My Many "Talents" Part II

6. Have Fun When Doing Nothing

One of my sisters was in town this past weekend and we had the best time just hanging out. (Her and I could not be more different...actually all three of the Kleiman Girls are their own people. Laura, the one that visited, just graduated from university and is now in Oregon for a government internship. She is tracking plant life on an Indian reservation...she's a bit of a hippie. Anna is attending F.I.T. in Manhattan...she was to design window displays for department stores. I kinda see our situation as I am polluting the world, Laura is trying to save it, and Anna is decorating it!) We watched movies, went gymming, yoga, cruised through Malibu and Santa Monica, and spent some good, quality drunken time together!

7. Too Much Chutzpah For My Own Good

Somehow, I am able to really piss people off without trying. My mom says that I have too much chutzpah for my good. I am finding out very quickly that this is not a good thing in the "Old Boys' Club" of the automotive world. I got a new boss over three weeks ago. Until four days ago, he did not know my name. He told me that he has been too busy to deal with me and has told others that I "don't count." Tiny Tim (that's my nickname for him that only comes with the most sincere form of love and affection) probably does not like me too much because:

1) I have pointed out mistakes he has made

2) I am not afraid to ask "those kinds" of question one isn't supposed to ask

3) I am not a WASPy male...it has become evident that Tiny Tim only likes those who are like himself- middle-aged major male

8. The Mall Compass

No matter where I am- California, Toronto, New York, France, Italy, Israel, etc.- I have this incredible gift that follows me. I have the ability to find a shopping mall or the main shopping district closest to where I am. It's uncanny, really. I almost feel like I have a honing device implanted in me. 8. The Blonde Factor For someone so smart, I can very much be a dumb blonde at times. For instance, Stasha and I are driving down Bundy with all the windows down. In all my glory, I forget that my brand new Benetton suit is hanging up in the back seat. I realize this just in time to see it fly out the window. At the time, it seemed like a really good idea to slam on my brakes in the middle of traffic, pull a U-turn and stop to retrieve my prized possession. I don't mess around when it comes to clothes...but I did almost cause a five-car pile-up as a result. The Blonde Factor strikes again.

Vegas, baby!

Poor, Sara. She has to spend nearly a full week at a high-end Las Vegas resort with all expenses paid by Daimler Chrysler. When she gets back to Orange County, the unlucky soul has to trade in her Jeep Commander for a brand new Dodge Charger STR8...with a 6.1 liter V8 Hemi with 425 horsepower and 420 pounds of torque. Drivers beware!

But anyway, Vegas has been an experience. I have a few days before the training conference begins to myself. Day I, I proceeded directly to the pool after getting to the resort. I then order lunch and drinks, so I could really enjoy the sun! But oh my god, it was fucking hot as hell! I was outside for maybe two minutes before I started sweating profusely and was forced to seek relief in the Waterfall Oasis section of the spa. Day II was similar experience.

My streak of attracting all the crazies within a 50 mile radius is null and void in Sin City and has been expanded to include the entire Clark County of Nevada. I swear, no matter where I was (the plane, the airport, the resort, the casino, the pool...) every strange male ages 15 to 150 had to come and have some form of contact with me. The worst was some dude by the pool. I was laying in a lounge chair reading by the cabana DaimlerChrysler rented for the day. This older man with long hair and a bad body decided he just HAD to come over and say hello. I was nice and polite, but thought I had made it clear that I was not interested by not putting my book down (Bridget Jones' Diary) and continuing to read. Buddy did not get the hint and proceeded to ask me to accompany him to the casino that night! (He was a nice Southern boy and actually used the word accompany.) I flatly declined and said I was there for business.

I will say, the highlight was being IDed by a cocktail waitress! It is nice to know my 24 years aren't showing yet.