Funny News

There were two really giggletastic things in the news today.

As Gawker cleverly posts in "Badvertising", this Japanese fiasco hit the stores this holidays.

And there was this clownball.

Published In Cosmo

Over a year ago I posted a story that may or may not have been true. Well if you turn to page 176 in this months Cosmopolitan, a new and improved (I guess) version of this story has found it's way. So proud of my friend!

AMAZING

This morning I was greeted with one of the best things ever. It's hard to make out but that white spot on the top of the Bull's head is actually a man's underwear. Now can you make out the man slouched over the Bull's neck? Um yea. Amazing.

Originally from Dealbreaker with the best caption, Anyone Missing An Intern, or so I thought, I found this gem on the Daily Intel. Gawker also had a good one. "That's Dow. He's down."

But apparently, updates from Kira say she got to the bottom of this. He is a DJ who literally went insane and thought he was a prince so we went by The Artist Formally Known As Prince. After a lot of therapy, he finally realized he wasn't. But he started to go by DJ Prance instead. I can't find anything on this so called person but her boss says its true.

UPDATE: The above story is not true. The identity of the man was found.

Sucks

Newlyweds get arrested: http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory?id=7142621

Stoners Will Be Stoners

Who is actually surprised to hear this news? Can you even call drugs found at a Phish Reunion concert NEWS?!

http://www.usatoday.com/life/music/news/2009-03-09-phish_N.htm

Just Another Day At The Office

I was having reservations for my event on Thursday night and sure enough, my intuitions ended up coming true. From the start it was a mess. No one was there and nothing was there. The alcohol, the DJ equipment, the people. Nothing. My brother and his friends were the first people to show up. One person, who we have known forever, showed up very messed up. I was nervous and knew it wouldn't end well but I'll get back to that later.

The room finally started to fill up and some of the alcohol arrived. But for an open bar, the 5 bottles of Patron was not really gunna cut it. I was outside doing the door though and people kept coming out drunker and drunker so I guess something was being done about it.

Now, imagine having a special event for yourself from 8-10 and at 8:15 you call your publicist saying you are still at home in NJ because you could not find a babysitter. Yes, that is actually what happened. I didn't know what he ended up doing with the kid but at 9:45 he finally got there.

Then the drunk one comes outside and stumbles over the velvet ropes taking them down with him as he falls to the ground for the first of many times. My coworker tells me to get him out of here. Duh. I decide to get him a cab. He spits at every cab that comes by so they keep driving away. My brother decides to go with him once we finally got a cab because there was no way he could make it to Penn station on his own. I was supposed to go inside and get his friends to meet him cuz he was drunk too and couldn't handle this asshole on his own.

I walk inside to find his friends and see that the mics are not working for the performance. I get Mike's friends, who decide to stay. I try to go help with the mic situation but my phone rang and it was my brother. I ran outside to hear him and he said they got 1 block before they got kicked out of the cab and Mark was crawling. I said to just leave him but he wouldn't. I said try to get another cab and call me back. 3 seconds later he calls me back and is freaking out. He said he called the ambulance cuz Marc fell and cracked his head open. I started running.

When I got there, my brother was shaken up and Marc was in the back of the ambulance with blood all over his face and foaming at the mouth. Lovely scene. As serious as it looked at first, the mood was kinda surreal cuz Marc was still blabbing stupid drunk things. My brother told me he also took 2 Xanex on an empty stomach and drank a ton of Patron. We got in the thing to drive to the ER. My first emergency ride wasn't for me!

My favorite quotes Marc said in between being unconscious and not.
"I guess this means I ruined all my chances with Becca."
"Officer, is this going to go on my record? I already have like 2 records. Maybe 3! Officer please."
"Stop the car! I have red cross!"

St. Vincents is ghetto. We didn't know how they were going to get him to the ER from the car and they explained that they get wheelchairs. Well there were none left! The guy had to carry Marc in. We went to the waiting room where a homeless man was waiting for a shower and complaining about the broken TV. Then we see Marc walking out to smoke a cig. Um, who let him out? We told the security guard that he was a patient and he ran out to get him. Marc told him he was in a fight and the other guy was the patient. We finally got him back in bed. Then his parents showed up which was weird cuz I haven't seen them since I was 13. Never would have thought this would be the circumstances for the reunion.

It was still fairly early when we got out of the ER but I sent my brother home and was only 3 blocks from the club so I went back to work. When I got there, everyone seemed to be outside. The guest of honor was saying bye to his dad and talking about going back in to get the ladies. One coworker was crying hysterical cuz her wallet got stolen. She left and 3 of us went back in to tackle the last performance of the night.

2 hours later, mission accomplished. So there were no gun shots like we thought but I did end up in the ER regardless. Wow.

GARY LAWSON OWES ME MONEY

I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. But sometimes, some people just suck.

I sold my football tickets to the Ohio State vs. Youngstown State game (season opener) for face value, to someone on Craigslist. I just didn't want the tickets to go to waste and I just wanted to make my money back. I didn't even ask him to pay me for the overnight shipping which was $20 and my lunch break.

He seemed to be sincere. At first he wanted to use Paypal, but thats just too advanced for me. We emailed back and forth the info and he called when he got the tickets to thank me and say the check was in the mail. A week later, no check. I emailed that I never got it and he called me back immediately. He was so thankful for the tickets and he sounded nervous that it didn't arrive and said he would immediately send another one and to resend my address so he 100% knows it. Fast forward 3 weeks now and I still never got it. I lost his phone number for a while, but emailed him a bunch. I found his phone number and he will not answer or call me back.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!?! It really makes me upset and sick that people treat people like this. I just keep kicking myself for this.

Anyways, if anyone knows a GARY LAWSON who lives on Hawthorne Drive in Cincinnati Ohio, please tell him I want my money and this is only the first of many steps I will take to get it. This is messed up and I am not happy. I will post a phone number and address shortly as well if $130 does not come in my direction shortly.

Oh what a blog/internet can do for you.

Happy Jew Year

My family has its problems. We've got divorces, rivalries, enemies, racists, drama queens, gays, homophobes, hippies, red necks, millionaires, crazies, and a whole lot more. Tonight, being the Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashanna, I went to my dads brothers house. The past two nights were with my mom.

My mom has been dating Phil on and off for about 4 years now, if not more. One of his sons is 18 and autistic. He and I don't really talk much when he is around but he is a nice kid. Anyways, we are eating dinner and hes in the TV area and we just hear the phone noise, like when you dial a wrong number. It keeps happening and Phil keeps telling him to put his phone away. Jordan keeps saying he isn't doing anything but I guess didn't realize we could hear the dial tones. So finally Phil had to take his phone back and explained to us that Jordan loves politics and his favorite people are Lou Dobbs and Larry King. He constantly calls them on the phone to talk. He thinks their numbers are 1-800-Lou-Dobbs and 1-800-Larry-King.

Tonight, surprisingly was tame for a Meyers shindig. The most drama was caused by my aunt's boyfriend. This man has caused so much stress in our family it blows my mind how he is still around. He is definitely on pills for sure, who knows if there are other things. But he is burnt out of his mind as well. He's rude, aggressive, and creepy. My cousin and aunt have the worst relationship because of him. People become hostile and uncomfortable when he is in a room. They just cant help it and he just doesn't give a shit. He is so immature that tonight, after a dinner of rude comments, he walks in on my aunt showing my other aunt photos online from her trip to the Andes and saw a photo flash that he didn't like of himself. He literally screeched 'fuck' and storms out of the house saying he will be int he car. He comes back in a minute later, complains to my 14 year old cousin who lives there and was watching TV that he cant watch the sports game, goes back into the computer room, yells a bit more at my aunt, and then storms out saying he was leaving and he left. Cool life. Apparently he isn't like this around anyone else but us. I find that hard to believe.

We were all discussing how there was really only one time he was in the right to throw a hissy fit but even then, the way he did it was crap. My dad lives on a block that is overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. Therefore, it is surrounded by canals. Canals that flood when there is a storm. Rewind to 2 Thanksgivings ago. Storming of coarse. I start to drive my moms little 2 door, close to the floor, Benz and see water in the street up ahead. I'm about 5 blocks from dads. I wasn't sure how deep or far the water went but the closer I drove to the flood, the worse it looked. Sure enough, the water flooded up to 4 blocks from my dads and very, very deep. I have never seen it so bad. Peoples front lawns were under water. There was no way to drive it. Considering the fact that I would have given my left arm to not attend this dinner, I turned around and started driving home. Dad called and threatened. I had to turn around and try cuz everyone else made it. I parked the car away from the water and began walking. Soaked through in .5 seconds from the rain. The water got deeper and deeper. I lifted my pants but my shoes were already done for, completely submerged. 2 blocks in, the pants were the least of my worries. I was literally boob high in water. Dirty LI water. I tried to stick closer to the houses but its very hard to walk on front lawns with shrubbery when u cant see that stuff. I tripped and fell multiple times. 1 block to my dads, I literally had to start swimming to my dads house. SWIMMING TO THE HOUSE! The house itself is kinda on a hill so it wasn't under water and I slowly made my way up there. Talk about being spiteful... Once inside, my dad had given everyone clothes. They made it before it got too bad but I was pissed. Not as pissed as whatshisface though. He couldn't even handle sitting there for more then an hour. He stormed out freaking out about his car getting swept away. I mean, I cant really blame him but don't come in the first place!

Girl Power

Pretend you are working at a philanthropy event in the evening. The party ends, you're a little buzzed and want to go out but no one else does. You go alone, to a hotel bar, knowing that you can pick up some lonely man. Said lonely man picks you up just as planned. Buys you the most expensive drinks on the menu. 40 something man then takes you in a cab, to go back to his place of coarse. Said 40 something man asks your age, and you lie, actually making yourself younger for kicks. Then about picking up condoms and you say there will be no need for those. He asks you if it bothers you if his son, who happens to actually be a year older then you (if he knew your real age), being home and awake will bother you. You say no and wonder if he's cute. You get to the apartment and make out. You confirm the son is in fact cuter then the father. You go to the bathroom for a breather. Things are spinning. After complete inspection of man's bathroom, you find curious feminine objects. Many things race through your head. The items are too personal and specific to be there for your benefit. No way they have them as a courtesy. As you leave the bathroom you feel like you have to know. You somehow get this inkling and ask, "Do you have a girlfriend?". "Yes". Your heart pumps faster and faster and you ask her name. Then you go back to the bathroom and rummage through your bag for a pen and paper. You quickly write this note, "Dear Shelly, you're boyfriend is cheating on you. This is the 20 year old he brought home. You need to know. <3 GirlPower!", and stick it into the lotion bottle hoping she will find it but beforehand you take a photo of it on your phone so you remember you did this in the morning. As you leave the bathroom you state that you are not feeling well and you have to go home and bolt out the door as he says bye to the fake name you gave him at the bar.

Heath Ledger as The Joker vs. He Who Shall Not Be Named

I avoided emailing my coworkers, I IM'd them this instead specifically so he couldn't stumble upon this one. Of coarse my coworker walked away with it on her screen and he walked in and saw it. "Oh look, someone is comparing me to Heath. Now I have a Holloween costume." WOW!

The It Family and a Badluck Becca Night

This clan is by far the coolest cats on the block and i'm not the only one who thinks so. I am in love with them as a whole family and have a huge crush on Mark now too. :) Saturday night I worked at the after party for the fashion show the other night and until the couple of the year showed up, they were amazing to the public and press.
I always said if I ever came face to face with LL again, I'd kick her in the shin to get back at her for kicking my best friend in the shin during a soccer game in 8th grade. It was a dirty move. But I restrained myself for this once in a lifetime opportunity, took a deep breathe, and simply told them where to find their family. Sam was greatful. The kicker was rude.
Anyway, as mean as they were to some people, celeb suprise show up Ms. Richie was so cute in person dancing away to Gwen Stefani's 'It's My Life' in front of her baby daddy. Still lover her. Pretty much exactly what I expected in person. Woohoo!
Side note: saw lots of braids in hair and it made me happy!


My whole day in general was carazay. I started uptown for the OSU game. Beers and wings for breakfast. Home to take a nap and then went into the tropical storm for work. Celeb sightings and such and then headed back to the exact place I started my day at. My coworker was bartending so I met up with more coworkers and thought I was ending my night off really well. But when I got in the cab, I realized I forgot my key. I know my roommate sleeps with her phone on silent but I figured the doorbell would wake her up. Well a half hour later of practically breaking my thumb on the bell and 23 missed calls, I tried some other people. No one except 1 friend picked up but he was on his way to the airport at 4 so that was no good. I called my coworker who was trashed but lives in Long Island City and she promised to stay up til I got there. She didnt. Thankfully she kept her door unlocked. She was sprawled across her bed so I huddled in a ball inthe corner of her bed and tried to sleep in my dress. Of coarse her alarm on her phone kept going off and her dog was biting me he whole time. I shut her phone off and got about 2 hours of sleep. FUN TIME!

Drunken Interns

Professionalism in my office/job kinda has a huge gray area. We go to parties, we drink to do business. But when does the drinking and partying go over the top? Most fellow publicists I know make the majority of their networking buddies and friends through a drink. This is a problem for me cuz of the whole, allergic to alcohol thing, so I have to be that much cooler when I'm out. Kinda hard for me to do. Lots of pressure. If other drinking coworkers are around, its not so bad. But when 2 drinks turn into 8 shots and you're slurring words, calling reporters by the wrong name, and screwing up interviews, I'd say it's crossing the line.

I don't know how other companies work. We claim to have a no drinking on the job policy but we all know that's not a realistic policy. One time, I was working and apologizing for my then superior who was climbing the DJ booth to try to get Michael Strahan's Superbowl winning ass for an interview and making a fool out of herself, and the reporter simply turned to me and said. "Hey, its all part of the job!" That's when I was perplexed. Was I being a stuck up goodytwoshoes and should I just accept this madness? Or was I correct on my instinct of this particular situation being messed up? (FYI she ended up getting fired cuz she was in fact an alcoholic that couldn't keep her shit together.)

Thankfully 'nightlife' reporters and such are generally laid back and alchys themselves so it's usually not so much of an issue. But come on! You're on the job! Why would you WANT to get that trashed when dealing with national tv interviews and crowds of nasty people and complaining clients? Maybe it's hard for me to understand cuz I don't get a satisfaction from drinking that most do. Or maybe I just need to relax? I defiantly will admit im bitter cuz I cant go grab a drink and let loose as easily with a reporter. But still. Fine if AFTER the job is done. But during? I dunno.

Two drunken intern stories (note to self, I have to figure out how to do 'jumps').
We were doing an opening for a club in Times Square. Madness ensued. Drink tickets were sparse and the club was chaotic. So many people showed up and it was packed. I was put in charge of the press table. No one listens to a little white girl. My drunk superior (yes again), got on a couch to fight with the beast of a women in a fur coat and pigtails who was either a door girl or a bouncer. She was trying to take away the table and we were not having it. When another bouncer came, I just walked away. Then I was told the intern, who was 25 and at not only his first event but this was also his first day on the job, was wasted, creepy and had been fired. 3 times by 3 different people in the office. And if I were to see him, I was to fire him as well. Well, I did bump into the drunk/creepy ex intern a little later and wow, this kid was a winner. Eyes rolling in the back of his head, horrible convulsions that he thought was dancing. I told him to leave and he asked me for more drink tickets. I told him to leave again and he got so creepy I just walked away because i'd rather go watch Snoop perform. (Which he did with his cameras for his show, Run, D-Nice and DJ Cassidy. Earlier in the night, I was standing next to his body guard who I named Precious, cuz thats what every 500 pound, 7 foot tall black man should be named. I was next to Snoop when Drop It Like Its Hot came on and poked him in the shoulder and said "Hey! Remember when you sang this?" He laughed and then we smoked and he did the snoopdance. ) Turns out the intern ended up getting fired approximately 12 times that night by 5 different people. We never heard from him again.

This past week, we had another new intern start. He had been here 1 day. The next night, he shows up to an event at a club with a crew of 5. Wasted. He was still let in, cuz tech he wasnt working. Runs straight to the press table and attempted to take the last bottle they had. He was dismissed and told to leave. Next thing my coworkers see, is this kid flailing on stage next to Lydia. This kid deserves a raise!

Pineapple Express

Thumbs Up, totally.

Best part of the movie actually happened before hand. We were in Walgreen's buying contraband for the show and this women in her 30s was roaming around in front of the line really confused. She finally realized we were in line and roams to the back of it. Then her friend walks over to us and shouts "Are you guys high too?!"

Mouths open in embarrassment. If I was high, I'd be bugging out at this point. But I wasn't. So I just giggled it off. Then the stoner lady comes back up to me and shes like, "Oh are you going to the movies?" I said yes. Then she was like, "Are you seeing Pineapple Express toooo???" I replied, "Yup." Then we left and when we got there, she flashed us a peace sign from her seat. Oh stoners.

Lunch Bandit

The other night I ordered Dominos. I didn't get to eat my Cinnastix so I brought them to work. In the box, wrapped in a shopping bag. Like, it takes effort to get into them. I went to eat them for lunch the next day and it was already half eaten! Last time, I had left turkey in the package so I could just make a sandwich here, and the turkey was gone. Again, not just a simple cookie missing. So I sent this email out, which still has yet to be responded to...

Hi group,

Today was the fifth time that I have gone into the fridge and my food has been tampered with. This time it wasn’t completely gone like other times but it was still contaminated enough that I didn’t feel like I could eat it. The fact that my lunch is packed up in bags and people still feel that they have the right to go through it and help themselves disturbs me. Not to mention the fact that I do not have enough money to make my lunch, bring it, see its missing, and then buy a second lunch. PLEASE STOP EATING MY FOOD.

Thanks.
Becca

UPDATE: Jasmin the housekeeper has confirmed that it was indeed the bossman.

Taxi Cab Confessions

I play this game with my friend whos a personal assistant to some big shot theatre producer. The game goes as follows: I IM him or he IMs me and then we each state what exactly we are doing at the moment and the person doing the more bizarre thing wins! Hes got some good ones but generally, I win. I'm gunna try to keep up with these stories as best I can because i'll need to look back somehow to remember.

So starting with Tuesday night:
We arrive at the dog fashion show a little early which is fine. Its finally time for the red carpet and the twin models we rep are telling us that there were no dogs for them. I'm still not sure what happened, nor is it the point of the story. All I know is that within seconds, im running down Broadway in Times Square with another coworker also in 5 inch heels and a dress, hailing down a cab because we have to go back to the office to get the pups. The cab driver yelled at us the entire time that he wasn't staying and wouldn't allow dogs in the cab. So we hopped out at the office and Coworker ran inside and I hailed another cab. This cab driver was all about the situation. He and I decided that one day, when we meet up again, we will write a book. He said we were so "fucking high strung, man" and needed to "lower the hyper energy level or he will crash" and that "we should just fucking chill cuz he will get us there no worries". We did get there just in time for the red carpet and then our boss texted my coworker stating she and another coworker saved the day. I wonder when he will realize im not an intern and know my actual name.

Life is like a box of chocolates...hot messy melted crushed ruined chocolates

We are in a heat wave. I love it. Except when you are already leaving work 15 minutes later then usual, its literally 95 degrees out, and you go into the gross subway to find an R train chillin and looking like its not going anywhere anytime soon. After 15 minutes of waiting, it was getting a little stuffy and people started approaching the conductor. She explained that an N train was stuck at Ditmars and no one could move til it was unstuck. Lets map this out. I am on 59th and 5th. Ditmars is the very last stop in Astoria. Happens to be where I am going but regardless, why couldnt other trains, including the R who really has not much to do with that line except in the city, as far as I understand it, just continue service up til Astoria Blvd, the stop before where the scene of the crime was going down? In any case, I am not a conductor nor a metro expert so, it is what it is.

The conductor didnt know when she would be moving the train again but didnt think it was anytime soon. This little blonde in front of me then shouts, "Who's going to 30th Ave in Astoria and wants to split a cab?" I figured, why not. Me, this little blonde, and another random lady get to the top of the stairs and little blonde sees a cab. She whistled and it pulled over. Dam this chic is my hero. We then proceeded to take hands down the most violent cab ride I have ever taken. We tried to talk to distract ourselves but puggle chat and job annoyances just would not cut it. We drove on the curb, ran red lights, hit 3 cars and a wall, tires screeched, people slided, it was horrible. I will admit, there are some times when I exhaggerate but this is the absolute truth. When we got to Cresent and 30th, both girls were like, this is far enough, and jumped out, each throwing me a $5. This amount would have been perfect if I was getting out a couple blocks up but I wasnt and I wasnt going to spend more then $5 on this cab ride nor stay in it a second longer alone. So I jumped out too. I then walked home from 30th. I wonder how far that actually is. Its really not a bad walk but in 95 degrees after the chaos that just ensued, it wasnt great either. I opted not to go to the gym after that. Glad I paid for a membership and havnt set foot in that place since.

While im on the subject of faulty subways...Every morning without fail I watch as downtown 6 trains whiz by and I wait my 10 minutes for my crowded ass 6 uptown to show up for one lousy stop. Today I counted 6 of them go by before I was pushed into my train. Its a horrible way to start a morning.

No one takes JDate seriously except JDate

So here is what happened with the JDate thing.

I automatically get signed into it on my computer and when I went to check it the other day, I was signed off. Thinking something was a little strange but putting what I thought was my password only to find it did not work. Perhaps I put in the wrong password, as I generally have 2 go to passwords I use on everything. I tried and tried and finally it was reported to customer service, or whatever. I requested several times to have my password sent to me but nothing came through in the email. I decided to send a general contact us things to their support because I found this to be odd. Why would this not be working?

The next morning I recieve an email from them stating:
Currently, I can't resolve this situation through email. You'll need to call our toll-free number 1-877-453-3861 and speak directly with a customer service representative. I hope we can help you with this soon!

Hmmm ok do I really care enough to call them? Not really but the curiosity was killing me. What could have possibly been blocking my account? If it was a glich, maybe they should know about it. I had nothing offensive on my profile, hell I barely even had a profile! I had talked to some crazy people recently. Maybe they reported me?

At 12:30 AM I finally caved. I really did not think they would pick up but they did. I explained that I could not log in and was not recieveing any info on passwords via email. He then said, oh well your account has actually been suspended, let me try to see why. After some very awkward silence, he then, in a very serious tone goes "Oh well I see here you had written in your about me section "I don't think I am ready to take this seriously but im bored so..." and we here at JDate take this site seriously so your account was suspened."

My reaction: Laughter.

He then said he could just delete what it said if I promised to change it. I obviously agreed but was still laughing so I did not feel that I could properly argue with him at the moment event though I wanted to explode. He fixed it and that was that. I am still in shock. Its like, im pretty freaking mad yet so amused.

Couple things...
1. What I mean by not taking it seriously is not paying for it yet/not willing to just meet every guy I talk to.
2. There are wayyyy more offensive profiles and people on this site you should probably be focusing on*. (examples below) If me simply stating that I am not sure if I am ready to take a dating website targeted to Jews seriously, then there should be practically no one deemed appropriate for this site based on what they have written.
3. Who do they think they are to judge people worthiness of their serious dating site based on not even a full sentance in a profile?
4. How much more are they actually monitoring? Are they reading everyones conversations?
5. It was embarassing and annoying enough to deal with my friends who are against this site and other internet dating sites and also dealing with the semi initial shame I feel for resorting to a site like this. Thank you for only showing me more of a sign that this was a bad idea. (Yet, im totally keeping my profile, if they let me.)

*Just from a simple search, this shows up...
I am looking for a:
She needs to be smokin hot and willin to wear provocative clothing because i like to show off my woman. She also can't talk when i am speaking and should recognize . . WHat did the 5 fingers say to the face SLAP !!!

My perfect first date:
Well when you come pick me up, we will sip bo wine. Then as the intoxication intestifies we will go for a mickies (40's) at the corner liquor store. Once we are finished drinking those in the parking lot i will go in and get jimmies (but i will won't, i like to gamble). Then we will go to the back seat for the best 30 seconds of your life and after that i will see you in 9 months.

Now I am going to write them a letter because I just feel like I have to. I am also going to pitch this to NY Mag and Time Out New York. It would be so funny if it turned into a whole, date this girl cuz she isnt allowed to join JDate things which is so not likely but a girl can dream.

After fighting with Hale and Hearty because they are awful...

To Whom It May Concern,

Thursday April 17, 2008, I took my daily walk to Starbucks for my work break. I go to the Starbucks on 66th and 3rd in Manhattan approximately four times a week in addition to the purchases I get through my coworkers that do pick ups as well. I have never had a problem with the employees or the drinks that they make. On this day though, it was a completely different situation.
I ordered a venti iced sweetened green tea and as the employee was making my drink, I was chatting with the women behind the register. I had just purchased lunch for my office so I was carrying a lot of bags, somehow balanced my drink in my hand, and ran out because my lunch break was ending and I was going to be late. About half way back to my office, I looked at my drink that I had been sipping because something was blocking the straw. I immediately saw the problem. There was a LARGE SCREW at the bottom of my cup!!!
I dropped off the lunches at my office and immediately returned back to the store in horror. In a very nice calm manner, I asked a barista to speak to a manager. In a confused voice, she called for a guy who was washing dishes with no proof of a manager in sight. Once he was finished, he approached me and asked how he could help me. I showed him what I found and he was shocked. He said “I am sorry, I will file an incidence report immediately.” Then started to turn away but then said to me, “Can I get you a new one?” I said “Um, yea?”, and then he took 10 minutes to make me this new drink.
Being in the state of shock that I was in, and being such a nice person, and I guess a pushover, I did not really think about what was going on in this situation until it was over. First off, I should have gotten my money back. Secondly, with your new policy kick on pleasing the customer, I think a last minute thought of replacing the drink after barely apologizing is not exactly acceptable either. I have been in stores before when something as simple as a customer not liking a drink had resulted in a couple of free coupons.
The fact is I love Starbucks, I have been a loyal customer, and still plan on helping to pay your salaries with my own. But I could not just sit here and allow this poor excuse for an apology go unnoticed. There was a SCREW IN MY DRINK! If it was any smaller…let’s not go into what could have happened. I think you can understand where I am coming from here and my rant is done.
I have enclosed photos for you to see how ridiculous this is. I’d like my $2.60back if not more. Thank you.
Best,
Becca Meyers



UPDATE: Recieved a timely apology letter and a $35 gift card.

My Dress

I recently purchased a dress for an event I had to attend. I have only worn this dress on two occasions. The first event was at yet another kick-off cocktail party. (It amazes me how all these "charities" have all this money to throw around for pre event cocktail kick off parties. All in the name of publicity.) So I'm standing near a window, with barely any room behind me and the wall. Next thing I know, there is a man whispering in my ear with a gay lisp, "I really like your dressss". When I turned around, this flamboyant guy just turns, smiles, and walks away. Creepy, yet funny to me of coarse. Hell, a compliment is a compliment. Later on I find out this guy is actually a fashion designer! I found this out because we ended up representing him at RCH.

A few weeks later, I find myself at another cocktail party that I'm still really not quite sure why it was going on. Chris and I walk to another gorgeous townhouse on the UES of another client. (Still no matter how many luxorious homes and places I go, I still get floored.) We were standing against the wall in a crevass, not saying a word to anyone, like a good publicist should do, and this women in a green satin dress looks me up and down and then says, "Oh my gawd! WHOOOOOO makes your dress?!" K, time out...THIS is by far one of the funniest moments in my life. So I start laughing and I am trying not to be rude but I was so taken back by the question. I've never been asked WHO makes any of my clothes before, let alone got this reaction, nor did I know what I was going to say. So I told the truth, still giggling at what was about to come out of my mouth. "Oh thank you! XOXO." To which her response was (and im pretty sure she wasnt really listening or really confused) "Oh my gosh, I'm out the door like right now to get it!".

FIRST of all, its 8pm. Second of all, K lady, see you at the back wall of the Macy's Junior Department!

When she walked away, Chris informed me that this chic was decked out in head to toe Marc Jacobs. EVEN BETTER! Later when I was telling my friend she came up with a much better answer that I wish I could have thought of. Who makes my dress? Oh probably some little mexican.

As much as I hate this pic of me, I had to have a pic of it somehow. (On the left. And those are my coworkers.)

Love thy neighbor my ass

Let me start with my story about how I got my moms car towed.

I came home from an overnight trip to Long Island and was in a bit of a tired daze. I had to go right to work at Rosa so I parked the car and went on to the train. I get out of the subway and I have a voicemail from my mom asking where the car key was because my brother saw that I parked in the wrong spot. I obviously had it on me so there was nothing that could be done. My brother wrote a note for the person to see, and it said "Sorry, be back at 7. If needed, park in 330." At 7:30 im in work but I get about 3 missed calls from my brother and my mom and 2 voicemails and then I get a text. Its from my mom and it says, "The car isn't here, it got towed!". I run to the bathroom to call her. She was so upset she didnt even want to talk. The voicemail from my brother was pretty harsh. I try to forget about it till I get home at 2am. I talk to my mom and get the information and will deal with it Friday AFTER my job interview.

The next day I go to my interview in the city. It's always great to wake up early, spend 40 plus minutes getting to the city, interviewing for 5, and then spending more time going home, especially when you have something like a towed car to deal with. I stopped at the office to see if I could get some info out of them because this whole situation is making me furious. We live in a private community, gated parking lot where there was a note on the car and it was 3 spots over, there is no reason someoen should get towed out of their own parking lot like that. When I get to the office the new chic tells me she did it. I was clearly mad and she could tell. I just dont understand how this happens. We are paying for a service in this building where if a situation like this does occur, it can be attempted to be handled first before taking action like a tow truck! What she informed me about made me even more enfuriated. She tells me the women came home at 6:30. Saw the note, did not care. She insisted on calling to get the car removed. The office tried calling our apt but no one picked up (obviously!) and since this is her spot, she can do what she wants. I asked that since the note said 7, and it was already 6:30, I dont know why someone in the office did not suggest she wait and possibly just park the 3 spots over and see if it gets moved. They said she wasnt hearing of it, she assumed the note was some kind of sick joke. She was very pissed becuase people park in her spot all the time and then they suggested it was me which made me more pissed. She then tells me I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I said, well what time did the tow truck come? She said 7:10. I said, my mother got home and called at 7:25. This is bullshit. She apologized and said she will explain the situation to the women. THANKS! Then she was like, did you get your car back? I said no, I had to go get it and teared up so I was like, this is rediculous and left. I AM SO MAD! What kind of "neighbor" does that to someone?!? I've really been trying to apply my whole being nice to everyone thing but its very hard when other people are just so evil. I cant even fully express my anger at this situation.

I turn around and I took the train again to Harrison. Refused to pay for the train ticket. Go to the ATM, get the car. All's well I guess. I pull in at home and there is a car parked in my spot! The irony! As im stampeding back to the office, I call my brother just cuz I had this feeling he may know who was parked there and sure enough his friend was over and it was his. My brother for some reason didnt even think that maybe this would not be a great idea. Wow just add to the stress.

I would like to just move on from this but its awkward and hard to forget about it when the car of this women is parked right in front of the door to exit. So every time I leave the apartment I have to look at it and it reminds me what a cunt this person is and how hard I have to try not to key her shitty car!