Why I Can't Take Myself Anywhere

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Have you ever heard a song that made you feel nostalgic for a part of your life that never existed?

Me.

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...and at some point

When you least expect it, they will cross your mind.  You’ll think of them.  Not in a wanting or a caring manner, not from a place of love or even hate…

…but, a place of Freedom.  Of gratitude.

You have finally moved on, finally let go. Rebuilt yourself, found your strength, and used it to close the door heavy with memories of your past.  Promise yourself to move only forward.  Promise yourself to stop looking back.

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Don't Let Miserable Pricks Steal Your Joy...

Here we are again…I know…it’s been a little while, forgive me.  I have been busy doing that whole questioning life and my existence and what it all really means.  I thought I knew what the meaning of life was, I had a simple concept, nothing crazy.  Just to better yourself by bettering others…life is weird though.  Let’s set the scene, shall we?

Like a good chunk of people who walk the Earth, I work in the hospitality industry…I feel it is a good fit for the type of person I am.  I love working with people, I like to make people happy, and I like for people to enjoy their experiences.  Some people, those I like to call miserable pricks make the job difficult at times. 

Picture it…lobby of an upscale restaurant… No problems, smooth night, people smiling, laughing, having a grand old time. Until…

Here she comes…a miserable, crotchety, looking for someone to take her misery out on, we’ll call her Linda. (not her real name).  Linda has decided she is already mad at the world because she can’t sit in a specific area that has been rented out for a company Christmas party.  Linda does not have a reservation, a party of 5 needing a highchair…she gives me a little bit of attitude when I explain the area is closed for a private party, I then proceed to offer an outside table in a different area of the restaurant.  Linda does not want this, so I send her party to a table, Linda is not happy with this table. (Using her name a lot, because Linda seemed to be very full of herself).

She asks to sit in a room set with 6 rows of 4 top tables…I explain to her that I can not place a highchair in between the tables as it is a fire hazard (my understanding), I offer to pull the two 4 tops together (which I am not a fan of doing, because it is kind of a smack in the face to the server)…Linda does not want “such a large table for a small party” and proceeds to push the highchair going in between these tables.  I offer another table in a room with a panoramic view of the outside…nope, not having it. I then offer a table in an area with the same view she would get in the room she is demanding, only there isn’t a table next to it, and the highchair could sit in harmony.  Linda is not happy.  Go figure.

Linda grabs a manager’s card, asks my name, calls me a “fucking ridiculous asshole” and makes her way out the door of the restaurant dragging her 2 children…what a wonderful delight of a mother. 🙄

The point of my post is for a moment, I actually felt like an asshole, I had failed to make this woman happy…but, then I realized it was out of my hands.  I couldn’t go against company policy, I offered 3 to 4 other (better) options, I did everything at could to make her happy, but this woman had already made the decision that she was going to argue everything that was offered and I then made the choice to not take it personally…she was taking an obvious bad time she was going through out on me.  It’s easy to brush off, but I just wanted to share my story and to lend the advice:

Don’t let miserable pricks steal your joy. 

Until next time…

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Awkward Compliments

On today’s episode of #adventuresofcassiquinn, we’re going to share the story of how I was awkwardly approached in the less than five minutes I spent in Dunkin’ Donuts. 

So, I woke up slightly early (for me…it was 1 in the afternoon), to get the bags of sheets and plastic wrap from the bed my Puddin’ (the most amazing man I have ever met) helped me put together after helping me take my other one apart over the weekend…I decided to do an On-the-go order at my Dunkin’ Donuts because it is a pretty popular one and always has a long line.  Who doesn’t want to run on Dunkin’? Order is in, I’m a sweaty, probably smelly mess from moving the heavy bags and cardboard (down stairs at that)…in track pants and an oversized t-shirt. I run in, grab my just finished order, turn around to grab a straw, and I hear:

“Excuse me, can I ask you a question?”

Me: “Um, sure.” I only said yes because I live in a pretty high touristy area and people need directions a lot of the time…

“Is your butt fake?”

Me: “Um, excuse me?” 

"Your butt, is it fake?”

😒 “Nope. My butt is all natural.”

"Do you do anything to make it look like that?” 

"Not sure what you mean…looks like a normal butt to me. I’m pretty active, but no, I don’t do anything specific to make my butt look like this. Enjoy your Donuts and coffee.”

And, I left…as I was getting into my car, same person walks by and yells “It’s a great butt by the way.  Hope you weren’t offended.”  I just give a half hearted wave and smile.  People are weird. 

I am very awkward when  it comes to compliments, but what has happened in the world that people can’t just give a compliment?  Lately there is always something that goes along with it…

Until next time…

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Odd Things My Roommates Do...

Came home to the kitchen sink full of ice, I ask my roommate who is sitting on the couch what happened to it.

Roommate: "It expired."

Me: 🤔

Who is this kid? The little girl from Signs?

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Follow Your...Whatever you follow.

With NaNoWriMo upon us once again...this past year has flown by!  I can’t actually believe it’s time to spend my nights writing as much as I can to achieve a goal of 50,000 by the end of November again.

Yep, I said “again.”  For those who don’t know what NaNoWriMo is, it is short for National Novel Writing Month.  These amazing people have created a website/program dedicated to writers who want to push themselves to reach their goals.  I participated and “won” last year (meaning I hit that goal).  I even published a book.  Something that has been on my bucket list for years upon years, one of those things I never thought I would actually be able to cross off, but I did.  All thanks to NaNoWriMo.

This blog is a little more to the follow your dreams/goals/heart/stars...whatever you feel you chase to get those dreams achieved.

Write if you want to be a writer...no matter what it is, thoughts, ideas, short stories, poems, songs.  Just write.  Even if you think it sucks, don’t be afraid to have bad material, everyone does at some point.  I wrote I don’t know how many bombs before I was happy enough to actually go through with publishing a story.  Sing if you want to sing, anywhere you can.  Draw, color, dance, act, etc.  Just do it.  Go for it.  Don’t be afraid of failure.  It’s just a word, pick up and move on to the next opportunity, but never give up.

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Let’s Talk Names...

Names…

Hey you!  Welcome back, glad to see ya!

I want to talk names tonight…as in, why do parents hate their children and give them horrible names?!  I understand we can’t really control our last names, but how about we not bestow upon our children something that will haunt them forever…or if they get married and take on their spouse’s last name. *Geez, the amount of times the word name was said in that last paragraph*

So, I am a hostess at a restaurant where we have a pretty high amount of people coming through the door every night…so, you can only imagine the doozies I have heard.  Now, let me say this…I really do try so very hard not to giggle my face off my face in front of the guests when they stand there so proud of their name, but sometimes…it’s difficult.  Let’s just get right down to it…

Scenario… There I was, standing at the host stand…looking all cute, petite, blonde (sorta), little in the middle, but I got much back, you know.  Me. Welcoming people, smiling, holding back tears because life is life and I contemplate where I went wrong every moment of my day…ahem…sorry, back on track…

In she walks…the woman who is about to make my night…the woman who is about to me hold in laughter to the point of almost dying…the woman who will make me laugh to the point of tears when she finally walks away.  A little taller than I, a little thicker than I…dark hair…you could compare her to maybe your Aunt or even a Grandmother (a young one, though).

In her cute…New York? accent… “I have a reservation.” Me: “Awesome, what is the name?” “Last name is Micucci, first name Sharon.” Let me explain, her name is pronounced My-Coochie. “Sharon Micucci?”  My 12 year old instincts start to kick in…It hurts to not laugh…so, with the biggest grin on my face, I check her in.  Now, she has to know that her name is somewhat of a thing.  So, she decides to explain how Italian it is, and how she just loves how Italian it is…while I’m trying not to pass out from lack of oxygen because I have pretty much had the air knocked out of me, but, I am an adult (sometimes) and I wasn’t going to make her feel bad.  I just say, “Yea…that is a very Italian name,” while thinking to myself  ‘Italian…THAT is what you want to mention?’

So, I check her in, have her wait to the side…off she goes…then it happens.  The host has to call the name.  “How do you say this?”  I look over, “Well…”  The look on her face was absolutely priceless…but, I decided that my job was more important than yelling “Micucci, party of 5 for Micucci!” in a room full of guests.

And, THAT is how I kept my job today.

Until next time!…

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Just a “Quick” Hello and Welcome!

So…here you are!  You have made it to my little old page…well, actually it’s a new page, but you know that saying…nevermind.

WELCOME!  I’m super glad that we have actually now started a relationship with each other.  I hear relationships are important.  I guess I agree with that, because it’s been said the human body and mind actually need relationships to function properly.  I’m not sure the connection there, but I read it on the internet, so it must be true.

If you haven’t gathered by now, I’m a bit on the quirky side.  It’s what most of my family and friends love about me…or hate about me…we’ll never know the truth to that, but I like it about myself because it’s who I am.

My name is Cassi, I am a born and raised Florida girl (shocking, I know, not too many of us left here in the Sunshine state)!  I was born in Brandon, just outside of Tampa.  A marvelous place, but about 10 or so years ago, I became a world traveler and moved to Orlando…ha, I grew up in a typical dysfunctional household…full of love and arguments.  I’m the middle of 3 girls, you have to expect some kind of tension and animosity, especially when we all sync up, if you get my drift.  No?  Well, moving on.

I have been in love with entertainment of all forms since I was little, singing, dancing, acting, comedy/tragedy, drama, action, musicals, get the girl, don’t get the girl, fight the bad guy, be the bad guy *breath* and so on…I have never lost that passion and now I actually tend to do writing, acting, voice acting, and am playing with the idea of getting into a little stand up comedy, if I can get my nerves to let me.

Well, enough about me for now…I guess we’ll get more acquainted as time goes on, and that’s also if you decide to come back, which I hope you do, I feel this could be an amazing life long friendship!  And, I mean, who doesn’t want to read the adventures of a slightly unstable, quirky, fun gal?!

Until next time…

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About Me...

Hmm...about me...these always get me to be honest.  I have never really been one to talk about myself, unless I am sitting in an interview, feeling awkward that I have to talk about...well, myself...

I was born and raised in the land of Florida.  I'm sure you've heard of it, and some of you have maybe even visited here.  It's a fun place, full of adventure and mystery, and lately, lots and lots of crazy people!  I was born in the little town of Brandon, and five years later, I ended up becoming a middle child (ugh!) of three girls no less.  I'm sure you can only imagine what life was like for me growing up...no one loved me, no one paid attention to me, and well just like every other middle child, I learned how to entertain and take care of myself (there's that word again) at a pretty young age.

I actually really appreciate my childhood, as dysfunctional as it was.  I mean, I obviously know I was loved....sometimes...by my family and I had a good little group of friends, but I did feel a lot like a loner, and to this day, I still do.  But, that's okay.  It helped shaped me into the well rounded, well versed, educated, slightly unbalanced, funny, quirky, sarcastic, villainous (yes...I'm using this word) gal that I am today.  As you read the blogs of my life and my crazy adventures, you'll get the picture.

I hope you enjoy!