Archive for August, 2008

work on saturday
August 30, 2008

Greetings from Cerritos Mall again. Unfortunately, today it’s just me and my sister from open to close and again the A/C here doesn’t seem to be strong enough to keep me from sweating. So, last night I decided to take the jump and buy 2 tickets to see Wicked for the 3rd time. This time I have a perfectly good reason to see it again, Jemimah’s 19th birthday. I’ve been meaning to take her for a while now but I haven’t gotten around to being able to do that. Now that it’s almost her birthday, I can finally take her! Mek, I hope you’re super excited because I am! 6th row again, hoorah. I can’t wait until the movie comes out 😀

Tomorrow my family is coming over for a little BBQ so that means a mountain of ribs, Riley, my cousin’s famous Rice Krispy Treats, and more food!

today I’ve realized that…
August 29, 2008

1. Working with Dr. A means leaving work at least 30 minutes after your shift is suppose to be over. This will probably go on for about three more weeks. Yikes! It’s a good thing I get paid over-time.

2. Babysitting a walking kid requires a little more work and patience than a non-walking baby. Yes, I’m talking about you Riley.

3. Money definitely does not grow on trees (like you haven’t heard that one). I feel bad for those people who already have some kind of financial problems in their broken home, yet they still treat money as if it’s easy to come by. Well on the other hand, I probably should be minding my own damn business. Haha! But no really, I don’t quite understand those people who complain about not having enough money for school and end up blowing their next paycheck on something that doesn’t last forever (like knowledge!). When I think about it again, I actually don’t feel sorry for those people because making excuses isn’t going to get you into the career you want. If they had an ounce of passion in their blood, they would be more selective with their time and money spent up until they get to where they truly want to be.

4. I’m starting to learn more responsibilities and learning more about who I am as a person; I’m starting to realize the things that use to be important to me are the things I shouldn’t even care or worry about now. I’ve already faced the fact that it’s going to take me longer than most people to grow up and realize my full potential in whatever is it I want to be capable of doing in the future. So for now I’m riding it out, doing what I love to do best and keeping the people I love most close to me. Like Doctor said, “Don’t take life too seriously, you’re not getting out alive.”

de-claw
August 28, 2008

So the past few days have been purely routine that consisted of being at work and at home. I met another Doctor as well as his wife (because Dr. Evans will be on vacation for a whole month in Europe). Dr. A is a bit on the quiet side but a very nice man nonetheless. He asked me to assist him in a cat spay and de-claw (on all four feet). Owners who think about putting their beloved pets under that kind of pain and torture should be shot in the head. I’m desperately hoping they’ll pass a law in Orange County and not just in West Hollywood to ban and unlegalized any type of de-clawing in cats. Why stop a perfectly good law from traveling out of Los Angeles? It’s ridiculous. De-clawing is horribly inhumane; people who will become future owners of cats should be informed of this before making further decisions on buying or adopting one. In the future, I know fellow animal lovers will raise awareness of this potential danger they’re putting their cats in. Say no to de-claws!

alone
August 26, 2008

Today I received my first paycheck and I’m pretty please with myself. I did pretty good today considering it was only me and Dr. Evans working, I did not have any problems handling the front nor the back on my own. I tried my best to remember everything Mrs. Evans had told me especially the postcard vaccination reminders, she is extremely anal about those. Besides having to carry a near 100lb rottweiler whose legs mysteriously became paralyzed everything went smoothly for me and Doc. I didn’t realized how tired I really was until I knocked out on my bed for an hour once I came home. Good stuff.

we’re next?
August 24, 2008

I don’t know what all this fuss about strippers is for bachelors’ parties, I think it’s kind of a stupid idea if you ask me. The night before Leo’s wedding I was laying in bed miserable to the fact that Franco had to go to a strip club for his cousin’s bachelor party. I already know Franco isn’t the type of person who enjoys these kinds of things, but the fact that it’s mandatory made me upset. He made it clear that his girl cousins were going to be there also but that didn’t help, it was a strip club regardless. I’m not use to that type of entertainment and I didn’t want my boyfriend to be there. So I ended up calling Ray for some some advice; he calmed my nerves down and explained to me why I shouldn’t be so upset at the situation. Everyone else assured me it was a “normal” thing and I had nothing to worry about. As a result, I laid down a couple of ground rules to him:

1. Absolutely NO touching. That includes no giving dollar bills to the strippers because it is a complete waste of money :]

2. He couldn’t have more than 2 beers.

3. Time limit is until 12AM.

This is the kind of girlfriend I am and I could care less if other people think its controlling, it’s not the lifestyle I’m use to and I found someone who shares the same values as me. Fortunately, everything went fine, Franco only ended up staying for an hour (10PM-11PM) because according to him, it wasn’t much fun. The groom wasn’t too thrilled with that type of environment either so they left after they made their rounds.

The next morning it was finally the day of Leo’s and Abby’s wedding. Abby was brought to the church in a horse drawn carriage and it was beautiful. The wedding lasted about an hour and the reception was to follow 4 hours later at a Mexican Restaurant. So after the wedding, Me and Jemimah drove to her Auntie Sally’s house, filled up on pizza, wings, and Tuscani pasta (which is by far, the best pasta I’ve had so screw Olive Garden, haha), and laid there in her cousin’s bedroom for the remaining time. The reception was very fun, everyone had a chance to make a speech for the bride and groom, and Jemimah surprised them with a serenade which the two newlyweds danced to. When it came time to throw the bouquet I didn’t quite make an effort to get up to catch it. On the other hand, when it came time for the guys to catch the garter Franco raced over and actually caught it! Everyone burst into laughter as Franco’s mom marched over to me and said, “You better get prepared Vicky!” I have a feeling she just wants to get rid of Franco already.

rude
August 22, 2008

I’m pretty sure most girls know what I’m talking about when I say that I bought something at those “cheap Asian clothing stores.” Those are the stores that have gold and silver clubbing clothes lined up on the mannequins when you walk by in the mall. Looking for a black cardigan at Fashion Q was going to be easy, so I walked in picked a nice simple one out and tried it on between the racks. While I was trying this on over my t-shirt, a rude Korean lady walked up to me and said, “You have to try on in dressing room. We have dressing room.” “Oh, I just wanted to see if the sleeve fits me really quick.” “No, we have sign in the store.” I can’t believe they actually have a rule for needing to try on a piece of clothing that doesn’t even require nudity in the dressing room. Ridiculous. If she wasn’t so rude I wouldn’t have had a problem with it, so I quickly bought it and left. What a douche.

Dr. Evans
August 20, 2008

“Placentia Veterinary Clinic. How may I help you?”
“Hi, I’d like to make an appointment for a check up for my dog. Is Dr. Evans in?”
“No, it’s actually Dr. Maas today.”
“Ok well, when will Dr. Evans be in?”

Clients poured in 10 minutes after the clinic opened today and they were all there for one reason: Dr. Evans. We were lacking of clients, not to mention work, on Monday and Tuesday simply because Dr. Evans does not work those two days; Dr. Maas is the boss instead. This absolutely does not mean that Dr. Maas isn’t a good doctor, he’s just a much better surgeon who doesn’t do too well when it comes to dealing with human clients. He’s fast and efficient when it comes to spaying, neutering, and tumor removals; and apparently he isn’t scared of blood squirting all over his nicely embroidered white lab coat either. On the other hand, Dr. Evans is the talkative type; very rowdy, fast-pace and loud but everyone absolutely loves him. His heart is always in the right place and he’s very patient with the clients no matter how difficult they can be. It really is comforting working for a person who is so concerned with everyone around him, especially for the safety of his team, sometimes he forgets to think of himself.

So, I thought I found the perfect dress for Franco’s cousin’s wedding but I wasn’t too happy with the way it fit. It would be horrendously loose in one place and ridiculously tight in another. Or it could possibly be that my body is just abnormal and I’m wrongfully blaming the company’s estimation of size. Hehe. Fortunately, I found something that is much more simple and suitable for my taste and made a quick exchange today. Now that I’ve got the most essential part covered, I now need to worry about shoes. Being a girl is so…much…fun

Fun Fact: Janet Elizabeth Evans is/use to be a record-breaking American competitive swimmer in the Olympics. You can read up on her by clicking her name, it will lead you to her official site. (She is the only daughter of the Dr. Evans that I currently work for. Neato!)

random pics
August 20, 2008

Here are some of the things growing in my backyard. My grandma was pretty proud of her sunflowers. Me, on the other hand, am now really proud of what my camera is capable of capturing :]


Suprasit
August 19, 2008

So here it is! My parent’s name combined in Thai. Before I got this I was thinking, “Hey, peice ‘o cake. The 1st one wasn’t painful, how bad could this one be?” Boy was I sadly mistaken. I’ll tell you honestly, I would occasionally squeeze the mat bed I was laying on while trying to stir up a conversation with the artist to get my mind off the pain. The guy did a really good job though considering it wasn’t English. Although there are some negative factors involved when it comes to tattoos it shouldn’t matter what other people think. It’s on your own body, you get to look at it everyday, not them. What’s ugly in their eyes is beauty in yours. So tell me what you think!

Now, they’re always there for me when I look down.

pain
August 19, 2008

I got my 2nd tattoo today. Although it hurt like a b-tch, it looks really good. I can’t wait until this thing heals; for now I’m a little immobile. I’m tired, I probably smell like a jungle animal and I need a nice warm shower. Sorry this is such a short blog but I’ll see you all later!