Too tired to come up with a good title

Whoever thought it was a good idea for the person working Friday night to also work Saturday morning (all day Saturday actually, but it's the morning part that's hardest) should be shot! Well...not really, but I am very annoyed with them. With a half hour drive home and a half hour drive back to work, I end up not getting nearly enough time to sleep...even less time if Ryleigh fights going to bed when I get home. Yesterday was a fucking headache and a half with all the PEOPLE coming in for whatever the hell was/is going on at/with the Mayo Clinic. Friday nights, we usually don't have a shuttle, but the shuttle driver was nice enough to keep bringing his big 29 passenger bus (the usual shuttle carries 9) for the 3-4 flights after the shuttle was supposed to be done here because there were just that many PEOPLE! And thank god for that...I don't know what I would've done if he wasn't here. Even with that 29 passenger bus nearly full...I was still loading 8-10 cabs off of each flight! That's like an insane amount of people/cabs here! On an average day, the cab drivers usually get pretty lucky if we even load 6 of them per flight...especially on a Friday! Fridays and Saturdays usually have a lot of people being picked up, so we'll usually have a lot of loading 0-3 cabs per flight. I just hope today isn't like that again or I may go (more) insane...

The only small positive to yesterday was when someone forgot their laptop in the hustle and bustle of trying to get out of here after on of the flights (yeah, I know that doesn't sound like much of a positive but hear me out). Someone found it and brought it to me very concerned that it be kept somewhere safe so the owner could get it back when he/she came looking for it. That by itself was AWESOME because so often people will just ignore stuff lying around that isn't theirs and don't care about anyone but themselves. But even better was just as I was cleaning up to get out of here. A guy came in looking for his laptop that he accidentally left and thanks to that other guy, I was able to give this guy his laptop back. It was great!

On a completely unrelated note, I seriously LOVE Med City's fax number. It's a palindrome. So I push the numbers: doot, doot, doot, zero, and then back through the first 3 numbers in reverse. It's so much fun to punch in a number like that. (I like palindromes, okay? I thought it was awesome that my birthday this year was a palindrome in day-month-year orientation too. 11-02-2011, 11022011...hehehe. Don't judge me, I'm not completely insane...just a little weird.) I like numbers and math and am pretty good with both...which is apparently very strange for the high school I went to or so I've heard anyway.

Also, sorry I haven't posted in a while (as if anyone comes looking for new posts without me pointing them out anyway), but I've been on dial-up and there hasn't been much going on anyway. And I just didn't feel like posting for a few days there....I didn't really feel much like doing anything, and I used up all the energy I did have to play with Ryleigh, so I had none left to think of something to write about here.

My phone tried to give me a heart attack today

I'm not sure if it's the universe that thinks it's funny to make me panic or just my phone, but here's what happened After a quick trip to Walmart for crappy cheap food to eat at work, I got to work, booted up my laptop, and sat down to get everything set up for another however many hours at the airport. All of of sudden, the message box on Facebook popped up. Zach wanted me to text him because....I don't know, I guess I'm more interesting than I give myself credit for or something like that. I reached into my pocket to grab my phone, so I could tell him that he wrecked my web browser (Chrome locked up really bad pretty much right after that message came through). SHIT! It wasn't there. So I'm wracking my brain trying to remember if I had it still when I came out of Walmart. I thought I might have, but I couldn't remember for sure. I started kind of panicking then thinking, "Oh no, what if it fell out when I pulled my wallet out of my pocket?" But then I was sure I had it in my lap when I was packing some of my newly bought crappy food into my lunch bag and thought there was NO WAY I wouldn't have heard it fall onto the hard floors. So first chance I got, I went out to the car to look for it...only, I couldn't find it. I went back in panicking a little more and called my phone to see if anyone would answer it. Of course, no one did.

I spent another hour (and another flight coming in) trying to figure out what I should do. But then I got thinking about it again, and I KNEW I had the phone in my lap while I was packing up my food...and I was fairly certain I put it back in my pocket. And then it hit me, maybe the damn thing fell somewhere between the seats! I went out to check, and sure enough...there it was! One and a half hours from the time I realized it was missing, I finally found it. I was both proud of myself for finding it and feeling like an idiot because it was in the car THE WHOLE TIME and I didn't find it until the 2nd search. Then again, I am kind of out of it today. I spaced out for about half the trip to Walmart in the first place (and I was the one driving), so I don't know why I'm surprised that I couldn't find my phone that was practically right under my nose. I need to tie my phone to myself when I wear pants/coats with these "slash" pockets...then I wouldn't lose it and I'd know when it slips out. I tie my wallet to myself when I carry it in my pocket because I had a bad habit of losing that damn thing wherever I sat down. I probably should just tie anything that's going into my pocket to me...that would solve a lot of problems.

Random fact I just found out: A cab from this airport to Sturgeon Bay, WI costs about $617. YIKES!

Proof that I am WAY too easily amused...or maybe just immature...or somewhat insane

1. I have to work really hard not to laugh when people go to the wrong baggage claim and miss their luggage going around (seriously, there's only 2 airlines and 2 baggage claims in the WHOLE airport...it shouldn't be that hard to figure out where your luggage should be).

2. I find a screw laying on the ground and have to fight the urge to offer it to someone by asking them if they "wanna screw?" (I seriously wouldn't do that though because I am terrified of talking to people.) It makes me giggle like a crazy person.

3. The last flight of the day ALWAYS using like a million cabs even if there's not even 10 people on it. This always surprises me anyway. And I laugh like a nervous idiot as I call dispatch to send me another cab, and another cab...and better make it 2-3 more cabs this time...oh, and one more. Wait, add another one to the list. Okay, now we're done. No, wait. One more....make that 2 more. Oh, and I just got luggage to deliver, so you better send another one on top of that. (Then again, at this point, it might just be my "night weirdness" setting in because this usually occurs around or after 11 pm.)

4. I TOTALLY just sent a cab driver out with 4 luggage deliveries going to 3 different hotels and a residence. That is AWESOME! Good thing he was driving a minivan. I came in to finish my paperwork laughing like a maniac. I don't know why I found it so funny though because more deliveries means more money for the driver and having them all in a small area means less driving around to get that money....but it's hilarious anyway.

Is this long enough to be considered a blog post? Probably not, but I think I'm gonna stop now and publish it before I mention that the dents on my bottle of water are HILARIOUS. Because at this point of the night, I'm tired/wired enough to think they are. Thank god I get to go home soon-ish. It's harder to make a fool of myself when the dial-up at grandma's won't cooperate with me even trying to get here to write a post.

I am (slightly) awesome

I was going to write a post about way back when I was pregnant with my daughter because I really should write that awesome/awful time down somewhere so I don't forget it. In fact, I had trouble falling asleep last night thinking to myself "I should post about this and it should be worded this way" and then going through the entire progression of the important points I want to put down at least 3 times and got caught going over a few parts several more times than that. (And this right here is why I shouldn't write stuff in the middle of the night because I "think" too much and things just get weird.)

Anyway, I'm not going to write about that (right now anyway) because I want to say I am awesome and have more running stamina than my close to 9 year old brother even though I sit on my butt most of the day (especially at work). I'm not really sure though if I should look as it as awesome that I can play tag longer than my little brother or really sad that I can actually play tag longer than my little brother. I swear at that age, I could've run around for at least an hour playing tag. By the way, I totally started the game of tag. I took him and my daughter to the playground today and they were both very excited. I was feeling a little self-conscious about just sitting on the swings and watching them walk around (the small group of LARPers or old weapon enthusiasts or what ever they were that just got done and were hanging around by their vehicles chatting didn't help). So I went up to my daughter, tapped her on the shoulder, and said, "You're it!" Except she's 2.5 and doesn't really know anything about tag yet, so she just looked at me like I was crazy. So then I quietly walked up behind my brother, poked him in the shoulder, said "You're it!", and took off running. So we run around a bit dodging trees, me in the lead, him trying to tag me, and Ryleigh trying her hardest to keep up with us. As I'm going around another tree, I look back to see how close my brother is to catching me, and I see him laying on the hill behind the tree, clutching his side, and saying he can't run anymore. At this point, I'm mostly out of breath, but I could still run a little more. So I automatically declared that I won tag. And he didn't care because he couldn't run anymore anyway.

I haven't run that much in YEARS, so I had a little trouble walking back home. I wanted so badly to take a nap right on the sidewalk. But honestly, I feel great now. I want to go back out and play some more tag. Anyone want to go with me? Because my brother won't. He's a sore loser and wants to play his video games...and that's just sad. He's not quite even 9, he should be running around outside. I'll admit I like some video games and computer games myself, but I know when I was his age, I spent more time on my bike and at the playground and playing with the neighbor girl that I was friends with (I was a strange kid though and probably scared that poor girl so many times while I still lived there...like the time I convinced her I was a witch and could make her bike tip over [with her riding it] without even touching it...I'd guess it was more likely she was tipping over because she was fairly new to riding and I was making her nervous, but my little kid mind was sure I was doing it). I wonder what that girl is up to now. I haven't seen her since I stopped visiting my awful father (that would be at least another whole post there if I actually felt like writing about that) when I was about 13, and I didn't see her much before that after mom moved us away from there. I kind of miss having IRL friends that live in the same neighborhood as me.