Chronic Clutter and Hoarding Disorder

My mother and college roommate will be the first two to tell you that I have a problem. I love to collect piles of crap, meaningless scraps of paper that have some sort of minuscule significance at one point in time. In this bigger process of moving back from college, the crash pad, and learning how to be a successful contributing member of greater society, I still have going away cards dated 9/1998, notes we passed back and forth in chemistry, report cards from senior year (two C's - calc and physics). If you sent me a birthday card in the past decade, I have it. Whats nice about the extreme clutter in my room is that it is free of boy - meaning all my boy boxes are hiding in the basement awaiting sentencing. In case you were wondering, oh ex-boyfriend(s), I'm shredding it all, decapitating stuffed bears, and throwing away what used to be your precious box. I think its a positive step in my disorder, seeing that for years the thought of destroying this stuff made me break out in hives. But finally, FINALLY, keeping it around makes me feel like I weight a million pounds.

I've also been home for a week and have another four days to go and needed SOMETHING to occupy my time. Go sick call! Sometimes, you just need a mental health day, or ten.

All Cracked Up

My head/neck currently leans to the right; I know this because my new chiropractor showed me the x-rays. (I know, I know, if I wanted to be blasted with more radiation I should have just gone to work). I decided to see one because of the annoying pain I'm experiencing from sleeping at the LHR hotel, and the constant bending up and down to deliver drinks or pick up rubbish, whether its in first class or steerage. Its going to help my sinus situation, as the body has been built to work as one. Part of the damage is from years of girls landing on my head during cheerleading practice, as well as my car accident four years ago. I've had a very positive experience with the whole thing, my insurance covers it, and seeing how I got my furlough packet two days ago, I'm having everything I can possibly have done now. My next stop on the doctor train is the dermatologist, and I might have to see my eye doctor in August because by the time September rolls around, Lord only knows if I'll even still be pouring cokes.

This one time, on my way to Zurich...

I totally saw Curtis, TLC's Take Home Chef in the terminal. And let me tell you, homeslice is damn sexy. I got all star struck and just stood there and watched him walk by. I'd let him take me home any day!

Then on the way home from Zurich, I had some Swiss soccer player sitting in my section. Seeing as I know nothing about the sport, let alone actual players (with the minor exception of Becks, and that's only because of Posh) I had no reason to ask for an autograph or slip him my number during the beverage service. He too was quite smoking.

Did I tell you the part about how I got to go to Zurich? Were you in Zurich today? Didn't think so.

Technicolor Girls

My little old Italian grandmother from Brooklyn said that this was going to be a good year. She is not a fan of any years that end in an odd number; like '06, '94, etc were all good years... '01? 95? not so much. I can't determine whether or not I think its a kick ass year quite yet, but I do know that things are changing everyday and in ways I didn't think feasible.

Translation? I'm packing up my crash pad and moving home. And painting my room pink.

In the process of cleaning, I shredded every notebook, journal, letter, or whiny teenage poetry I'd ever written. Absolutely everything that any boy has ever given me is gone, shredded and discarded. I'm amazed at what the past decade of my life looks like in bags of trash, having survived two trans-continental moves, middle school, high school, college, personal and national tragedies, and now a crazy career with even crazier people a part of my past ten years. Its all gone now, and I feel better.

SMH, ALB, SEM, MAM - I love you guys.

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Can we say furlough? Apparently, the inudstry is in worse shape now than after September 11, 2001. Is anyone out there looking for a high school geography/history teacher who's experience includes pourer of cokes and in-flight cookie baker? We'll know for sure come the end of the summer.

Job Titles

I was reading one of those MySpace surveys that a fellow flight attendant friend of mine completed, and this made me giggle:

48. How do you earn money?
High Speed Aluminum Tubing

Furlough Like Whoa...

Yesterday I volunteered my time at my mother's school for fun day; I was the designated cotton candy maker. Its my newly acquired skill so when I get furloughed come the fall I'll have that second career ready to go. And at no cost to tax payers because I won't be collecting unemployment... I'll be too busy making cotton candy. I like mixing the blue and the pink sugars to make purple!