What Makes Sense And What Doesn't. Listening: There's a lot of things that we all want, but just one thing that we don't have enough of.
Idiots surround me at work. I just learned today that two people that I previously didn't think were idiots were idiots. A little bit of background: This week, I'm two people down. SCUBA and FOP are both out. They're on vacation or whatever. So it's me and two other guys in my group. Today, one of the guys in my group decided that he was stupid and SCUBAs two bosses decided that they were going to pass the buck onto me knowing full well that I was two down. Fuckers. Do I have to hold everyone's hand and tell them what makes sense and what is just plain dumb? Sometimes I think that that is exactly what I have to do.
In other news at work, the cute new girl has turned in her two weeks notice and will be leaving a week from Friday. Crazy, huh? That sucks. I really thought she was good people and that she would be one of the few people at work that I could talk with and chill with. I was asked today if I was going to attend the department's holiday party and I basically told the person who asked me to go away and that I had better things to do with my time. Okay, I didn't really say it like that, but I did say something the effect of, "I think I have some more important things to do..." like having a root canal or a frontal lobotomy. Booch got into med school. I would let her do a frontal lobotomy on me even before she accepts the offer of med school before I go to the department's holiday party. I think that the frontal lobotomy might do less mental damage than going to the holiday party. But the cute new girl is leaving, and I'll be sad to see her go, not only because she was nice and friendly, but also because she was a source of eye candy with a brain attached to it. At my workplace, it's hard to come by.
During my lunch break, Japanaphile came into town and we got some falafel at the Falafel King. God damn is that place great. I also went to Barnes & Noble to pick up The Worst Case Scenario's Guide To Parenting for Boo. She'll be having her baby on the tenth. Her last day of work is tomorrow. It will be a boy. It's amazing how much they know about this kid. Most people know the sex, the direction the baby is pointed and the general date when they should have the kid. Boo knows everything, because they wanted to know the sex and they found out that he's turned the wrong way, hence needing a C-Section, which it to be performed promptly on December tenth. I went up to her cube to give her the gift and she was so pretty and round. She's so cute. A tiny little woman with a huge round baby belly. Aww, I love it. It makes me want to hug her from behind and say in her ear, "Awwww.... someone's gonna be a mommy!" Okay, maybe not say that, but at least say, "Awwwww... So cute!"
After I finished work at the life sucking corporation, I went to the Crate & Barrel to work. My shift was supposed to be from four thirty to ten or until closing, but due to the fact that I missed a lot of training on Sunday, I was training most of today. Training began at half past five, so I went and helped the sales people stock. I met the head of the gourmet department. He is a nice guy. Apparently, he made a comment to one of the other managers that he thought I knew a lot about the product and also that he thought that I wanted his department. I was amused. I think he's gonna keep me in his department as much as possible. I was psyched.
Training itself was easy. I was with one other trainee who has a pretty good sense of humor and a pretty laid back manager. I got to know two of the regular sales people pretty well. Both were, as I call them, "hot librarians." You know, the type of girls who are extremely cute with kind of cool glasses and a real intelligence about them. One of them is a law school student and I haven't figured out much about the other one. They were both wikkid nice. I can tell that I'm going to get to like working at Crate & Barrel. I think the only thing that might get tiresome is being on my feet for so long. I sit all day. I'll stand all night. Complete polar opposites.
So, I got home at about nine thirty and just chilled for the rest of the evening. And that's where I am now. I need to go to sleep now. I'm tired as hell. Until tomorrow.
Tired. Worn Out. Proxy Mommy. Listening: I am human and I need to be loved.
I guess it's been a minute since my last posting. Sorry about that. I've been working my ass off and by the time I get around to thinking about blogging, I'm tapped out and I can't bring myself to write more than a sentence. So, I guess I'll catch you up on the skinny.
So, I went to my grandparents place to take my grandmother to Mass General Hospital. We went to her primary care physician who didn't instill me with much faith. He was kind of impatient and kind of a jerk, I thought. I don't think his speech impediment helped the matter anyway. He ended up sending my grandmother to the emergency room to put some fluids in her. That really seemed to be the primary problem. The dehydration that she was experiencing due to being sick and vomiting a great deal put a strain on her kidneys and on her heart as well.
I ended up being at MGH from about one in the evening until around seven when I came home to cook dinner with friends that I had scheduled days in advance. It was a dinner of a fantastic salad of greens, feta and spiced pecans, a cucumber salad, edamame, rice, and fatty tuna steaks. It was yummy as hell. At around nine, I got a call from my mother asking me to go and get my grandfather a rice plate and bring it to him at MGH. I was lucky that The Violent One was buzzing out to go to a party. She, being one of my friends who is one of my saving graces, drove me to get the food and then drove me to MGH.
At that time, there wasn't any room anywhere in the hospital, so she stayed in the trauma section of the hospital sucking fluids through her arm. I later found out that they didn't move her to another room until around three in the morning. My grandfather stayed with her all night and helped move her to the room in the step-down unit.
Saturday morning, I got my ass up early and went back to MGH to relieve my grandfather. He went home to clean up and to get some rest while I just chilled at the hospital from nine in the morning until about seven. There was a lot of reading, a bit of talking on the phone and just hanging out. I think it might have been easier if my grandmother and I could communicate better. Anyways, at seven, my grandfather relieved me and I went home to rest for an hour before going to a party at Anti-Scott's place.
Ye-ah and Stringbean were there, along with a number of rather awkward women. It was very very very strange. I was tired from the stint at the hospital and I had barely eaten anything. Luckily, there was quite a bit of food there and I had myself a beer and a mug of apple alcohol, much like the stuff that I had when The Violent One, Stringbean and I went to go visit Ye-ah up in Morioka, Japan.
At about half past ten, The Violent One showed up with Japanaphile and she took me to pick up and drop off my grandfather from the hospital to his apartment. I had a choice of whether I wanted to go back to the party or whether I wanted to go home and I chose to go home. I was exhausted. I wasn't exhausted to the point where I wanted to go to sleep, but I really didn't want to deal with anyone. I just wanted to relax. I got a call from my 'rents and I called Totoro and Glare. I tried to call OC Girl, but she didn't answer her cell. I would have called her at her home number but I'm not much on family land lines since I know that they belong to people other than the people that I want to talk to. I passed out Saturday night sometime around midnight.
Sunday, I, again, woke up early and went with my grandfather to MGH. I had gotten an okay to skip out on work at Crate & Barrel the day before so they weren't expecting me until later. I spoke with a few doctors and took notes for my mother. I was there from nine until about eleven.
I got to work at eleven fifteeen and by that time, the register training was over. I did some stockroom training and that's pretty much it. I'm going to be making up the register training tomorrow.
The rest of the afternoon consisted of grocery shopping and making mixes for holiday gifts. A lot of my mixes are already over an hour and I haven;t even dipped into my CD collection yet. I'm going to have to a lot of thinking about structure and I'll have to slim it all down. I'm really looking for great things to come out of my seduction mix and out of my spooning mix.
Today was my first day back at work in a week. SCUBA was out. FOP was out. It was just me and the two jokers. I had to train one of them on some of the stuff that he has been sitting with FOP on. Overall, it wasn't that stressful of a day.
I did, however, leave early to be there for when the doctor explained to my grandmother that she might have a tumor on her adrenal gland. It was a lot less "wigged out" than I expected. She took it rather well. I think it was because it was prefaced by the idea that we still don't know anything and that we have to learn more before we can come to any conclusions and formulate any courses of action.
I got home at around six thirty and passed out on the couch until around eight when I started dinner. Ye-ah came over with some of the stuff his job gave him, such as squash, onions, a frozen turkey and such. So he ate with us. It was chicken and broccoli over rice. It was a chill night. Now, I need to go to sleep. I'm getting a new cell tomorrow, because the one I have kabusted. The arm on the hinge broke and Sprint wouldn't give me a deal on a new phone. So, I'm taking my business to T-Mobile. I have more faith in them than I have in AT&T. Plus, I found out that I could get one of the Siemens phones if I wanted to. It would cost me two bills, but I could get it. I figure I'll get the Samsung that's free with a rebate, and if any of the Siemens drop in price I'll buy it then. Anyways, until tomorrow.
Why Can't People Just Be Straight Up? Listening: All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put our to hearts back together again.
Yesterday was the same as the days before. We got up late, left the house at one and had lunch with The Violent One. By the time that lunch was over, there wasn't really enough time to go out and do any of the other stuff that we thought that we were going to go out and do. So, we just came back to the apartment and watched Better Luck Tomorrow.
Before I went to work, I got a call saying that I'll have to go to the hospital today because my grandmother has the stomach flu and hasn't been able to keep anything down. The thing is that when my mother called, she wouldn't cut to the chase. She knew that I was on my way to work. But still, she was all meandering when she was telling me what she needed me to do.
That's the thing. A lot of people don't cut to the chase and say what really needs to be done. "Your grandmother is sick." "Which grandmother?" "Your grandmother fell down on the way to the bathroom." "What do you need me to do?" "She can't keep any food down." "WHAT DO YOU NEED ME TO DO?" I hate that shit. It's a directness thing that I don't think that most of the world is clued in on. When you are asked a question, you should get a direct answer, right? I don't see enough of that going around.
At lunch yesterday, The Violent One, Japanaphile and I were having a dicussion over asking a host versus stating something. I think that this also ties into the time when Stringbean asked me if she could go out on a date while she was staying with me. My whole opinion, for when my friends come over is that they shouldn't ask me, they should just let me know. I think Japanaphile did the same thing, by asking if he could leave for New York the week after Thanksgiving. What am I going to do? Say No? Hellz no. Just freaking let me know what your plans are and be done with it. You're a person with free will and such. You don't need my okay. You should just do what you need to do. I find that all very annoying too. There was the issue of softening something by stating something in the form of a question. I figure, if it's not really a question, then perhaps it shouldn't be asked like a question. I can understand asking a question like, "Hey, do you have time to do this?" But not a, "do you mind if I...?" if you're gonna do it anyways.
So I have to go to my grandparents' place now. And that's all there is to say right now.
What'd You Do? Nuthin. Listening: Now the lights are going out along the boulevard.
So, That's pretty much it. I haven't done too much these past few days. There's been a lot of lounging around the house, much more that usual. Since I got the apartment, I've been spending most of my nights in and my days, of course, at work. This week, I've been spending my days at home, and Tuesday, as well as tonite, I'll be going to work. I guess I've felt a little less productive than usual and I haven't really motivated to do anything. I'm sure I could have worked on my mixes or I could have started a project of some sort, but I haven't. I have, though, watched three episodes of Dawson's Creek in the past two days, and have listened to a shitload of music.
Yesterday, I was a bit productive on the search for new cell service. Japanaphile and I went to the AT&T store as well as the T-Mobile store. I got a good look at the new Siemens phone that has a slider. It's hot as hell. I love that phone. I also got a look at a new Samsung phone at T-Mobile. The plans and coverage at T-Mobile looks better than the AT&T GSM stuff, but the phones are cooler at AT&T. The Samsung is nice and light and small, but it's not as nice and light and small as the Siemens phones offered by AT&T. I have a feeling that T-Mobile will win out over AT&T though. I don't know why, but I just get the feeling that I'd get shafted on the plans with AT&T. I definitely know that I want to leave Sprint. Verizon is like the evil empire and Nextel is like the bastard red-headed step-child that no one really likes to talk about. So it's AT&T or T-Mobile. And how can you really argue with Catherine Zeta Jones?
I don't really think anything is going to get done today. I don't think Japanaphile and I motvate quick enough and there are just time constraints on everything, whether it be when we're meeting other people or when I have to be at Crate & Barrel.
Speaking of Crate & Barrel, I really hope that the training today will be more engaging. Engaging is good. I hope I can strike up a conversation with someone. I'm sure I will be able to.
Hungry. Need lunch. Waiting on The Violent One. By the time lunch is over, it'll be three o'clock. That doesn't leave much time for anything else. What do you do with a stray hour? Nuthin.
I'm A Token, But Not For A Video Game Listening: You've got a fast car. I've got a ticket to anywhere.
Yesterday was, on the whole a pretty lazy day. Woke up at nine, made a breakfast of swiss and pepper jack cheese omelettes, bacon and coffee. Chilled about the house until around two or so. Went to the Galleria to develop some of Japanaphile's pictures and to shop for a winter coat for him.
At a quarter past five, I left the apartment to go to my first traning session at Crate & Barrel. That was kind of amusing. I was one of three guys. Only two of us were to be on the sales floor. The other guy was Asian, but was a stockroom guy. So I was the quota Asian male on the floor to get some color, some United Colors Of Bennetton kind of feel. All of the other part time sales people are white women. One works at State Street, one is funny, and two are cute. That's how the numbers break down. There are some rather interesting people who already work there. There are a number of law school students and such. I would say that some of them are downright bougie. Not obnoxiously so, but it's there. It looks like it could be a good time working at Crate & Barrel. I hope it will be. Right now I have training on Thursday from six to eight thirty, Sunday from nine in the morning to one in the afternoon, Tuesday from four thirty to closing and then on saturday from two to closing. Yeah... I dunno how I got snagged with those closing hours.
After that I came home and made myself gyoza and edemame for dinner while I watched 24, The Real World and The Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. It was all really interesting.
So, that was my day and night. It's almost noon, and looks like we're not gonna get out of the house anytime soon. We have no real objective at all today. Soooo, that's all.
I'll Crate Your Barrel. Listening: Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engine.
It was raining yesterday. I really wanted to go out and get some groceries, but I ended up waiting until the rain stopped at a quarter to four. The majority of the day was spent IMing with Harley and cleaning my apartment. I did a fair share of downloading as well. I downloaded the new version of Quicktime and iCal, but for some reason they seem to be fucking with my Safari browser. It keeps asking me if I want to autofill some forms and I would prefer not to, so I have to keep hitting the "Deny" button. I am so not a computer person. I know how to hack into places a bit, but figuring out what's conflicting with what eludes me. I'm putting up with it anyways. Grrr.
Japanaphile came in earlier than expected. His flight was due in at seven and arrived more than fifteen minutes early. I walked into the baggage claim and there he was. He ahd a spindly Fu Manchu goatee. It was funny as hell. I laughed my ass off right then and there. From the airport, The Violent One, Japanaphile and I went to Trader Joes to find some food, but ended up just getting random stuff and ordering pizza when we got back to my place. Ye-ah came over after work and we just chilled for a bit.
Today, I made omelettes, bacon and coffee for breakfast. It was yummy as hell. I think we're gonna do some walking today and tonite I have my first training session at Crate & Barrel. It's gonna be fun. Oh well, time to go.
Mixing Alcohol Is Baaaaaaaad Listening: Vacation's all I've ever wanted.
In our last episode, I had eaten the fish that melted in my mouth and I was ready to go get a dresser, which turned out to be an armoire. The armoire was slippery as hell and I could barely get a grip on the thing up and down the stairs. It was myself and Carpenter moving it for The Violent One.
After that, Carpenter came to my place to cut some slats for my bed, so I if I wanted to do the bedroom bounce, I wouldn't break my bed. It's an important thing, not that 'm getting any, but I'd like to have the option. I also lent him the monitor for my old Mac, because his shit the bed. I don't know for sure that it'll work, but since he hasn't called me, I'm assuming that it is working.
When Carpenter and I got finished sawing the slats, I had an hour to hang out and clean my apartment a bit before I had to meet The Violent One and Ye-ah to do some shopping. Ye-ah needed something at Home Depot, The Violent One needed something at Best Buy, and I needed some stuff at Target that I couldn't carry by myself. Having friends with cars is good. So, we spent the afternoon shopping. I came away with under-bed storage bins, some new Ziplock storage containers, a HUGE thing of laundry detergent and some paper towels. After we went shopping out in Watertown, we went to Trader Joe's on Memorial Drive. I picked up some stuff for the party at Blondie's place last night and some other assorted things. I also went to MicroCenter across the parking lot and bought a neoprene laptop case. I know I can't really afford it, but I bought it because I'm never over there and I know I want it. It'll make it so I can carry my laptop in my record bag and have it protected. That way, no one realizes that I'm carrying a laptop.
In the time between shopping and going to Blondie's party, I crashed out on my couch. I was just exhausted as hell. I think it could have had to do with the fact that The Violent One dragged my ass out of bed at eight in the frikkin' morning to move this armoire.
So, Blondie had a black tie affair party at his place in JP last night. I made baked brie with almonds and honey. It went over EXTREMELY well. There were a number of dragon boat people there and I did a bit of recruiting for the balls to the walls team. Sassy, Hulk, Harley, and Mr. EBay were there. The Violent One gave me and a girl from her acting collaborative a ride there. It was a good party. I drank some really loaded gin and tonics, and decided that it would be a good idea to mix it with the mulled red wine concoction that Blondie made. What it was was mulled red wine, then there was a giant cone of sugar suspended above the mulled wine over which 151 proof rum was poured over and lit. It was... spectacular? fantastic? amazing? I mean just the spectacle of it was great. Anyways, two gins with a splash of tonic and two mugs of the mulled wine mixed with my bowl of soup and crackers for dinner got me lit in a hurry. Slurred speech, goofiness, it all came out.
Now, I was supposed to go to a friend's birthday party after I went to that party, but I knew I was too lit. I could feel it. The mixing, rumbly in my tumbly, was beginning. So, at midnight, when The Violent One and her friend decided that they wanted to leave, I caught a ride from them and went home instead of to this other party. I knew it was a good move. So, I came home, pulled the trigger and passed out on my futon. Yeah, I wasn't feeling so good. I've never had 151 proof rum before, but I was under the impression that it would have all burned off. I think I was wrong, because four drinks never does that to me. I haven't felt that crappy in a long ass time.
When I woke up this morning, I looked around and noticed that I was on the futon. It took me a couple of seconds to recall the events of last night after I stepped into my apartment. Also, when I woke up, I felt like crap. I mean ass. It wasn't a "still rumbly in the tumbly" feeling, but it was a run ragged feeling. So I decided I was going take it easy today. I chilled out, watched TV, listened to music, cruised the net and napped a bit. It was a nice day. I had a lot of time to think.
One of the things I was thinking about was the fact that Japanaphile will be back in Boston tomorrow, and I have no money. None. I won't be able to go out and show him a time like I did last time. I'm pretty much stuck at home now. I know that if I go out, I'm gonna spend money. I don't want to spend it. I don't know if I'll be a good host, because I can't take him out to check out the scene and whatever. I dunno. It kind of upsets me. I think I'll be doing a lot of research on how to cook Thanksgiving dinner though.
Anyways, it's getting a little late and I want to shut down sometime soon. Tomorrow... Vacation from work for the week. Cleaning the apartment. Chillin'. Working on a resume and cover letter. Hopefully it'll be a productive day. Japanaphile comes in at six. Yay!
Melts In Your Mouth Not In Your... Listening: If you feel like giving me a lifetime of devotion, I second that emotion.
Well, after a very drab, boring day at the office, I had a most satisfying evening. The day at the office started with me sans coffee. Yeah, last night when I came into the apartment, I forgot to set my coffee maker to have my morning friend waiting for me when I got out of the shower. I was a bit disappointed. I mean, if I don't have a girl waiting for me when I get out of the shower, throw me a frikkin bone. Gimmie a god damned cup of coffee. Okay, there was a girl waiting for me when I got out of the shower, but I sure as hell wasn't gonna git some booty from her.
Speaking of Stringbean, she went home today. I think a week to cool off is a good amount of time unless you hold grudges like I hold grudges. It was kind of cool having a visitor at my apartment for a while. I'll have another guest in a couple of days when Japanaphile comes back through town.
What made this evening great was dinner. While I was at work, I was IMing The Violent One after talking with SCUBA about fish. So I decided that I wanted fish for dinner. I asked The Violent One if she wanted in and she said yes. When I got home from work, I napped while waiting for The Violent One to show up, we went and bought some sashimi grade tuna on Cambridge Street from a guy who was very knowledgable. We bought .85 lbs of fantastic tuna. We then picked up some broccoli and some other things and we went back to my place to cook. Rice, stir fried broccoli and tuna seared with a black pepper and kosher salt crust was dinner. It was absolutely amazing. The fish melted in out mouths. I wanted to call up my father just to gloat. I knew that he would be jealous. We're definitely going to have to go back there when Japanaphile gets into town. We could have some sweet meals.
The rest of the night has been pretty chill. I've been watching some movies and shows that I have wanted to see and I have done some housework. I've downloaded many-a-song tonite as well.
Anyways, I have to go. My coffee is already set for tomorrow morning when I'm helping Carpenter move a dresser for The Violent One. I guess it's pretty heavy. I'm gonna have to pull my ass out of bed at like half past eight... in the frikkin morning. The things I do for my friends! Lots of stuff is happening this weekend. I'm sure you'll hear about it later.
A Short Post. Listening: I wish I was a little bit taller. I wish I was a baller. I wish I had a girl who looked good. I would call her.
Doing this very quietly. Stringbean is asleep next to the computer. Just came home from dinner at Hulk's place. t was myself, Hulk, Harley, Fester, Paddleback and LSG. It was fun. Time to go.
Nap Nap Nap. Listening: I said put it in my mouth... in my muthafuckin mouth. You can eat me out...
Today went so slow. When I say slow, I mean really slow. You know how I was in the class yesterday? Well, a large batch of people were in class today. There wasn't even people around asking dumb questions. It just dragged and dragged and dragged.
Stringbean was already here when I got home. I was mildly surprised. I didn't expect anyone to be home. I came home with a half a soy sauce chicken and some bean sprouts for dinner. Surprisingly a bag of bean sprouts only cost me sixty five cents. I was shocked. I could live off of bean sprouts.
I was completely exhausted from lack of brain stimulation all day and attempted to take a nap. Unfortunately, people kept calling me. I got a call from Carpenter about cutting down some slats for my bed. I got a call from Booch about coming over to get her popcorn popper (which she forgot). And I got a call from a girl I e-mailed from craigslist who siad that she would do graphic design for free. I was psyched, because the dragon boat team needs better uniforms. Hot gear is essential.
Other than that the day was pretty drab and boring. So, dat's all I got to say about that.
Just Because It's A Short Day... Listening: I get so weak in the knees. I can hardly speak. I lose all control and something takes over me.
Doesn't mean that it's gonna be an easy day. It should have been an easy day. I worked from half past nine until two and I couldn't get anything done. I had a training class from ten until noon, I had lunch from noon thirty until one thirty, other than that, I couldn't get any of my people to give me any of the paperwork that I needed. It's like pulling teeth. If I even get stuff from from them, I have to give it back to them becauser they haven't done it properly or thoroughly. It's like they take no pride in their work. It sucks.
After work, I came home and watched the episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer called "Once More With Feeling." I downloaded it last night because I was talking about it but hadn't seen it all of the way through. It's thoroughly entertaining.
Following that was a nice little nap and a trip to the grocery store. Stringbean is still staying with me and Glare came over for dinner. I made meatloaf, garlic mashed potatoes, and green peas. Glare brought a cranberry apple pie and some ice cream from Christina's. The Violent One showed up later on in the evening.
A funny thing happened during dinner though. Stringbean asked me if it was okay if she went out on a date on Thursday. I'm not her dad! I was so surprised by this question that I was like, "WHAT?!?" I told her that she didn't need my permission to go out on a date, that she could leave a note on the fridge saying that she wouldn't be home for dinner on the same day and I would be fine with it. It was just really funny for me. I'm so not ready to be a dad. I don't need a teenage daughter yet. That's for sure.
Headaches, Heartaches, Pins And Needles Listening: You must take the "A" Train if you want to get to Harlem.
This weekend got pretty interesting. So when we left off, it was Friday night. Saturday, I did some grocery shopping and generally cleaned the apartment. I do a lot of that. I spend the greater part of my free time at home just chillin' out and cleaning. I listen to a lot of music and just make things to my liking.
Saturday night, cutie girl from work didn't call me up. I wasn't surprised. The Violent One came over for dinner and spent half the time going outside to my balcony to check out the lunar eclipse. After dinner, Ye-ah, Special K and Fester came over. Fester, Special K and I were slated to go to Soul Revival. Ye-ah came over for shits and giggles. So we drank a bit and chilled until Fester, Special K and I had to go to Soul Revival.
Soul Revival was really quite good this time around. The music at the beginning of the night was slammin'. They were playing a lot of good latin house. There was a samba band there and I had a lot of fun dancing. There were some questionable choices in tracks towards the end, but other than that it was fine. The girl that I went out on a date was there. We chatted a bit, but it was clear that nothing more was gonna happen between us. I don't think the chemistry was really there. It was fun and all.
Sunday, I woke up, made myself an omelette, some bacon, and fried up a leftover potato. It was soooo yummy. There realli isn't anything like making yourself a brekfast like that.
That afternoon, I had a meeting from hell. It was a coaches' meeting for dragon boat. I felt like I was trying to ice skate uphill most of the time though. I think I did get a few inches there though. Something that pissed me off was that Hulk got the final work on just about everything. I felt like Harley was proposing ideas that I knew Hulk wanted, making it look like they were in complete cahoots to me. And no one was really in favor of getting together a serious team besides me. I got there at one in the afternoon and left after five. I left with a headache too.
After the meeting, I got a call from Stringbean. It seems like she's been having issues and needs a place to cool off for a while, so I'm letting her stay at my place for the time being. Everyone needs a place where they can really unwind and I know what it's like living wth family after you've graduated college. It's like during those four years you realize how you want to live life and you realize what about your family you want to discard and what you want to keep. If the discard outweighs the keep, then it gets very difficult to live. This I know to be true. Sometimes you have to compromise, but there are just some situations where you can't. Or there are things that build up and you just need to leave and blow off steam before going back. Whatever it is, Stringbean is my friend and I would never turn away a friend if they needed something from me that I could provide.
Last night I was thinking about OC Girl a lot. I don't know why. I just got this feeling in my chest and I missed her. I think it was set off by a Victoria's Secret ad on TV that asked, "What Is Sexy?" and they showed all of these girls in lingerie. I thought to myself, "That's not sexy! Sexy is the meal that I had with OC Girl at the Craigie Street Bistrot. Sexy is the way we shared food. Sexy is sharing that food experience. Sexy is the intimacy that we shared talking that night. Sexy was her arm in mine." That's what sexy was to me when I was watching that commercial and what it was that night to me. It just made me miss her.
In other news, the strangest thing happened to me when I went to lay down to go to sleep last night. When I got comfortable, I had this feeling of pins and needles that started on the back of my legs and traveled all of the way up my torso to my neck. And It wasn't "Oh I'm numb" pins and needles. It was "This fuckin' hurts like a million pin pricks" pins and needles. It was very strange. I felt the same thing when I first got to work. It downright hurt and I had to keep myself from mouthing the word "ouch." It was that intense. I just wonder what it's from. Strange, huh? I thought so. I don't know what that's all about. I hope it doesn't happen too often though.
Today was a relatively easy day at work. I had no motivation to do anything. SCUBA was out. I didn't feel like hounding people for stuff that I would otherwise hound people for. It was just chilled out, like tomorrow's gonna be. Chilled out. I can come in an hour later too. That's gonna be awesome. I have a class tomorrow too. That's not gonna be awesome. With Barry White on the iTunes right now, it's time to bid you adeiu.
My Name Is ZEN!!! And I'm A Download-a-holic. Listening: If you want me to stay, I'll never leave.
Sorry that I didn't post yesterday. It was late and I was tired and I was determined to go to sleep before one in the morning. It happened last night. Thursday at work was pretty slow. The day dragged and I had no clue what I did all day long. I think twiddled my thumbs for a good hour, just because the three previous days were complete crap. I think I fill up my downtime at work looking at online personals and Friendster. The great thing is that there are some people who overlap my Friendster network and my boston.com personal ad. I find that amusing. There's one that's amazingly gorgeous, but I highly doubt that she's not finding what she's looking for. I mean if this girl is as hot up close and personal as she is in the pics, which look definitively non-fake, then she has to have men falling all over her.
Anyways, after work, I went to meet up with Fester, Palms, Dulcimer and some other dragon boat people for a free Guinness promotion that Fester heard about through some yahoo-group that he belongs to. I figure I'd register to go and I'd have a good ol' time. I have to say that it was a mad good time. There was free Guinness, free apps (wings, 'tato skins, fingers, mozzarella sticks, fried ravioli anda couple of other things. You know, back during my junior year at Colby, I would occasionally go to the pub with a couple of friends and would drink a couple pints of Guinness in the span of a couple of hours. Thursday night, I had four pints of Guinness in the space of two hours. I had no idea that the stomach could handle that much quantity. I mean, it would have been one thing had it been Heinekin. You'd just piss it out right away. Guinness, on the other hand, you need to digest. Your stomach has to chew that shit up and really break it down. Four is now my "Most Guinness In A Night" record.
At first was skeptical whem I heard of the group that was going. There were originally two girls on the list that I find to be the most vaccuous girls that I have ever met. I don't mean that they're anywhere close to the vapid nature of Jessica Simpson, but they're definitely on the road to the same town. Fortunately, only one showed up. Let me illustrate the braindead nature of this girl. She came to the GUINNESS promotional event where they're giving out free GUINNESS, people are drinking GUINNESS and there's GUINNESS parafanailia flying around everywhere. This girl doesn't drink. There were a limited number of people who were allowed into this event and she took one of those people's spots that wanted to get in, but couldn't. How dumb is that? Shit, man.
After downing four Guinnesses, well, three and a black & tan, and eating our fill of apps, we took our gift of a Guinness t-shirt and a ten dollar game card for Jillian's and went upstairs to play video games. We played a DDR, because I insisted that I was the worst DDR player in the history of the universe. I actually think that Cro-magnon Man would have a leg up on me playing that game. We played some Time Crisis II, because that remains my favorite arcade game.
After that, I came home and instinctively started downloading. I think it's a problem with me. I just can't stop downloading. It's song after song after song. One after another. I'll be searching for one when I'll remember another, so I'll go after the new one while the search engine is cranking on the old song. It's eight o'clock now and I've been home for three hours. I've taken a thirty minute nap, had a fifteen minute phone conversation with the girl I went out on a date with and I downloaded at least twenty songs. I downloaded the entire Joss Stone album (if you don't know who she is or haven't heard her music, I strongly urge you to either download her stuff or pick it up at Virgin where I saw it for eight dollars). Right now I'm downloading the theme song to Transformers and some remixes of Aqua songs. Aww, man... just started downloading some REO Speedwagon. Sheesh! What am I doing? But the songs are so good. It's all the stuff I would be ashamed to see in my CD bookshelf (not that I don't have some stuff like that already). How can you say no to Can't Fight This Feeling. I don't know.
Anyways, I'm in for the night. I have no money to spend. Between rent, paying off my computer, my student loans and my bills, the paycheck that I got today is all but gone. I'm going to spend my weekend money at Soul Revival tomorrow night. Cutie new girl (with the boyfriend) from work might come out and I'm gonna see the girl that I went out on a date with there as well. I'm having a bit of a pre-game at my place before all of my other friends and I go out, because I can't afford to drink out anymore. Plus, I have a fully stocked fridge of beer. Someone's gotta drink it. Okay, okay, if no one else drank it, I would. I do.
Few Weeks Away From Furnishing Listening: Oh I must be dreaming....
Today was another trying day at work. If ignorance is bliss, I must be working with some of the most blissful people. I'm beginning to make smartass remarks at work. I'm beginning to get a lot more persnickity than I used to. I feel like I'm carrying the team. I can't stop to show people how to do things, because if I stop to show them, it'll take more time away from my ever-building pile of bullshit work. I don't know how I got through the day today. I didn't IM anyone really. I was on IM with Glare for a bit, but that's pretty much it. I spent a half hour or so writing back to an e-mail that OC Girl sent me. Other than that, it was straight up work all day long. What's up with that? All this week it's been like that.
At around half past three, I got a phone call. It was Crate & Barrel. I got the job. I was pretty psyched. So I guess I know where I'm getting everyone's holiday gifts, no? It should be cool. I'm really looking forward to drooling over the kitchen supplies. I already know my first purchase from there will be a pepper mill. You always need fresh ground pepper. Yay, pepper! All holiday gifts will either be hand-made/hand-picked CD mixes or stuff from Crate & Barrel. See, I think there are definite qualities to each, and I could never really say which one has the upper hand. One is expensive and nice, the other is cheap but hand-crafted. It's a tough call. Which one do you think is niftier?
Tonite, Hulk came over for dinner and we talked business. Dragon boat business. You know, it's really nice not having to be nice. I like not having the filter that everyone else seems to have. I like being able to say, "Your ideas suck and they're gonna screw me over and screw over my plans so, screw you." Overall, we had a good discussion, because I keep business business and personal more personal. This shit that the team is pulling is interfering with my plans for next season. If I don't feel like I'm gonna get a good crack at acheiving something real, then I'll prolly walk.
Anyways, the bulk of my night revolved around laundry. I did so many loads that it's not even phunny. Right now I have a load in the washer, a load in the dryer, and one more load to wash. I'm gonna fold what I have now and go to sleep. I'll switch the laundry when I get up tomorrow morning and then I'll switch it again when I get home tomorrow evening. But I gotta end this now. It's two in the frikkin' morning and I have to be at work at eight in the morning. Why do I do this to myself?
Put On A Happy Face Listening: I can't go on. Everything I have is gone, stormy weather.
What a shit day. Today I got my ass kicked, put back on, kicked again, handed to me, beaten, battered and bruised. Today was the second day of month ends. This means that reports need to be done and information needs to be given to clients. People need to be billed and people need to claim responsibility for things. It seems like I'm one of the only people on my team who knows what's going on. I know how to get things done. I know how to research things. There were at least five times where I asked someone on my team to research or do something for me and they were just like, "I've never done that before," "I've never seen that before," or they just gave me dumb looks. I work with IDIOTS! IDIOTS!!! Holy fuckin' shit. Someone throw me a frikkin' bone. Someone! I just want one person on my team sometime. Just one person who knows what they're doing, who is proactive, who can think critically, who can problem solve! Is there such a shortage of these people in the world? Communication skills would be good too, especially from management. It was go, go, go all day long. I only stopped for ten minutes to talk to the cute new girl (who has a boyfriend) at the end of the day.
To top it all off, I had like five people asking me from dragon boat if I was okay. Shit. These are people who ousted me. Man, where did they get the nerve. Suck it up and accept what you did. Grrr... So, inbetween fixing problem and researching crap, I had to answer IMs of "So, are you alright?" Jeezus. Could it get any worse? It's bad enough that I lost. I mean, shit.
By the time work was over, I was in a foul mood. But by the time work was over, I still had things to do. I had an interview at Crate & Barrel set up for half past four. I had to go and vote against rent control in Cambridge for my grandparents. I stgill had a busy day.
I made it to Crate & Barrel right on time and I rocked my interview yet again. I developed a genuine rapport with my interviewer. We just got along really well. She gave me the impression that I would probably get the job and that since I like the gourmet housewares so much, that they would try to rotate me in there more often than the other areas. I'll hear back for sure next week. If I don't get this job, then I might try to get a job as a dessert plater at the Harvest in Harvard. Either way, I think I'll win.
Surprisingly, I got done with the interview by five o'clock and was home by a quarter past. I was so exhausted that I didn't go over to my grandparents' place until six. Instead, I took a nap. I put on iTunes and just took a forty five minute nap on my couch, and man was it a good nap. I really needed it. I was cranky. I was pissy and I was tired.
At six, I went to mt grandparents' place, took them to go vote, ate dinner with them, took my mail and went home. Massive music download ensued. A little Gilmore Girls ensued and just a general relaxing evening, free from bother. It was nice. Unlike last night, I didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't want to see anyone. The evening has been nice.
Tomorrow, for sure, my dryer gets fixed. I'll get my mailbox key. I'll get my second electronic key. My back left-hand burner will be fully functional. And I think I leave a note about the draft under the balcony door. I think it has chilly potential for the winter. I just want to get all of these things fixed. It's a pretty new experience for me. I assume that people get stuff in their apartment fixed. *shrug*
Anyways, time to go. I stayed up late last night. I woke up late last this morning. I had to take off my black nail polish in a hurry this morning too. I just need to sleep. So that's all for now. I hope tomorrow is better than today was. I hope I get the job. And I hope something nice happens, or else I'll just have to stay in my apartment forever. Tomorrow... Laundry. All night long.
Recovery. Listening:Is it true what they say about you? Is it true?
On the seventh day, he rested. That's me. On Sunday, after pulling the boat out of the water, I went home, showered, and crashed. I had been up until a quarter past three on Saturday night... drunk... and posting.... It was pretty good for a non-sober posting, no? I thought it was.
I don't remember much of what I did on Sunday. I napped quite a bit. I watched crappy TV. I downloaded music. I ate leftovers. Umm... I talked to a friend in DC over the phone and tried to call the girl I went out on a date with last week to see if she wanted to go to a Guinness event at Jillians with me. I left a message. She hasn't called back. I figure I'll give it one more night before I turn it over to Fester who wants to use it for one of Palms' friends. Dulcimer will be there, so I'm guaranteed to have a good time.
Today, work was kind of stressful. SCUBA was back at work and he wasn't available when I needed him and whenever I needed to get something done, he was holding me up. At one of the more crutial times of the day, he had me stand at his desk while he did something that he could have done on his own. Shit like that pisses me off. I have something to do and he has me stand there watching him do something that he can do on his own. ARGGG! Why on earth do people do that? Why? Why? Why?
The new cute girl of the office wasn't in today either. I think she's still down in NYC. I bet she'll be back tomorrow. She's been at the office for a week and a half or two weeks, and she already seems to be one of my closer allies. I know she's not in my group or anything, but I just think that she's more willing to be friendly with me than the rest of the office. I think we'll be friends... That is unless she dumps her man. Ha ha.
Tonite, I sayed in and downloaded a helluva lot of music. On the list was some Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald, Frou Frou, All Saints and Ice Cube. It was a wide variety night. It's amazing how much time you can spend in front of a computer just looking at little bars fill up. I actually kind of wished that someone had called me, and I'm not just talking about the girl I went out on a date with. Just someone. Or maybe I wished that I had someone to call that I wanted to call. Of course, I had plenty of people to call, I just didn't feel like talking to any of them. I haven't called my best friend from high school in ages. I don't even think she knows that I moved. I want to talk to OC Girl, but I feel like I need to give it space and see if she comes to me at all. I want to talk to Rebound Girl, but we, too, are a bit out of touch. Maybe I just need some consistency in my life that's not consistently alone or consistently fighting. Nothing is ever the way that is how I want it to be or is even good enough to make me want to go along with it. There's always something.
Today, the Dragon Boat board made a poor decision. They picked someone else as a head coach instead of me. It stings that an absentee landlord can walk in and take my house. It stings even more that people who I thought were allies let him into my house. I'll be damned if he loots my gear though. The thing is that I have the option that I always do. I can walk. If things don't go the way I want them to, I have the power to walk. If I had the head coach position, I wouldn't. And I could walk. It's not like many people on this team want to win at this point. I left swing dancing. I kept the good friends from it, but I left. I could do that here if I wanted to too. I'd just have to find another hobby, like traveling or something. I'll wait and see though. But all in all, I feel gyped. *Finger to the board*
My Apartment Is Counterintuitive Listening:When I'm with you, baby, I go out of my mind and I just can't get enough and I just can't get enough.
My apatment just keeps getting better and better. I love this place. I know some of you think that I might be saying that facetiously, but I am serious. I love this place. I love being able to come home and do whatever. I love having friends over. I love being able to just listen to music. It makes me happy to have a home, and I am thankful of every moment that I spend in my home.
Yesterday was a pretty good day at work. It wasn't busy and it wasn't dead. There was a constant flow of work to do, but there was still enough time to go out for an hour long lunch. Technically, we're only supposed to have a forty five minute lunch and a fifteen minute break, but no one really adheres to that. I mean, if anything, everyone takes a fifteen minute or half hour break and at least an hour lunch. I actually stick pretty close to the time regulation though. Since I started bringing my coffee with me in the morning, I have saved two dollars every day and I've cut my fifteen minute break, unless you call chatting with the cute new girl at work taking a break.
For lunch yesterday, I went and picked up The Scary Stories Treasury by Alvin Schwartz and went shopping at Haymarket. I scored at Haymarket, though. I picked up eight granny smiths, eight limes, five lemons, a pound and a half of snowpeas, a bunch of mint, four grape fruits, and four pomegranates for under ten dollars. It was a total score. The bonus was that my cube smelled like mint. It was heaven.
Last night, Halloween, my favorite holiday of the year, I had some people over. It was Fester, Booch, THE Hustler, Hulk, Harley, Dulcimer and a few of her friends, and Stringbean. It was all really low key and fun. I was so pleased. The music was rockin' out of my powerbook and people were having all sorts of conversations. There was mulled cider, plum cobbler, popcorn, mojitos, wine and beer. It was just the best time. It was great seeing Dulcimer again. I always like hanging out with her. For some reason, whenever we get together, the subject of Maya comes up.
*Pause For 8 Hours*
The party was a great time though. I had the best time. The great thing was that there wasn't so many people that it was overwhelming. I got to talk to everyone at great length and I got to drink a lot too.
Last night I also had my first overnight guest. Stringbean stayed over night, because I really didn't want her riding the T back to Revere so late. She's like my kid sister, so I feel somewhat responsible for her saftey. I would much rather her stay overnight at my place and go home early in the morning rather than go home late at night and possibly be assaulted.
This morning, I woke up and Stringbean was gone. I completely expected it though. She told me that she was going to leave early in the morning. By the time I woke up and got out of bed, it was about eleven thirty. I took a shower and then christened the new pan that Glare and Totoro got me with a little bacon and eggs. What a wonderful breakfast.
Later on in the afternoon, Carpenter and I went out to Newbury Street to cruise around. Following our jaunt where we couldn't buy anything, because he's unemployed and I'm broke as hell, we came back to my place and I started prep for dinner. After prep was done, we went to pick up a CD rack in Teele Square, came back, had dinner and just chilled for a while.
Now, a few people planned on going to see Sasha at Avalon. It turns out that everyone bailed except for Special K and I. Furthermore it turns out that they missed one of the most kick ass sets that I have ever had the pleasure of being at in the history of me going to Avalon. He just blew the doors off of the place. It kicked so much ass.
Tomorrow, we're pulling the boat out of the water. It's gonna be fridgid and it's gonn a be at eight in the morning. It's a quarter past three now. I should get to sleep. Laterz.
