2 weeks of Easter

I haven't cared to celebrate Easter since I was told I wasn't allowed to participate in those egg hunts for 13 and under, which was when I was about 16. What can I say? There's perks to looking young and one of them was my favorite holiday activity. We seriously need an adult version, get it together! While scouring Craigslist I see an ad to be the Easter bunny for a couple weeks and jumped on it. Having to stand there in a costume hugging kids for a couple hours a day and get paid? Sounds pretty sweet. When I got to the interview she liked me so much she offered to make me assistant manager (I couldn't get manager because I didn't have a car). I was stoked because this would be almost a real job and look amazing on a resume.For the most part the job was easy enough, learned on the spot, and the parents were fairly nice albeit a little too anal about how their child's picture with the Easter bunny is going to look. The suit was hot and sweaty, the mall was outdoors and hot enough it melted our keyboard. Twice. The part I hated was they didn't offer overtime. For the days I worked over 8 hours they transferred the extra to other days and I couldn't work over 40 in the week. The last day was also the first day of a pay period so I didn't have these restrictions. I got there before anyone else and a few hours in our district manager showed up saying she wanted me at her mall since she was short staffed. She promised at the end we would throw everything in the storage to deal with tomorrow, then give me a ride home. She had also praised her team so much, when we got there her team was so whiny and rude I couldn't believe it. We closed an hour later than we were supposed to and she decided she wanted to box up everything right there. I almost passed out a couple times but persevered through an almost 17 hour shift. I laid in bed for 2 days which is why it took me so long finally crawl out from my blankets and write this. That and the fact that I went back and forth on whether or not I should. Mostly because God forbid anyone at the company sees this and gets mad when they're still holding my paychecks. On the plus side we made enough to get the bonus, which means I get about 19 extra dollars altogether.Happy Easter everyone!

A Review Goes Awry

So I had my first official blog post all picked out and was STOKED for it. My girls Dorothy Wang and Morgan Stewart threw a Spring Break party here in Vegas. They are the stars in one of my favorite shows Rich Kids Of Beverly Hills, which airs on E! I was going to write an amazing review of the party and maybe even speak with them, since Morgan is the reason I was inspired to finally start the adventure that is this blog. I called my friend Jayde, who promised she could get us in and the fun would start as soon as I was off work. Alas, I'm the kind of girl who never has my plans go right, my life could be a boring sitcom on TV Land. Our trip started off by going to whole foods to pick up the fixings for dinner compliments of her bf. We then went to his place and chilled by the pool, drinking chai with liqueur and taking selfies. After having an amazing burger and watching them hack apart a fish that I'm sure tasted delicious if I could stomach seafood. I was in high spirits as we picked out our outfits and headed to my place to get ready. But the second we entered my tiny apartment with no AC, Jayde was passed out on my couch bed (yes, I have a couch bed). I assumed she was still a little drunk and would be fine after a little nap, and proceeded to get ready. I soon realized this was not intoxication, it was from the heat and there's no way she was going to make it. Especially not to a club filled with warm bodies dancing. So while I didn't get to go to the party, my day actually went better than I thought. I have this tendency where if I make plans that are too good, I never believe it will happen until I'm there. So I at least half believed I would be stuck at work all day and come home to watch tv. I still got to lay by the pool, eat amazing food with good company which was worth it in my book. I was pretty bummed watching the Instagram pics and snaps of the night I missed, but I'll see you next time Morgan Stewart and Dorothy Wang. You know you can't stay away from Vegas! 

About Me

So this is my first official blog post, of course it has to be about me! Too bad I'm not sure what to say. I've wanted to start this blog for years now and recently found  some inspiration to say fuck it and begin. I guess I'll start by telling you my name is Rachel. My favorite colors are purple and teal, I like yoga and video games (nothing 1st person), and am a Pisces. I traveled all over the United States as a kid but if someone asks me where I'm from I say LA. It was the 1st place I lived away from my family and I feel once you're an adult that's kind of where you start over and become a real person. I live in Vegas for now but hopefully not for too much longer, the summers here kill me. After this I'm going international baby! I cannot wait to travel the world with my man by my side. So what can I say about myself? I'm a 5'3 white girl just trying to make her way in a city of scams. But I love my life no matter how much I complain because I am the one who shaped it into what it is. So I can either be proud or shamed of it, I guess you could say it's a little of both. I'll be making my first good post very soon, so stick around!

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