Today begun like many Sunday's do, early and basically empty on the roads. I first needed to make a stop at the post office to post my broken Blackberry Bold, as I received a shiny new one this past Thursday. All I have to do now is check the tracking number online that was provided with the new unit. Which reminds me, I need to send my two month gifts to Osito this week as well as send in my claim forms for the two T-Mobile accounts I closed. I paid $200 USD each to close those accounts and now with a pending lawsuit against T-Mobile, I should receive $150 USD per line equalling $300 total for the two cancelled lines. Anyway, after leaving the post office we headed out to Hillsdale Mall.
When we (mate of the family and I) got to Nordstrom, we parked in the Nordstrom car park as we usually do. Since the mall was not open yet, we had to walk through the mall as the shops were closed. We both need to use the public toilet, so we decided to take the lift upstairs. As the doors were closing this woman wanted to get on and luckily she was able to grab the door. My mate complemented this woman's necklace and said "Oh we have the same necklace". The woman said "Yeah, great taste." to which my mate said "Juicy Couture?" then woman retorted "Yes. Have a great day." and exited the lift. I told my mate that I thought that woman might work at M•A•C because her make-up looked like a make-up artist at that shop and that she should see her if she did work there because she seemed nice.
After using the toilet, we both wanted to get out lattes from Starbucks. We had to walk outside and around this corner to find it, but we eventually found it. Once there, it definitely felt like we were in San Francisco even though we were in San Mateo. I told this girl who rung me up (who I have no idea how she got the job because she was so slow) took my order and told her to use the name Grumpy and she goes "Ugghh uuuhhh oohhh Rampuu Gruuuu" and I said "Ignore the name on the card and just use Grumpy". Because honesty, my name will never be understood nor spelled remotely close. One would think Grumpy is easy enough to spell, but when the tart shouted "Tall Vanilla Latte for Grumpy!" the guy making the drinks said "Okay! Brittany!" I got stuck with a Starbucks cup that said Brittany. I despise Starbucks, and wish Coffee Bean was available at more locations.
After Starbucks and drinking from my "Brittany" cup, we headed to
Nordstrom as my mate needed something from Bobbi Brown. Afterwards, I
told her let us go to M•A•C because she wanted to get her eyes done and
wanted a new look. The woman we saw earlier did infact work there and
she said as soon as we walk in the M•A•C shop "We meet again!" with a
smile on her face. She introduced herself and her name was Arlette. She
was very nice throughout and did a brilliant job of doing my mate's
make-up as well as giving tips on how to apply the make up properly.
After being there for about 15-20 minutes we were finsihed and had more
interesting conversations with her. She was very nice and I will
definetley reccomend her to any girls that need a good make up artist
at M•A•C who is also a very nice person.
Once having finished doing what we needed to get done at M•A•C, we went to California Pizza Kitchen for lunch. Unfortunately, we got stuck with a really bitchy waitress that reminded me of an ex-mate named Stephanie. We ordered our food (I got the Fettuccine Alfredo with Chicken and Shrimp) which was good, but being the "growing boy" I am, I was still hungry. I got a dessert menu from some other waiter we just waved down and I noticed an interesting item they had which they called "Red Velvet Cake", but looked more like "Blood Cake". I ordered a Tiramisu cake which I split 1/3 for my mate. However, our waitress was just horrible throughout the meal, she came when we obviously did not need her, and when we needed something, she was no where to be found. We had to have two other waiters get something for us, twice. During dessert she said "You want me to handle that now?!" referring to the bill, which we obviously just got our dessert. She was just a miserable cow through and through. Finally, the icing on the cake was when we waited for her to return to give her the signed credit card bill, and her cash tip, she said "Oh just leave it there. The bus boy will take it once he cleans up". If her tip gets stolen, then it is on her, but whatever, at least we waited for her and tried to give it to her.
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