I suddenly became as hot as a menopausal woman on the 4th of July. I was sweating like nobodies business and then I had to puke, so that should have set the tone for my week. Then after the nurses got me into my bed, I kicked all the covers off and had them put my hair up in a very haphazard rubber band pony tail to help me cool off.

Then after that they brought me my pain medication it was a liquid narcotic called Roxicet and it was my savior, especially considering that I just threw up....you know after tonsil surgery...stomach acid, open wound, you get the picture it hurt like hell. Then it was time to parade my family in, and for me to pass out. Around ten after my parents left (and several doses of pain meds later) it was time for me to go to the bathroom and clean up for the night. Now mind you I was under the impression that I would get a little help since I was drugged up with an IV in my arm, but I thought wrong.

So I was put in the bathroom with a "bath in a bag" and left to my own devices to clean up and change into a new gown. Ok, no big deal. The cleaning up went slow, but it was ok. And then it was time to put a gown on. Now they handed me a gown that had none of the sleeve snaps done up so I had to snap them together. And I had an IV in my arm, so its not like I could just slip my arm into it. So I crack the bathroom door to look for help. No help in sight. So I stick my arm in there and try to button it up while holding it up with my teeth and trying to stay in the upright and locked position. So finally after about 5 minutes I managed to figure my gown out and went out to tuck myself into bed.

The nice RN came into my room and slipped a little Demerol into my IV. Oh sweet demerol how I love you, it made me fall right asleep. So the night went pretty well I just had to get up about every two hours to pee (constant IV fluids will do that) and get new ice for the ice packs on my neck.

So skip the boring shit, night went fine yada yada. Woke up and got flowers from my co workers blah blah. Then they brought me scrambled eggs and hash browns for breakfast. HELLO I just had my tonsils out and you want me to eat that?!?!? I tried half heartedly a couple eggs, then I made the nurse bring me jello. Later after I had chocked down lunch (scalloped potatoes and ham). The nice nurse lady went to give me one last dose of demerol to make my drive home comfortable. As soon as she finished putting it in, it was like WHAM, suddenly I jerked upright and thought for sure I was about to puke again. But then nothing happend, and they sent me home about a half hour later. Lesson learned here: Demerol not always my friend.

So on the car ride home, I managed to throw up three times, thank god they sent me with a puke bag. When I got home, it was time for more Roxicet, sweet roxicet. However after taking it and a short nap I started what would become the longest night of my life. I threw up more Wednesday night then I think I have thrown up in my whole life. Any attempt to have any food or water was immediately thwarted with me puking. So naturally I became very dehydrated and got a wicked headache.

By that point my sore throat was not my big issue, it was the puking and the headache. So after that my mother called the hospital and spoke to the ENT on call. Now this genius thought that making me take suppositories was going to stop me from throwing up. So after my dad got back from the drug store, I had to assume the position to add insult to injury and have my mother shove a little bullet up my ass ( which burned like hell by the way). Well much to my not amazement the little suppository didn't do shit, so it was off to the emergency room.

When I got there much to my disappointment the worst ER doc ever was on duty. I know this since I work for the hospital and I have worked with him in the past, he thinks everyone is a drug seeker, and has had more complaints then any other provider in the system (good guy). Well luckily my uncle the nurse practitioner that works in the hospital had called ahead and talked to him, so I had no problems at all. So three bags of IV fluids and some anti nausea meds later I went home.

So I spent the rest of my recovery time taking kids tylenol for the tonsillectomy pain. Kids tylenol. KIDS TYLENOL!!! That's like putting a band aid on a bullet wound. But since the good stuff made me puke my guts out (even looking at the bottle makes my stomach flip) that's what I had to work with.

Well that concludes the interesting part of my story, so I wont bore with anymore details. Here is Inga's list of Tonsillectomy Do's and Dont's

1. Don't over-do the ice chips in the recovery room
2. Do ask for help when its time for a new gown
3. Demerol is not your friend
4. Don't eat scrambled eggs for your first meal
5. Don't take the roxicet, its not worth it
6. Do get the junior strength dissolving tylenol tabs they are bubble gum flavored
7. Don't let anyone talk you into using a suppository for nausea
8. Do use the ice bags on your neck it helps

A Case of the Monday's

So I have spent pretty much all of my weekend at home whining because I don't feel good. Horay me. I have had a wicked sore throat and a headache going on since Friday, so this morning when I woke up and wanted to die my throat and head hurt so bad I decided it was time to go in. So I called in sick to work after making no less than 7 phone calls trying to find a real live person to answer the phone. Then I went to the doctor and was told that I most likely have the mono, so that sucks. At least they gave me some good medicine for the pain.

So I am sitting here a little bored, and a lot drugged up and I decided hey why not write a blog. Friday night I went to happy hour, and after a few martini's I decided that it would be a good idea to dye my hair. So now, for the first time in 3 years, Inga is not a red head. My friend dyed my hair "bronze shimmer" which is medium golden brown. But fear not you fans of red hair, I have 3 boxes of red hair dye packed away in storage that I have no intention of wasting.

I think its time for me to take a nap. Til next time!

Tangelo update

I caved to my mothers pressure to be in the wedding (horay). And found out that the color my sister actually liked was burnt orange, not tangelo (thank god). However my numerous request's for a dress with sleeves or hell wide enough straps for me to wear my lunch lady bra went un noticed and she picked out a strapless dress with a big ass puffy skirt. It is a pretty dress, even though I look like a mack truck in matte satin when I tried it on. So I am having wide straps installed and a little bolero jacket made to wear over it. You can view it here if you so wish: http://www.alfredangelo.com/Collections/ProductDisplay.aspx?productID=17322a4a-ce4d-4ef7-8cb7-93bc1cffc355&categoryID=772f03c9-de43-4942-bfa0-da77e21ebd65&pg=0

New job

I dont know if I like it yet. I am the only offical lab person they have ever had. I feel like the phlebotomist slash bitch around there. And I have a supervisor that likes to randomly "pop" in on me and point out every little extra thing that I could be doing. Like going through the old lab orders, and calling patients to tell them to come in and get they're lab work done (sigh). Not to mention that by day 3 I had already been reamed out 4 times for shit that I didnt even know.

Is it bad that its only been five days and I already want to quit? They are SOOO lucky I dont have a savings accout....

Sister wanted. Inquire within

So to ad to the already dramatic story of my sister's three ring circus of a wedding, I have now been offically demoted as maid of honor. The day her fiancee proposed I got a excited phone call, and then she asked me to be her MOH. And now apparently (and I say this because she lies ALL the time) her fiancee wants his sister in law to be the MOH. So did my sister tell me this. No of course not. She mentioned a few weeks ago that she asked her to be the matron of honor (what a crock of shit). And then I just figured out on my own that I am not even the one standing up for her. So you know, fuck that shit.

Then she lied and told my parents that she never asked me, Even more bullshit. So I hit my limit and told her that I wont be in the wedding anymore. And this is going to be one of those things. You know things that you never forget, and you bring up at holidays in the future just to remind her what a little bitch she was. One of those things. So as far as I am concerned once she gets married her new sister in law can be her sister. I have so totally had it with her its not even funny. So any applicants for my newly available sister position?

Lights Out

Well I went home on Monday after being back at home for a few days. I was really just looking forward to enjoying my last couple days of peace and quiet in my own apartment. So when I was approaching my apartment door, to what do my wandering eye's appear? Two notices from the electric company, one left on my door the day I headed home and one left that morning saying that they disconnected my power!

I mean seriously? No power. How's that for a low blow, but like I previously mentioned I had been struggling to pay the bills so I wasn't shocked, just annoyed. Talk about adding insult to injury. There I was, jobless, with 35 dollars to my name and no friggin power. So I had to forget about enjoying my last night at home, because it had passed. Luckily my good friend Ava let me stay with her that night so all was not lost.

So now my planned week of solitude and packing had to be cut short, so I am back at my parents house. Now I can spend my weekend up there packing during the day, and camping out by candle light at night. At least I haven't packed up my liquor cabinet.....