So my little honeymoon in Jamaica is over and it was great. I was a little hesistant to return to reality.I was quickly reminded that my vacation was over the moment I stepped on the plane and was accosted by a woman who insisted that I was in her seat.Doh mind she was only now boarding on our first stop over and I had been in the seat for the past two hours.I have always hated window seats, even as a child. I was never raptured with the sights outside the window, I just want to be able to go pee when I want to without having to crawl over people. So,I was in 12C(aisle which i specifically requested)and she had 12A (window).For some reason she seemed overly delighted that she would be getting to kick someone out of her seat.She started bad right there. She was still arguing when I had to break down the little diagram overhead to show her where the window was and the stick man was in relation to her seat number. The idiot had the audacity to continue arguing with me and say that the "window" in the diagram was not the window of the plane. Exactly which other window it was supposed to represent is a mystery to me.
At this point I lost my "No problem man" newfound Jamaican attitude and became a WTF Trini angry black woman. So I had to tell her that if I wanted a window seat I would have picked one a month ago when I booked my ticket and then I reinforced the breakdown of the diagram "This is you, this is the window, this is 12A, SIT DOWN, SHUT UP." So my idiot radar was on full alert at this point when we landed at the next stop and a woman began chatting on her cell phone literally as the wheels of the plane touched down.We were still mashing brakes from the landing and she was talking most normally. Why they allow some people to have passports ...I have no idea.
Needless to say the whole "healthy eating" went out the window while on vacation when everytime I orderd jerk chicken I got a portion of fries.By the end of the week I was sick of Jamaican food and just wanted KFC and Burger King. Exercise went out the window unless you count climbing Dunn's River falls and two dutty wine (lol jus kidding, I don't have a death wish!). Shortly after I got home I started working out my expenses and realised quite quickly that I was officially broke.Worse yet I get paid on the last day of the month which means that I have one salary before the end of the year to buy Christmas presents,pay that credit card I nearly max out,party for the season, service my car and basically live. I need to win the lotto.Sigh so much for actually paying for that gym membership.And I still have not paid anything further on my carnival costume!I put myself further in a hole by telling my friends I would go to "Eyes Wide Shut" with them which is a cool $250.Sigh.
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