YaYa Princess

So it’s NOT SARS, but let me start again.

I just went to donate blood, b/c I’m a good person like that. They ask you the normal questions and I answer honestly. I tell them about the cruise and ask if I went ot the ruins in Cozumel. No I tell them. We really weren’t in any place more than 8 hours either.

Then she says-”Ummm, where were you in Haiti?”

“On a private Island owned by Royal Caribbean International, called Labadee” I tell her, thinking no biggie.

She gets quiet, reaches for her humongous infectious places binder and there on pg 3 is a memo stating that as of August 2007 Labadee is know to have outbreaks of Malaria. Not only does that mean I cannot donate for 1 year (understandably) but what really chaps me is that RCI NEVER mentioned this. Not one word.

As you may recall I got sick when we came home. I joked that I had “the SARS” and the boy thought I was being silly. Good thing I didn’t know about this then

Stupid cruise line. I’m not even gettin’ PAID!

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Today is the 3rd very full day at my company’s annual meeting. They have pretty well had every moment packed for us, with the exception of 1.5-2 hours in the evenings between sessions and receptions. Unfortunatly we’ve run late every day so we’ve only had about 1 hour to ourselves.

I have met a lot of people, constructed a pretty kick a** bridge with people I didn’t previously know, and tried to get energized. There is just one problem, I can’t possibly have one more sip of “koo.l ai.d”-I just can’t do it.
I’ve been at this job for about a year and a half. Then I come here, and it’s like I’m smack dab new again. I don’t so much mind that though, it’s just slightly frusterating.

But I got stuck at another hotel for reasons I’m not even certain about anymore, meaning that NO ONE from my office is here (ie. I know/knew no one) and generally, I just don’t know that I can drink any more of it in, or that I want to.

And I’ve tried, and I WANT to, I swear I have and I do. But despite all of my efforts, I cannot shake the fact that I still don’t feel like I fit in w/ my company-or at least my office. And it’s frusterating. And I’m tired. And b/c I’m at this outcast hotel, it’s pretty lonely. And the truth is, I’m not sure I want to fit in with my office…. Maybe the Boston office will adopt me

I must admit, I feel like crap at the moment. Apparently all that hand washing didn’t protect me from some little stinkpot who got me sick. I still haven’t downloaded the pictures, but you can see them at the boy’s site www.southboundhome.com for now.

The things I learned while on our cruise:

1.) I am still, in fact, subject to motion sickness

2.) Haiti is friggin’ HOT. Consequently the boy tends to fry like a greased fish burn in those spots where he neglected to put sunscreen.

3.) I wish whoever designed our cabin would have had a say in our apartment–we actually had MORE space in the cabin.

4.) There is a reason that they put hard bottoms in the base of the inner tubes…

Dat’s right people-I’m graceful as the day is long

5.) Mexicans seem to think that white middle age Americans on a catamaran want to listen to Jimmy Buffet and do line dances… and they would be correct They also are quite the margarita slingers

6.) Speaking of which, apparently Margaritaville’s not only an American commodity

7.) Safety ALWAYS comes first…even above fashion.

8.) He didn’t inhale

9.) The following is the floor of the elevator and changes every night at midnight…you know, in case you drink so much you forget what day it is…(they really DO think of everything!)

10.) Enough Said…

Welcome Home!

Such a funny word. I am though, home that is-and funny too I suppose. I’m back at work today, and frankly despite all the Purrell showers not feeling very hot. At least I made it through vacation

The cruise was fun-different from what we’re used to but fun. I’ll write more later. At the moment though, just here to say I’m home. I have no energy, and we still have no groceries. Oh yea, and I have no desire to plan the wedding but you know, whatever That’s the crappy part about coming home-trying to get back in the swing of things. Maybe that’s why I don’t ever leave

We leave for FL tomorrow and sail on Sunday for a whole week. A WHOLE WEEK OFF!! And it’s not a holiday or nothin’!

I’m not looking forward to packing though.

I got bangs.

This post is random.

Before I go, I’m going to leave you with one of my new favoritists songs. Bon Voyage!