So, tomorrow begins my back to school without kiddos. This should be interesting to say the least... I get to meet the new Assistant Principal and ask very politely for my schedule and list of kids for one school and wonderfully start my binder of school related taskery. Not to mention, this permanently ends my sleeping in. This will suck.
On a brighter note, tomorrow I will update with a few more bands.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
An attempt in catching up...
Ok, so I really do suck at this, but not as bad as Charina...
The last few weeks have been chaotic, as I've been house sitting everywhere. The last house, while nice and comfy, had no internet. Actually, worse than none, dial up. I was pretty sure that dial up was extinct, but apparently it lives on. Being that I don't hate my computer, I couldn't possibly allow it to connect in such a barbaric fashion. Unfortunately, that meant that I got very little done via internet over the past 18 days. While I don't have 18 days worth of bands, I will give you two for now and we shall catch up steadily.
Tinted Win
dows is a band I recently heard while attending a U.S. Royalty show. For any former/current Hanson fans, I'm sure you'll get a tickle out of this. Taylor Hanson has formed a side project away from his brotherly trio. Along with James Iha (Smashing Pumpkins), Adam Schlesinger (Fountains of Wayne & Ivy) as well as Bun E. Carlos (Cheap Trick circa 1974), the band was formed. Recently, Tinted Windows played South by South West and released a self titled album. I can honestly say that while I wasn't a huge Hanson fan, this combination was certainly worth seeing. They have certainly found an interesting combination of members, which has added to their eclectic sound.
Gogol Bo
rdello is a band I heard a few years ago, and was certain had fallen off the face of the earth. This band has been one of the most interesting I have ever listened to. The band has best been described as Euro-gypsy and Russian Indie. This 8 member band is comprised of Eugene Hütz - Vocals, Oren Kaplan - Guitar, Sergey Ryabtsev - Violin, Yury Lemeshev - Accordion, Pamela Racine - Percussion, dance, Elizabeth Sun - Percussion, dance, Thomas "Tommy T" Gobena - Bass,
Pedro Erazo - MC, and Oliver Charles - Drums. They have a fun sound and are definitely great for those days when you just don't want to take it serious anymore. However, this band has also made it a point to persue causes which may not seem to register on the media. Their most recent being the oldest Rom settlement in the world: Sulukule in Istanbul, Turkey. They posted bits and pieces of their trip there, along with photos. Definitely check their site out, as well as listen to their tunes. This is a fun loving band, which is almost certain to lighten the mood (not to mention, throw your friends off on a mixed tape)!
The last few weeks have been chaotic, as I've been house sitting everywhere. The last house, while nice and comfy, had no internet. Actually, worse than none, dial up. I was pretty sure that dial up was extinct, but apparently it lives on. Being that I don't hate my computer, I couldn't possibly allow it to connect in such a barbaric fashion. Unfortunately, that meant that I got very little done via internet over the past 18 days. While I don't have 18 days worth of bands, I will give you two for now and we shall catch up steadily.
Tinted Win
dows is a band I recently heard while attending a U.S. Royalty show. For any former/current Hanson fans, I'm sure you'll get a tickle out of this. Taylor Hanson has formed a side project away from his brotherly trio. Along with James Iha (Smashing Pumpkins), Adam Schlesinger (Fountains of Wayne & Ivy) as well as Bun E. Carlos (Cheap Trick circa 1974), the band was formed. Recently, Tinted Windows played South by South West and released a self titled album. I can honestly say that while I wasn't a huge Hanson fan, this combination was certainly worth seeing. They have certainly found an interesting combination of members, which has added to their eclectic sound.Gogol Bo
rdello is a band I heard a few years ago, and was certain had fallen off the face of the earth. This band has been one of the most interesting I have ever listened to. The band has best been described as Euro-gypsy and Russian Indie. This 8 member band is comprised of Eugene Hütz - Vocals, Oren Kaplan - Guitar, Sergey Ryabtsev - Violin, Yury Lemeshev - Accordion, Pamela Racine - Percussion, dance, Elizabeth Sun - Percussion, dance, Thomas "Tommy T" Gobena - Bass, Pedro Erazo - MC, and Oliver Charles - Drums. They have a fun sound and are definitely great for those days when you just don't want to take it serious anymore. However, this band has also made it a point to persue causes which may not seem to register on the media. Their most recent being the oldest Rom settlement in the world: Sulukule in Istanbul, Turkey. They posted bits and pieces of their trip there, along with photos. Definitely check their site out, as well as listen to their tunes. This is a fun loving band, which is almost certain to lighten the mood (not to mention, throw your friends off on a mixed tape)!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Caught in a wave of Harry Potter
Ok, it's not my fault that nothing was posted yesterday. I actually spent quite a bit of time with a friend of mine, catching up on the Harry Potter movies of previous days. I have not seen my computer since about 2 pm yesterday. I apologize.
For you, there are two new bands to try out!
The first is a group I met a while back at a U.S. Royalty concert. While I've listened to Bear Hands live, I really haven't listened to them since. After a few listens, I actually love their group. From what I remember of this group, they are all very personable and uncommonly honest guys. Bear Hands is a sweet little unsigned foursome from Brooklyn, NY. They travel all over the U.S. and abroad. Their upcoming shows include Boston, MA, Hartford, Ct, and a few spots in the U.K. I really like this band, and can't wait to see them again. Check them out, give them some love!
Another one of the bands I've found lately has been SchulzeMeierLehmann. Sound long? Sound German? You'd be right. But the interesting thing about this group has been that they are at least tri-lingual. They speak at least a degree of English, enough to answer Myspace questions, and even more interesting they can speak spanish as well. In their song Tanzflur, they combined both spanish and german in a very interesting match. The down side to this band is that it's a little hard to get tickets, as they play throughout Germany. So if you're heading over somewhere around Freiburg/Mannheim area, check and see if you can catch a show. They're well worth it.
Enjoy!
For you, there are two new bands to try out!
The first is a group I met a while back at a U.S. Royalty concert. While I've listened to Bear Hands live, I really haven't listened to them since. After a few listens, I actually love their group. From what I remember of this group, they are all very personable and uncommonly honest guys. Bear Hands is a sweet little unsigned foursome from Brooklyn, NY. They travel all over the U.S. and abroad. Their upcoming shows include Boston, MA, Hartford, Ct, and a few spots in the U.K. I really like this band, and can't wait to see them again. Check them out, give them some love!
Another one of the bands I've found lately has been SchulzeMeierLehmann. Sound long? Sound German? You'd be right. But the interesting thing about this group has been that they are at least tri-lingual. They speak at least a degree of English, enough to answer Myspace questions, and even more interesting they can speak spanish as well. In their song Tanzflur, they combined both spanish and german in a very interesting match. The down side to this band is that it's a little hard to get tickets, as they play throughout Germany. So if you're heading over somewhere around Freiburg/Mannheim area, check and see if you can catch a show. They're well worth it.
Enjoy!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
New Day... New Band
Ok.. So I'm in the midst of downloading the complete discography of Gordon Lightfoot for my father. He is very excited because Gordon Lightfoot will be traveling out way soon, and as a kind gesture, I'm going with him. No one else in the house likes poor, sad Gordon. I happen to, and it's not such a bad thing to hang out with my Dad either.
So, in light of all of this, I think it's only fitting to find us anther band.
Love&Reverie is an emerging band from Richmond, VA. "In Richmond, where lush atmospheric soundscapes take the backseat to the brazen, fast and heavy, Love&Reverie were given a blank slate. They weren't limited by local standards or trends. The musical freedom left room for discovery and innovation, and it still does." Their music is reminiscent of Armor For Sleep and Cute is What We Aim For, blending Pop-Rock and genuine lyrics, and leaving you with their own unique blend. They're as interesting a band as they are a combination. These five guys formed their band from childhood friendships and previous band arrangements. They currently have several gigs lined up for them in VA and NC, but who knows?! Check them out at Love&Reverie.
So, in light of all of this, I think it's only fitting to find us anther band.
Love&Reverie is an emerging band from Richmond, VA. "In Richmond, where lush atmospheric soundscapes take the backseat to the brazen, fast and heavy, Love&Reverie were given a blank slate. They weren't limited by local standards or trends. The musical freedom left room for discovery and innovation, and it still does." Their music is reminiscent of Armor For Sleep and Cute is What We Aim For, blending Pop-Rock and genuine lyrics, and leaving you with their own unique blend. They're as interesting a band as they are a combination. These five guys formed their band from childhood friendships and previous band arrangements. They currently have several gigs lined up for them in VA and NC, but who knows?! Check them out at Love&Reverie.
Monday, July 20, 2009
June was rubbish.
Sorry, but it's true. It seems as though June and most of July was rubbish. In my feeble attempts to resurrect this blog, I will give you one new band a day. This will require quite a bit of work on my part, but I think you're worth it. These will not repeat, nor will they be bands I listen to frequently. These will be new bands, unsigned, or unknown. So here goes:
Today's new Band of the Day is The Blims. The Blims are a four piece band from Bridgend (UK) and describe their music as a "breezy sing-along tune." But in reality, their music is well written and combines acoustic and electric with finesse. While their site isn't fully functional as of yet, you can certainly check out their info and listen to their songs under their media section. They currently have two albums out, their first being "Tell Everybody" and their most recent "Working Class Poetry." Their tunes are certainly catchy and can bring you right out of your work day funk. It seems to be a really fun group whom I would love to see. However, it seems that we'll have to wait for a U.S. tour. Maybe some day! Until then, give them your love!
Today's new Band of the Day is The Blims. The Blims are a four piece band from Bridgend (UK) and describe their music as a "breezy sing-along tune." But in reality, their music is well written and combines acoustic and electric with finesse. While their site isn't fully functional as of yet, you can certainly check out their info and listen to their songs under their media section. They currently have two albums out, their first being "Tell Everybody" and their most recent "Working Class Poetry." Their tunes are certainly catchy and can bring you right out of your work day funk. It seems to be a really fun group whom I would love to see. However, it seems that we'll have to wait for a U.S. tour. Maybe some day! Until then, give them your love!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
is anybody out there?
What an interesting day...
While at school, we were forced into a fire drill because the alternate generator caught fire/started to billow smoke. It was fun. My room is closest to the generator, so it smelled the worst. We lost power twice while this was going on. I was really hoping for a shortened day, but no luck there.
After getting out of school, text messages began pouring into my phone. At Margaret Brent I don't get signal, so everything waits till I get out. There were so many coming in, and all at once, that my phone became overloaded. By the time I had made it to Staples I had no charge left, whatsoever. Thankfully, someone at my house loves me enough to have brought my charger.
After Staples, I made it home to find a very depressed Greggypoo in the kitchen. He had little dots in his ears, and I couldn't figure it out. He came down to my room with me and told me he had gotten his ears pierced today. I have to say, he'd really look good with earrings. He has that kind of face. But he didn't have any earrings in. Greg-poo told me that because Mom and Dad freaked out a bit, he had to take them out. I think that's bullshit. They argued that in the professional world the senior management are all my father's age, and peircings were only for women, bikers and gays. But that doesn't quite hold up considering several of my fathers's friends his own age have piercings and are in senior management. I think it's just my father's own prejudice. But the story didn't stop there. As Greg tried to right this injustice he made mention that I have had a tattoo in plain sight for 5 months now, and no one has noticed. Furthermore, I have also seemed to manage getting a higher paid job, and work in a field where tattoos are not the norm, but certainly not frowned upon either. Mom knew about the tattoo, Dad has been oblivious for 5 months. So now my father is talking to no one... oh fun!
While at school, we were forced into a fire drill because the alternate generator caught fire/started to billow smoke. It was fun. My room is closest to the generator, so it smelled the worst. We lost power twice while this was going on. I was really hoping for a shortened day, but no luck there.
After getting out of school, text messages began pouring into my phone. At Margaret Brent I don't get signal, so everything waits till I get out. There were so many coming in, and all at once, that my phone became overloaded. By the time I had made it to Staples I had no charge left, whatsoever. Thankfully, someone at my house loves me enough to have brought my charger.
After Staples, I made it home to find a very depressed Greggypoo in the kitchen. He had little dots in his ears, and I couldn't figure it out. He came down to my room with me and told me he had gotten his ears pierced today. I have to say, he'd really look good with earrings. He has that kind of face. But he didn't have any earrings in. Greg-poo told me that because Mom and Dad freaked out a bit, he had to take them out. I think that's bullshit. They argued that in the professional world the senior management are all my father's age, and peircings were only for women, bikers and gays. But that doesn't quite hold up considering several of my fathers's friends his own age have piercings and are in senior management. I think it's just my father's own prejudice. But the story didn't stop there. As Greg tried to right this injustice he made mention that I have had a tattoo in plain sight for 5 months now, and no one has noticed. Furthermore, I have also seemed to manage getting a higher paid job, and work in a field where tattoos are not the norm, but certainly not frowned upon either. Mom knew about the tattoo, Dad has been oblivious for 5 months. So now my father is talking to no one... oh fun!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Let's blog about our ideals...
So, I think Charina and I can safely admit that we are not the most avid of bloggers. In fact, it's already the 16th and this will be our first blog since then. But I promise, we've been busy little ones.
My copy center has taken a huge turn for the worst since Charina left to go work in Clinton. Our lead does nothing all day. Nothing we pass down gets done, throwing us way behind where we should be. On top of that, she feels the need to jump into our personal lives and go through files which were not hers to go through. I don't tend to mind people going through my work files that are saved on the work computer, but there was a line that was crossed when she went through files on my jump drive that I had left behind. Everyone knows that it's mine, so it wasn't a surprise to her. These did have files from work, but there were also files from school with student's information and my personal information. She had no business going through it. This, of course, has lead to a ton of tension. The other girl in copy center is leaving and I may not be that far behind her. Neeners and Greg are about to graduate, hopefully. We all know Greg is going to walk, but Neeners has been struggling. She needs to get motivated in school and not worry about everything else. As it is, she quit her job so that she could focus, but what seems to have happened is that she is focusing on Jacob, her boyfriend, rather than school. While I've been trying to work with her, I can only do so much because she's out a lot. She wants help, but I have to be here on her schedule. Well, shit doesn't always work that way. I've been busy and on the weekends, when I can, I like to hang out with my friends or take a nap. I don't sleep in any day of the week and my only resolution to that issue is my ritual Sunday Nap. I love Sunday Nap, and I'm not giving that up. We'll see how this goes. More updates to come on Neeners graduation status.
Charina... well she's struggling in her copy center as well. Since changing positions, she thought she was going to work earlier, and be able to run her copy center efficiently. Not so much. Her manager will not give her the relevant information she needs to fill her books, nor will he give her the passwords so that she can do it herself. She's constantly working nights and taking the 45 minute drive home anywhere between 9:30 and 10:30 at night, but she's going in at 1. She doesn't get lunches or breaks. I completely understand her frustration with the job and I know how badly she'd like to quit. She's been toughing it all out for the sake of DC and I have nothing but respect and admiration for her. Her hope is that she can go back to school and get the job with Joey, her brother-in-law. Then she can get the hell out of there.
On the plus side, we've bought bicycles. We've taken them out and they are fun. I don't think they are my replacement for my car quite yet, seeing as I don't live and work within a close range. But hopefully, when I move, things will be closer and we can consider them as alternatives!
My copy center has taken a huge turn for the worst since Charina left to go work in Clinton. Our lead does nothing all day. Nothing we pass down gets done, throwing us way behind where we should be. On top of that, she feels the need to jump into our personal lives and go through files which were not hers to go through. I don't tend to mind people going through my work files that are saved on the work computer, but there was a line that was crossed when she went through files on my jump drive that I had left behind. Everyone knows that it's mine, so it wasn't a surprise to her. These did have files from work, but there were also files from school with student's information and my personal information. She had no business going through it. This, of course, has lead to a ton of tension. The other girl in copy center is leaving and I may not be that far behind her. Neeners and Greg are about to graduate, hopefully. We all know Greg is going to walk, but Neeners has been struggling. She needs to get motivated in school and not worry about everything else. As it is, she quit her job so that she could focus, but what seems to have happened is that she is focusing on Jacob, her boyfriend, rather than school. While I've been trying to work with her, I can only do so much because she's out a lot. She wants help, but I have to be here on her schedule. Well, shit doesn't always work that way. I've been busy and on the weekends, when I can, I like to hang out with my friends or take a nap. I don't sleep in any day of the week and my only resolution to that issue is my ritual Sunday Nap. I love Sunday Nap, and I'm not giving that up. We'll see how this goes. More updates to come on Neeners graduation status.
Charina... well she's struggling in her copy center as well. Since changing positions, she thought she was going to work earlier, and be able to run her copy center efficiently. Not so much. Her manager will not give her the relevant information she needs to fill her books, nor will he give her the passwords so that she can do it herself. She's constantly working nights and taking the 45 minute drive home anywhere between 9:30 and 10:30 at night, but she's going in at 1. She doesn't get lunches or breaks. I completely understand her frustration with the job and I know how badly she'd like to quit. She's been toughing it all out for the sake of DC and I have nothing but respect and admiration for her. Her hope is that she can go back to school and get the job with Joey, her brother-in-law. Then she can get the hell out of there.
On the plus side, we've bought bicycles. We've taken them out and they are fun. I don't think they are my replacement for my car quite yet, seeing as I don't live and work within a close range. But hopefully, when I move, things will be closer and we can consider them as alternatives!
Monday, April 6, 2009
My Lobotomy
My Lobotomy is an autobiography of the life of Howard Dully. At first, I thought it would be an intere
sting read to see what actually happened to a person undergoing a lobotomy, but it turned into a lot more. This was not a sob story about a kid who was unmanageable and destructive. Instead, Howard was a typical 7th grader whose step mother hated him, to the point of lobotomizing him. Even then, she could not accept and love him. She forced her husband, Howard's father, to keep him from returning to the house, forcing him into family's homes, hospitals, mental wards and jail. I never thought that so much could happen to such a young child, nor that the child could later make anything of himself. A lobotomy's sole purpose is to disrupt normal brain functions. At the time, Dr. Freeman was the leading expert. He knew what he was doing, and it's surprising that so little actually affected Howard. I could never imagine what his life was like. It amazes me that he was able to learn so much about it and still remain upbeat, positive and forgiving.
At work, I see kids who come from sketchy homes, and uncaring parents. I've called home on my troubled kids, and tried to make a connection. Some kids love me, and really appreciate the time and effort I put in because they don't get that at home. I see them every day, and spend as much time as I can with them. Even though I'm a lowly substitute teacher, I think and hope I've made some sort of impact on somebody. Some days are harder to see that than others. It's made me realize that if I want to work with kids like this, I really need to go back to school and finish what I started. Then, maybe, I can make a bigger impact and actually do something to help. Maybe prevent some of the damage I've read about. Howard even says that the emotional damage was far worse than anything Dr. Freeman did with his ice picks.
I think I can do this, and for once, I really have some motivation to do it. This has been a tough week. I did my taxes and realized all to immediately that despite everything I've been told at school, I really wasn't ready to be an adult just because some piece of paper says I've completed high school. There are a lot of things they never prepared me for. I was really worried about not being able to move out this summer. I've had a lot of sleepless nights spent thinking about money, moving and all those little things. I've thought about savings accounts, loans, cars, rent... the list could go on. But I've worried a lot, and finally I've gotten some peace of mind.
Mom and I had a great discussion today, and she's proud of me. She wants me to keep going. For the first time, she told me I was moving in the right direction. She thinks I can do it. I don't want to disappoint her, and I can't anymore. I've got to get the ball rolling and I have to show her that I can do this. Charina and I are going to move... this summer. I've made plans, and I need to stick to them. But better yet, I really know I can do this, and that's a good feeling. It's so much better now and so much more real now than it has been. I'm excited! I can breathe again!
sting read to see what actually happened to a person undergoing a lobotomy, but it turned into a lot more. This was not a sob story about a kid who was unmanageable and destructive. Instead, Howard was a typical 7th grader whose step mother hated him, to the point of lobotomizing him. Even then, she could not accept and love him. She forced her husband, Howard's father, to keep him from returning to the house, forcing him into family's homes, hospitals, mental wards and jail. I never thought that so much could happen to such a young child, nor that the child could later make anything of himself. A lobotomy's sole purpose is to disrupt normal brain functions. At the time, Dr. Freeman was the leading expert. He knew what he was doing, and it's surprising that so little actually affected Howard. I could never imagine what his life was like. It amazes me that he was able to learn so much about it and still remain upbeat, positive and forgiving.At work, I see kids who come from sketchy homes, and uncaring parents. I've called home on my troubled kids, and tried to make a connection. Some kids love me, and really appreciate the time and effort I put in because they don't get that at home. I see them every day, and spend as much time as I can with them. Even though I'm a lowly substitute teacher, I think and hope I've made some sort of impact on somebody. Some days are harder to see that than others. It's made me realize that if I want to work with kids like this, I really need to go back to school and finish what I started. Then, maybe, I can make a bigger impact and actually do something to help. Maybe prevent some of the damage I've read about. Howard even says that the emotional damage was far worse than anything Dr. Freeman did with his ice picks.
I think I can do this, and for once, I really have some motivation to do it. This has been a tough week. I did my taxes and realized all to immediately that despite everything I've been told at school, I really wasn't ready to be an adult just because some piece of paper says I've completed high school. There are a lot of things they never prepared me for. I was really worried about not being able to move out this summer. I've had a lot of sleepless nights spent thinking about money, moving and all those little things. I've thought about savings accounts, loans, cars, rent... the list could go on. But I've worried a lot, and finally I've gotten some peace of mind.
Mom and I had a great discussion today, and she's proud of me. She wants me to keep going. For the first time, she told me I was moving in the right direction. She thinks I can do it. I don't want to disappoint her, and I can't anymore. I've got to get the ball rolling and I have to show her that I can do this. Charina and I are going to move... this summer. I've made plans, and I need to stick to them. But better yet, I really know I can do this, and that's a good feeling. It's so much better now and so much more real now than it has been. I'm excited! I can breathe again!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Upon further review...
After further thought, I have decided that staying in county with my redneck wind chimes is a bad idea. I guess I will continue to endure it for a little longer and move after all. I'm sure Charina would probably appreciate that more than the double wide anyway. 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment in DC somewhere will work out just nicely. Not to mention, mullets tend to give the creeps anyway.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Delays
Well, I thought everything was on track, and now I know better. I'm tired of being a responsible adult and have decided that the juvenile life is more my style. I believe I will let the system work for me. I will quit my responsibilities and live off the government. Who knows? Maybe have a few kids with a few baby daddies, start a few habits that will get me my 15 minutes of fame on a rehab show? Why not?? I have an addictive personality. I'm sure I could accomplish the drug habit. The kids thing might be a little hard, but I've come to the conclusion that the state helps pay for food and daycare, so that can't be too hard. Angie can do it, so can I. Trailers can't be too bad when you spend your actual money on big screen tv's. I think I can manage this lifestyle. Maybe even spruce it up with the redneck windchimes. If I'm going to do that, I should find a fascination with true redneckian sports and delve into the world of Nascar! I'll adopt a love of mullets and rat tails. Maybe if I get the doublewide I can have my pick of the trailer court... oooo the possibilities. After all, we have a walmart, so I'm set!
I'll have to work out a few kinks, like maybe telling Charina of my new plans. DC out, Redneckian ways of life-- IN!
I'll have to work out a few kinks, like maybe telling Charina of my new plans. DC out, Redneckian ways of life-- IN!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
New Door
There are plenty of things running through my mind. It's truly been crazy. I can't help but want to get packing, even though I don't have a place to go to and don't plan to move until June. I really just want to go. I didn't think it would be as bad, but I really am ready to get out of here. I'm not diluting myself into thinking this is going to be easy. I know I'm going to be paying bills, and low on funds and all, but I'd rather eat ramen than live here. I'm ready for a change in my life, and a new door to open.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Done. Just Done.
I truly believe that I have been verbally abused more this week than I have my entire time working in retail. Seriously. I've been screamed by 3 different completely nasty and vile women in the past 2 days. I don't understand what the fuck is up with people. But seriously, what the fuck?
Monday: This woman didn't scream at me, she just got on my last fucking nerve. She didn't know what she wanted but somehow everything I printed came out wrong. My brown magic is failing. Everything was either too big or too small. She had horrible cut & paste originals caked in White-Out, and wasn't happy her copies looked like shit. She picked out colored paper, but yet they were all the wrong shades. As I am FINALLY ringing her out, she lectures me on wasting paper and how I should do my job better. Really? Its my fault for wasting so much paper? Really? Its not your fault for not knowing what you want and being picky? Really? Think about that.
Tuesday: I had 2 lovely women on Tuesday.
#1 (Fax Lady): She yelled at me because apparently I control how long it takes fax machines to send documents. Also for how I never communicated the price to her. Even though when she handed me her document I told her "It's a $1.89 for the first page and $1.00 each additional page." I am a creature of habit, I ALWAYS say the price of faxing. I even asked her if she was sure she wanted to fax it since it was a pretty large document. Also, she was pissed off because I helped other people while her fax was sending since I getting a line of customers. She felt that I should have only focused on her and not other people, because apparently she is that important. Ohhhhhh, and what pissed me off most about this woman was how she can no control of her child at all. While she was going on bitching session on her phone, her child was behind my counter playing behind my copiers. Do you think she said anything to her child? Of course not, that would have interrupted her conversation. Another customer said something to her about it, and I had to yell at her child, not her.
#2 (Troll Faced Lady): I have never wanted to hit someone as much as I wanted to hit this woman. She was just incredibly rude and vile. Nothing I could say to this Troll was going to make her happy, so I kept repeating myself which just pissed her off more. But I truly did not care. As she was trying to pay for her order she threw her credit card at me. I am sorry, I do not care how angry you are with a retail associate, you do not ever throw things at them. The woman is lucky I did not come across my counter and fucking punch her in her fucking Shrek looking face.
Wednesday- Cunt: There is no other word to describe this woman. She basically walked into the store looking for someone to argue with. We were busy. My help was about to leave, and we were giving about a 30 minute turn-around time. Apparently this was a slap in the face to this woman. She felt that since her document was very important she deserved to be bumped in front of everyone. When management backed us up on the turn-around time just made her worse. It was to the point that other customers were complaining about the scene this woman was causing. To make things even better, she threw a 3 hole puncher at me. She got her document stuck in her 3 hole punch and wanted me to fix it, and had the fucking balls to throw it at me. What. The. Fuck. Did her parents not teach her any fucking manners? Seriously.
All in all, people are trying my fucking patience. One day soon I am going to snap and do one of two things;
1. Cuss someone out. I mean truly cuss them out using just about every word in the book.
2. Punch someone. I would really like to take boxing lessons just so I can make it that much sweeter.
So either get ready to help me find another job soon, or make plans to visit me in jail.
I truly understand the predicament on a smaller scale. Fortunately, I only have to work at Staples three days a week, but those three days last FOREVER. With Ashley gone, I am working on training a new employee. Tamara is good at following directions and picks things up pretty quickly, but I don't get enough time with her to really do much good. Angie almost refuses to show her anything. She teaches by trial and error, which is good after you have the basics down, but without the basics it only serves to show superiority and put the new associate down. It's not fair for the other person to have to guess at what you want from them.
Tuesday I got left with a mess, but thankfully very few jobs. This made it a lot easier to deal with because I didn't have to hunt for jobs. I'm not really sure how Angie managed all day. She did not, however, pass down the message from the HUB which hugely delayed my order! That was completely unappreciated. Eagan's order comes before all others usually, and for her to not pass this down really served to do nothing more than piss me off.
Thursday, I worked with my kids, but fielded calls from Tamara because Angie can't name her files. She's also started this radical campaign of calling other stores to get them pissed off at her too. I'm not sure what her plan is, but it's not working out for her.
Friday, I stopped in for two quick things, but ended up in copy center fixing shit. I don't know why it is that everyone seems to know more about the machines in copy center than I do, but they do... With Cha gone, I'm now the one with the most experience, but Angie seems to think that while she had the title, she somehow knows more. She continues to put cardstock in the regular trays, only serving to SCREW SHIT UP. Of course that irritated me a bit, and when John asked me how I was doing, I told him that I was pissed off. He got a little short with me, and left to do UPS. I was pretty pissed, and wanted nothing more to do with him. So when I got the machine back up and he was walking back into copy center, I left. He was trying to smooth things over, but I wasn't having any of it. I couldn't believe he was getting shitty with me the day before I was going to pull a 12 hour shift for him.
That of course leads into Saturday, the day of the 12 hour shift. That sucks on it's own, but to top it off, there was not a single copy center trained person there. Eagan's job had come back from the HUB and I was supposed to just add a few pages here and there in his binder. NOPE! That is so far from what happened. When I opened his order I realized that everything, the binder in it's entirety had to be reprinted. They had taken it upon themselves to print the binders double sided, and because he's goverment contracted, he can't do that! So I was alone, recopying 21 2'' binders, running customers orders and waiting for a tech to make a Saturday call because my BW was down completely. This, of course, lead to long turnarounds that no customer likes. I kept getting customers who would say "but all I need is one little copy" or "but this is really important." I would have loved to reply with "I really don't give a shit about how important you see your document, or that you only need one copy. You see, I have a shitload of work to get done before I can manage to eek out your meager one copy. In the long run, you're not so fucking important." But I relied on my first-come-first-serve policy, which irritated just about everyone. People seem to think that just because they walk up to my desk absent of any line, that I'm not doing anything. HA! Try that shit again! You are like everyone else. You drop off your order, you go away for an allotted time, and when you come back, your order is ready. That allotted time is based upon how many of yous I've had! Any customer that couldn't get on board with that kind of thinking got to deal with John.
Saturday, I lived in copy center. I didn't leave for a lunch, just potty breaks here and there. Thankfully, John was nice to me and bought me pizza, so I didn't have to starve for the day.
Cha-Love... No killing people, it's very hard to get an appartment when you're in jail making 10 cents an hour to stamp license plates. It would take you a lot longer to earn your half of the rent... like 6000 hours worth of labor.
Monday: This woman didn't scream at me, she just got on my last fucking nerve. She didn't know what she wanted but somehow everything I printed came out wrong. My brown magic is failing. Everything was either too big or too small. She had horrible cut & paste originals caked in White-Out, and wasn't happy her copies looked like shit. She picked out colored paper, but yet they were all the wrong shades. As I am FINALLY ringing her out, she lectures me on wasting paper and how I should do my job better. Really? Its my fault for wasting so much paper? Really? Its not your fault for not knowing what you want and being picky? Really? Think about that.
Tuesday: I had 2 lovely women on Tuesday.
#1 (Fax Lady): She yelled at me because apparently I control how long it takes fax machines to send documents. Also for how I never communicated the price to her. Even though when she handed me her document I told her "It's a $1.89 for the first page and $1.00 each additional page." I am a creature of habit, I ALWAYS say the price of faxing. I even asked her if she was sure she wanted to fax it since it was a pretty large document. Also, she was pissed off because I helped other people while her fax was sending since I getting a line of customers. She felt that I should have only focused on her and not other people, because apparently she is that important. Ohhhhhh, and what pissed me off most about this woman was how she can no control of her child at all. While she was going on bitching session on her phone, her child was behind my counter playing behind my copiers. Do you think she said anything to her child? Of course not, that would have interrupted her conversation. Another customer said something to her about it, and I had to yell at her child, not her.
#2 (Troll Faced Lady): I have never wanted to hit someone as much as I wanted to hit this woman. She was just incredibly rude and vile. Nothing I could say to this Troll was going to make her happy, so I kept repeating myself which just pissed her off more. But I truly did not care. As she was trying to pay for her order she threw her credit card at me. I am sorry, I do not care how angry you are with a retail associate, you do not ever throw things at them. The woman is lucky I did not come across my counter and fucking punch her in her fucking Shrek looking face.
Wednesday- Cunt: There is no other word to describe this woman. She basically walked into the store looking for someone to argue with. We were busy. My help was about to leave, and we were giving about a 30 minute turn-around time. Apparently this was a slap in the face to this woman. She felt that since her document was very important she deserved to be bumped in front of everyone. When management backed us up on the turn-around time just made her worse. It was to the point that other customers were complaining about the scene this woman was causing. To make things even better, she threw a 3 hole puncher at me. She got her document stuck in her 3 hole punch and wanted me to fix it, and had the fucking balls to throw it at me. What. The. Fuck. Did her parents not teach her any fucking manners? Seriously.
All in all, people are trying my fucking patience. One day soon I am going to snap and do one of two things;
1. Cuss someone out. I mean truly cuss them out using just about every word in the book.
2. Punch someone. I would really like to take boxing lessons just so I can make it that much sweeter.
So either get ready to help me find another job soon, or make plans to visit me in jail.
I truly understand the predicament on a smaller scale. Fortunately, I only have to work at Staples three days a week, but those three days last FOREVER. With Ashley gone, I am working on training a new employee. Tamara is good at following directions and picks things up pretty quickly, but I don't get enough time with her to really do much good. Angie almost refuses to show her anything. She teaches by trial and error, which is good after you have the basics down, but without the basics it only serves to show superiority and put the new associate down. It's not fair for the other person to have to guess at what you want from them.
Tuesday I got left with a mess, but thankfully very few jobs. This made it a lot easier to deal with because I didn't have to hunt for jobs. I'm not really sure how Angie managed all day. She did not, however, pass down the message from the HUB which hugely delayed my order! That was completely unappreciated. Eagan's order comes before all others usually, and for her to not pass this down really served to do nothing more than piss me off.
Thursday, I worked with my kids, but fielded calls from Tamara because Angie can't name her files. She's also started this radical campaign of calling other stores to get them pissed off at her too. I'm not sure what her plan is, but it's not working out for her.
Friday, I stopped in for two quick things, but ended up in copy center fixing shit. I don't know why it is that everyone seems to know more about the machines in copy center than I do, but they do... With Cha gone, I'm now the one with the most experience, but Angie seems to think that while she had the title, she somehow knows more. She continues to put cardstock in the regular trays, only serving to SCREW SHIT UP. Of course that irritated me a bit, and when John asked me how I was doing, I told him that I was pissed off. He got a little short with me, and left to do UPS. I was pretty pissed, and wanted nothing more to do with him. So when I got the machine back up and he was walking back into copy center, I left. He was trying to smooth things over, but I wasn't having any of it. I couldn't believe he was getting shitty with me the day before I was going to pull a 12 hour shift for him.
That of course leads into Saturday, the day of the 12 hour shift. That sucks on it's own, but to top it off, there was not a single copy center trained person there. Eagan's job had come back from the HUB and I was supposed to just add a few pages here and there in his binder. NOPE! That is so far from what happened. When I opened his order I realized that everything, the binder in it's entirety had to be reprinted. They had taken it upon themselves to print the binders double sided, and because he's goverment contracted, he can't do that! So I was alone, recopying 21 2'' binders, running customers orders and waiting for a tech to make a Saturday call because my BW was down completely. This, of course, lead to long turnarounds that no customer likes. I kept getting customers who would say "but all I need is one little copy" or "but this is really important." I would have loved to reply with "I really don't give a shit about how important you see your document, or that you only need one copy. You see, I have a shitload of work to get done before I can manage to eek out your meager one copy. In the long run, you're not so fucking important." But I relied on my first-come-first-serve policy, which irritated just about everyone. People seem to think that just because they walk up to my desk absent of any line, that I'm not doing anything. HA! Try that shit again! You are like everyone else. You drop off your order, you go away for an allotted time, and when you come back, your order is ready. That allotted time is based upon how many of yous I've had! Any customer that couldn't get on board with that kind of thinking got to deal with John.
Saturday, I lived in copy center. I didn't leave for a lunch, just potty breaks here and there. Thankfully, John was nice to me and bought me pizza, so I didn't have to starve for the day.
Cha-Love... No killing people, it's very hard to get an appartment when you're in jail making 10 cents an hour to stamp license plates. It would take you a lot longer to earn your half of the rent... like 6000 hours worth of labor.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Love of Family
So, it's abundantly clear that when we move, our family is going to miss us. But, I think what I've missed, is that I'm going to miss my family. I know I'm going to miss them so much. If nothing else, events like those of tonight prove it. I know when I move out, I'm going to have to take care on my own. Mom and Dad may be only a call away to talk to, but should anything happen, it's at least an hour and a half drive... I know that my parents would do it, but I'm really hoping everything goes flawlessly so that my parents don't worry.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
On finding landlords
So, as of late, the plan has been to move to DC. Charina and I both really need to get out of St. Mary's. There's nothing for either of us here, and we fear that if we stay too long, we will be bogged down and stuck. This, now being said, means we need to find an apartment, which is easier said than done. We've poured through craig's list and have found a few places and emailed a few potential landlords only to discover every scam that could possibly exist in the DC area. Here are a few really good examples of when you know you're being scammed...
1) Your landlord is a wonderful soul who has decided to hop a plane to West Africa to do missionary work for their church...
"We have left the Washington, DC and we are currently in West Africa for our missionary call. Before we left the Washington, DC for West Africa, we look for a reputable agent that will take a very good care of th e house while we are away but could not found any so we left with the house keys and document when leaving. If you will be the right tenant to our house, we will get the keys and documents of the house sent to you via courier services as soon as all terms are settled. I will be online through out to get back to you as soon as you are able to get back to me. I would want to know how soon you would want to move in as I will be taking a 1 month upfront payment for the house including all the utilities there."
2) Your landlord has hit petroleum in West Africa and moved out to manage it all. Of course, he also could not find anyone suitable to hold his keys...
"We have left the Washington, DC and we are currently in West Africa for our missionary call. Before we left the Washington, DC for West Africa, we look for a reputable agent that will take a very good care of th e house while we are away but could not found any so we left with the house keys and document when leaving. If you will be the right tenant to our house, we will get the keys and documents of the house sent to you via courier services as soon as all terms are settled. I will be online through out to get back to you as soon as you are able to get back to me. I would want to know how soon you would want to move in as I will be taking a 1 month upfront payment for the house including all the utilities there. I am asking for $900 and I believe we should be able to help ourselves. I am accepting $900 because I want you to take a very good care of the house while I am away."
** This one wanted me to believe he built his own house... his house was the center ROW house... Why would you build the center row house on your own? That's a stupid place to start building..
3) Your landlord is an engineer stationed in the UK, where it's a little more expensive...
"Thanks for taking the time to look at my property.My name is Mary Ford,I'm 48 years old,I'm a construction engineer and I'm the owner of this condo(2 Bedrooms/2 Baths, 1100 square footage) .I lived in this beautiful condo for over 5 years,loved every day of it.It's located at :17th St NW & T St NW, Washington, DC 20009.
I've moved to United Kingdom with my job and decided to rent it because the rent is is very expensive here.The price is so low because I'm here and is very hard to find a tenant.I can rent you the apt for max. 5 years .
I really want to find a good and responsible tenant for it, and I hope that you can send me some personal and financial information about yourself."
**I'm sure my personal and financial information would be wonderful. However, I will decline from this offer because you don't sound legit at all. Why is it that there are so many people willing to rent out their humble abodes, but don't seem to have a single trustworthy friend to hold their keys so we can see the place? How gangsta' is DC?
4) Landlords can be overbearing... even when the only question asked was "can I get the physical address so I can check the place out?"...
"Thank you again for your reply. If you are ready to proceed with
this transaction I must tell you how this service works and what we
need to do.You have to deposit to the RENT service the first month of rent-$1100
and a security deposit of $1100, so they can proceed with the shipping
of the keys and the contract. Like I said, I will pay for two days
delivery so you'll receive the Keys and the contract signed by me
right away. I will explain you step by step how this service work."
**After depositing our rent and security deposit, they would send us the keys and signed contract... Oh hell no! All I wanted was the physical address... I didn't want a thirty minute explanation as to how paying the rent should happen. By the way, they explained this to us several different times in the email, with bullets and numbering systems.
Ok, obviously these scams have worked on someone. If they didn't there wouldn't be so many out there. I can see the allure they would have on a kid my age, looking for their first place and trying to get the best possible deal. But as a renter, owner, leaser of a property, you have the right to see it before you put any money on the table. You have the right to demand some proof of ownership on the supposed owner's part. You have a right to ask for information regarding utilities, house structure and all of that. If you don't ask, you're going to get scammed. Thankfully, my mother is very protective. While she understands why I want to move out, she still is shadowing everything. Her being a Realtor has made a huge impact on the way I see housing and I know more in depth questions. But even on a basic level.. anyone telling you you cannot see a house because they are in West Africa with the only set of keys... NO. Just say NO!
Fuck people. Seriously. I say we go pick out a nice box this weekend and we'll live in that. Because I cannot take anymore of this stupid fuckery. And just think, we can live in whatever neighborhood we want to.
1) Your landlord is a wonderful soul who has decided to hop a plane to West Africa to do missionary work for their church...
"We have left the Washington, DC and we are currently in West Africa for our missionary call. Before we left the Washington, DC for West Africa, we look for a reputable agent that will take a very good care of th e house while we are away but could not found any so we left with the house keys and document when leaving. If you will be the right tenant to our house, we will get the keys and documents of the house sent to you via courier services as soon as all terms are settled. I will be online through out to get back to you as soon as you are able to get back to me. I would want to know how soon you would want to move in as I will be taking a 1 month upfront payment for the house including all the utilities there."
2) Your landlord has hit petroleum in West Africa and moved out to manage it all. Of course, he also could not find anyone suitable to hold his keys...
"We have left the Washington, DC and we are currently in West Africa for our missionary call. Before we left the Washington, DC for West Africa, we look for a reputable agent that will take a very good care of th e house while we are away but could not found any so we left with the house keys and document when leaving. If you will be the right tenant to our house, we will get the keys and documents of the house sent to you via courier services as soon as all terms are settled. I will be online through out to get back to you as soon as you are able to get back to me. I would want to know how soon you would want to move in as I will be taking a 1 month upfront payment for the house including all the utilities there. I am asking for $900 and I believe we should be able to help ourselves. I am accepting $900 because I want you to take a very good care of the house while I am away."
** This one wanted me to believe he built his own house... his house was the center ROW house... Why would you build the center row house on your own? That's a stupid place to start building..
3) Your landlord is an engineer stationed in the UK, where it's a little more expensive...
"Thanks for taking the time to look at my property.My name is Mary Ford,I'm 48 years old,I'm a construction engineer and I'm the owner of this condo(2 Bedrooms/2 Baths, 1100 square footage) .I lived in this beautiful condo for over 5 years,loved every day of it.It's located at :17th St NW & T St NW, Washington, DC 20009.
I've moved to United Kingdom with my job and decided to rent it because the rent is is very expensive here.The price is so low because I'm here and is very hard to find a tenant.I can rent you the apt for max. 5 years .
I really want to find a good and responsible tenant for it, and I hope that you can send me some personal and financial information about yourself."
**I'm sure my personal and financial information would be wonderful. However, I will decline from this offer because you don't sound legit at all. Why is it that there are so many people willing to rent out their humble abodes, but don't seem to have a single trustworthy friend to hold their keys so we can see the place? How gangsta' is DC?
4) Landlords can be overbearing... even when the only question asked was "can I get the physical address so I can check the place out?"...
"Thank you again for your reply. If you are ready to proceed with
this transaction I must tell you how this service works and what we
need to do.You have to deposit to the RENT service the first month of rent-$1100
and a security deposit of $1100, so they can proceed with the shipping
of the keys and the contract. Like I said, I will pay for two days
delivery so you'll receive the Keys and the contract signed by me
right away. I will explain you step by step how this service work."
**After depositing our rent and security deposit, they would send us the keys and signed contract... Oh hell no! All I wanted was the physical address... I didn't want a thirty minute explanation as to how paying the rent should happen. By the way, they explained this to us several different times in the email, with bullets and numbering systems.
Ok, obviously these scams have worked on someone. If they didn't there wouldn't be so many out there. I can see the allure they would have on a kid my age, looking for their first place and trying to get the best possible deal. But as a renter, owner, leaser of a property, you have the right to see it before you put any money on the table. You have the right to demand some proof of ownership on the supposed owner's part. You have a right to ask for information regarding utilities, house structure and all of that. If you don't ask, you're going to get scammed. Thankfully, my mother is very protective. While she understands why I want to move out, she still is shadowing everything. Her being a Realtor has made a huge impact on the way I see housing and I know more in depth questions. But even on a basic level.. anyone telling you you cannot see a house because they are in West Africa with the only set of keys... NO. Just say NO!
Fuck people. Seriously. I say we go pick out a nice box this weekend and we'll live in that. Because I cannot take anymore of this stupid fuckery. And just think, we can live in whatever neighborhood we want to.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Be Safe...
If you could move anywhere in the world, what are some of the places that would make your list?
The topic of moving has come up quite frequently between Cha and I. I think that we need a new place to hang our hat and call home. Lately, DC has become the epicenter of discussion. I'd love to live there. Compared to St. Mary's County, there is soooo much to do, and never seems to be a dull moment unless you decide you want it to bed. I think I'd love to move to a bigger city. My list would have to include DC, London, Rammstein, New York and maybe even Chicago. That would be awesome!
I think besides DC, I would have go with London or possibly New Orleans. I have always had an obsession with England, and I've always always wanted to live there. I've even joked about how if I were ever to go I would have to forced to go home. Now with New Orleans, I went on vacation there right before Hurricane Katrina, and I realize it probably isn't going to be the same city that I feel in love with. But I still have hope that it will. I mean I just really felt comfortable there, which for an awkward kid like me is a hard feeling to come by.
The topic of moving has come up quite frequently between Cha and I. I think that we need a new place to hang our hat and call home. Lately, DC has become the epicenter of discussion. I'd love to live there. Compared to St. Mary's County, there is soooo much to do, and never seems to be a dull moment unless you decide you want it to bed. I think I'd love to move to a bigger city. My list would have to include DC, London, Rammstein, New York and maybe even Chicago. That would be awesome!
I think besides DC, I would have go with London or possibly New Orleans. I have always had an obsession with England, and I've always always wanted to live there. I've even joked about how if I were ever to go I would have to forced to go home. Now with New Orleans, I went on vacation there right before Hurricane Katrina, and I realize it probably isn't going to be the same city that I feel in love with. But I still have hope that it will. I mean I just really felt comfortable there, which for an awkward kid like me is a hard feeling to come by.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
someone to watch over me
So while this blog was created for the random thoughts and whatever that Val & I have through the day. I am going to go a bit on the personal side since this is all I have been able to think about all week.
My grandmother has been in and out of the hospital this past week with pneumonia and it really seems to everyone that she just does not want to go on anymore. Which is truly sad and heartbreaking, because as many problems and conflicts that my mother's family may have through the years, we have always been a close family. Now, here we are watching the woman who has been the glue in that family just give up on everything.
I just feel like there is so much I don't know about her or her life and now that I'm old enough where I can appreciate my family history, its too late.
I know when it finally happens it is going to destroy my mother, and that in itself is going to be heartbreaking for me. I'm trying to prepare myself, but I know its not going to work out like that. I will still feel like I was caught off guard.
My grandmother has been in and out of the hospital this past week with pneumonia and it really seems to everyone that she just does not want to go on anymore. Which is truly sad and heartbreaking, because as many problems and conflicts that my mother's family may have through the years, we have always been a close family. Now, here we are watching the woman who has been the glue in that family just give up on everything.
I just feel like there is so much I don't know about her or her life and now that I'm old enough where I can appreciate my family history, its too late.
I know when it finally happens it is going to destroy my mother, and that in itself is going to be heartbreaking for me. I'm trying to prepare myself, but I know its not going to work out like that. I will still feel like I was caught off guard.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Define Yourself
I was confronted with a question today that I thought deserved some thought... Look at all of your possessions. If you could pick only one, which one would best represent you?
I have to say that it's a hard one.. I have my car, which for me was a symbol of independence. It was the first thing ever to put me in debt, and the first thing I've ever paid off. I was so proud the day of my last payment, that something was MINE. But, now, I've come to realize that one car is just as good as another... Red car = blue car = green car. Their sole purpose is to get you from point A to point B safely, and in time. Despite the way my life is going, and the amount of time I actually do spend in the car, it doesn't really represent me.
I thought about my bass too... but as of late, even that doesn't work. I never have time to play it, I'm just running around too much. I love it! Nothing about my love of the bass has changed, it's just time, energy and patience, and lately I've had none of any of it.
The bass was close though. I know that music is something that represents me. As sad as it is, I really think that right now, my iPod is the best thing to represent me at this point. I'm constantly listening to music. Somewhere in my room, there is a song playing. I take music with me to work. It's in my car. The iPod is only it's carrier. It represents my love of music, and because of I've put so many bands on there, it also represents my moods. I have the angry music, happy music, at work, in the car, at the house, out with friends. All of that music is stored right there, and it goes everywhere with me. Before the iPod, my music was held on my phone. Before that it was on cd's. No matter where I've been, at any point in my life, I have had music.
So I guess it's really a matter of music representing me... and since I have so many different types of music, I guess there's quite a bit to represent me, and I'm happy with that.
I really cannot think of anything that I own that would represent who I am. I dunno, maybe I just don't truly know who I am. Like I'm still figuring that out for myself.
I have to say that it's a hard one.. I have my car, which for me was a symbol of independence. It was the first thing ever to put me in debt, and the first thing I've ever paid off. I was so proud the day of my last payment, that something was MINE. But, now, I've come to realize that one car is just as good as another... Red car = blue car = green car. Their sole purpose is to get you from point A to point B safely, and in time. Despite the way my life is going, and the amount of time I actually do spend in the car, it doesn't really represent me.
I thought about my bass too... but as of late, even that doesn't work. I never have time to play it, I'm just running around too much. I love it! Nothing about my love of the bass has changed, it's just time, energy and patience, and lately I've had none of any of it.
The bass was close though. I know that music is something that represents me. As sad as it is, I really think that right now, my iPod is the best thing to represent me at this point. I'm constantly listening to music. Somewhere in my room, there is a song playing. I take music with me to work. It's in my car. The iPod is only it's carrier. It represents my love of music, and because of I've put so many bands on there, it also represents my moods. I have the angry music, happy music, at work, in the car, at the house, out with friends. All of that music is stored right there, and it goes everywhere with me. Before the iPod, my music was held on my phone. Before that it was on cd's. No matter where I've been, at any point in my life, I have had music.
So I guess it's really a matter of music representing me... and since I have so many different types of music, I guess there's quite a bit to represent me, and I'm happy with that.
I really cannot think of anything that I own that would represent who I am. I dunno, maybe I just don't truly know who I am. Like I'm still figuring that out for myself.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Only Slightly Drunk..
So Val & I had a bit of Lush night out. First, we had a Saketini, which wasn't too bad, I was expecting it to be strong, but it was actually nice. We also had what may have been the girliest drink we have ever had, and oh yes we drank them out of girlie girl cups. Literally. The cups were women. I think they were suppose to be Geishas, but all I could focus on was that my straw was coming from out of her boobs. So whenever I drank, it looked like I was making out with a cup. Just what I want strangers thinking about..me..making out with the boobs of a cup. Thanks.
After that we headed to the movie, where we spiked our White Cherry Icees with flavored vodka. Val used a Cherry Vodka and I was daring and used a Passion Fruit Vodka. Best decision ever. I do not know how or why I have been drinking plain non-alcoholic icees for soooo long.
After that we headed to the movie, where we spiked our White Cherry Icees with flavored vodka. Val used a Cherry Vodka and I was daring and used a Passion Fruit Vodka. Best decision ever. I do not know how or why I have been drinking plain non-alcoholic icees for soooo long.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Playlists
If you had to create a playlist, what music would you absolutely have to have? What songs would be so crucial, that by leaving them off, it would change the mood completely?
My personal set would have to include:
> MGMT - Kids
> US Royalty - Ratz/Raincoats
> Steel Train - Firecracker
> The Graduate - Better Company
> Bayside - Montauk/Hello Shitty
> Keane - Under Pressure (best version yet)
> Pale Young Gentlemen - Clap Your Hands/Fraulein
> Nightmare of You - Ode to Serotonin
> The Metros - Last of the Lookers
> Ladyhawke - My Delirium
> Kasabian -L.S.F.
> Envy on the Coast - The Gift of Paralysis
> The Pigeon Detectives - This is an Emergency
> Bottle Up and Go - My Yoke is Easy
> Blonde Acid Cult - Calypso/Shake it Loose
> Against Me! - Pints of Guinness Make You Strong
You're an ass and gay. Since a lot of your songs would make an appearance on mine, I guess I'm just adding to it...
- Heavens: Leave/Anabelle/Watching You (any one of those 3)
- Pale Young Gentlemen: Kettle Drum (I left a note)
- The View: Same Jeans
- US Royalty: Where Are You Now/Keep It Cool (any one of those 2)
- Ida Maria: I like You So Much Better When You're Naked
- Bayside: Ghost of St. Valentine
- Communique: Black Curses/Best Lies
- Kings of Leon: Crawl
- Honorary Title: Apologize
- Janis Joplin: Me & Bobby McGee
- Razorlight: In The Morning
- MGMT: Time to Pretend
- Oasis: Live Forever
- Pinback: Concrete Sounds/Penelope
- Black Kids: I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You
- Amy Winehouse: Tears Dry On Their Own
My personal set would have to include:
> MGMT - Kids
> US Royalty - Ratz/Raincoats
> Steel Train - Firecracker
> The Graduate - Better Company
> Bayside - Montauk/Hello Shitty
> Keane - Under Pressure (best version yet)
> Pale Young Gentlemen - Clap Your Hands/Fraulein
> Nightmare of You - Ode to Serotonin
> The Metros - Last of the Lookers
> Ladyhawke - My Delirium
> Kasabian -L.S.F.
> Envy on the Coast - The Gift of Paralysis
> The Pigeon Detectives - This is an Emergency
> Bottle Up and Go - My Yoke is Easy
> Blonde Acid Cult - Calypso/Shake it Loose
> Against Me! - Pints of Guinness Make You Strong
You're an ass and gay. Since a lot of your songs would make an appearance on mine, I guess I'm just adding to it...
- Heavens: Leave/Anabelle/Watching You (any one of those 3)
- Pale Young Gentlemen: Kettle Drum (I left a note)
- The View: Same Jeans
- US Royalty: Where Are You Now/Keep It Cool (any one of those 2)
- Ida Maria: I like You So Much Better When You're Naked
- Bayside: Ghost of St. Valentine
- Communique: Black Curses/Best Lies
- Kings of Leon: Crawl
- Honorary Title: Apologize
- Janis Joplin: Me & Bobby McGee
- Razorlight: In The Morning
- MGMT: Time to Pretend
- Oasis: Live Forever
- Pinback: Concrete Sounds/Penelope
- Black Kids: I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You
- Amy Winehouse: Tears Dry On Their Own
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Bound to happen
I am always the first one to admit that I am socially awkward. I know and understand this. There are a lot of situations where I do not know how to react. One of those situations occured tonight. While helping a male customer at work, I just happen to notice that his zipper was down and ummmm....I could see more than I was suppose to.
Now, this was a case in which I had NO idea what to do...so I just let him go about his business with his business showing. I know it's cruel, but I didn't couldn't even make eye contact with him let alone say anything about it.
So, what do you say to someone in a situation like that? "Hey, I see your junk!"
I think you and I are in the same boat... Working with kids, what do you say to them when their flies are down? You can't exactly tell them you can see their junk. Seriously, any suggestions would be appreciated. I've had this happen more times than I can count and it's always really weird. It's not like I spend all day looking for the kid with his zipper down, it just always happens that the kid with his zipper down ends up in my class. What do you tell a kid?
Now, this was a case in which I had NO idea what to do...so I just let him go about his business with his business showing. I know it's cruel, but I didn't couldn't even make eye contact with him let alone say anything about it.
So, what do you say to someone in a situation like that? "Hey, I see your junk!"
I think you and I are in the same boat... Working with kids, what do you say to them when their flies are down? You can't exactly tell them you can see their junk. Seriously, any suggestions would be appreciated. I've had this happen more times than I can count and it's always really weird. It's not like I spend all day looking for the kid with his zipper down, it just always happens that the kid with his zipper down ends up in my class. What do you tell a kid?
Technology is Changing
So, my mother is very proud of herself today, as she should be. My mother is not at all the technology diva, but is slowly coming into the twenty-first century. She started off by learning to use a cell phone, then she learned to text... But today, she bought an iPod. I'm so incredibly proud of her! She's not sure how to use it, but she knows that this is going to save her a hell of a lot in CD scratches.
With that said, there was a time in my not-so-distant past, that I wasn't a fan of iPod. I was fairly certain that the only thing you were getting out of an iPod was an expensive mp3 player with the Apple name attached. I was sooo wrong. I love iPod now. I am a converted soul. I happen to find that the iPod is easier to use, easier to find music in, the system is very responsive, portable and easy to find systems that will work with it. On top of all of that, I use it in my car and it is MARVELOUS! I am sorry I ever doubted this little bit of technology. I now realize the pain I put myself through burning all of those cds.
Ok... accolade of the iPod is done (at least by me).
At least your mother is making an attempt to join the rest of society in the shiny place that is now. Neither one of my parents can truly use their cell phone. Whats cute, is the fact that they both call texting "email", so if Larry is out my parents will keep asking if he's emailed me. I think if either of my parents ask for an iPod, I am pretty sure that means the world is ending sometime in the immediate future.
With that said, there was a time in my not-so-distant past, that I wasn't a fan of iPod. I was fairly certain that the only thing you were getting out of an iPod was an expensive mp3 player with the Apple name attached. I was sooo wrong. I love iPod now. I am a converted soul. I happen to find that the iPod is easier to use, easier to find music in, the system is very responsive, portable and easy to find systems that will work with it. On top of all of that, I use it in my car and it is MARVELOUS! I am sorry I ever doubted this little bit of technology. I now realize the pain I put myself through burning all of those cds.
Ok... accolade of the iPod is done (at least by me).
At least your mother is making an attempt to join the rest of society in the shiny place that is now. Neither one of my parents can truly use their cell phone. Whats cute, is the fact that they both call texting "email", so if Larry is out my parents will keep asking if he's emailed me. I think if either of my parents ask for an iPod, I am pretty sure that means the world is ending sometime in the immediate future.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Adventures on the Metro
Why public transportation is entertaining....
- The last guy who sat beside me on the train decided that he didn't want me to leave, because at my stop he refused to let me out. I mean the guy sat there and looked at me but refused to move. I truly believe if it weren't for another guy who pulled the guy beside me up, I would've had to climb over seats to get off the train. Which we all know just how graceful I am, so....
- I had a man offer to buy me a house, car and make sure that I would be properly cared for. Oh yes, he even proposed marriage! He said he would introduce me to the children that may or may not be his (he couldn't remember if they were or not). He also gave me a lecture about how the friends I was going to see weren't true friends since they were making me take the Metro instead of picking me up and telling him that these friends live nowhere near me was a poor excuse.
- About 95% of the time, there will be a man selling porn. If you're lucky he will either have a sale, or Midget porn.
I know there are A LOT more stories I have stored somewhere in my head, I just need to find them.
How about every time we take Neeners on the metro, we see someone giving or receiving head.. How weird is that, that she is always there on the metro to witness this??
I do so love the Midget porn, but my favorite still comes from the religious pamphlets, booklets and handouts we've accumulated over the years. It never surprises me what weird things people will claim in the name of Jesus.
What about the guy who got a blow job in the McDonalds parking lot...ya know, while he was parked right next to us. That was awkward.
But hey, I don't think any story compares to your "friend" who followed us from Rock & Roll Hotel on New Years Eve. You can no longer judge me.
- The last guy who sat beside me on the train decided that he didn't want me to leave, because at my stop he refused to let me out. I mean the guy sat there and looked at me but refused to move. I truly believe if it weren't for another guy who pulled the guy beside me up, I would've had to climb over seats to get off the train. Which we all know just how graceful I am, so....
- I had a man offer to buy me a house, car and make sure that I would be properly cared for. Oh yes, he even proposed marriage! He said he would introduce me to the children that may or may not be his (he couldn't remember if they were or not). He also gave me a lecture about how the friends I was going to see weren't true friends since they were making me take the Metro instead of picking me up and telling him that these friends live nowhere near me was a poor excuse.
- About 95% of the time, there will be a man selling porn. If you're lucky he will either have a sale, or Midget porn.
I know there are A LOT more stories I have stored somewhere in my head, I just need to find them.
How about every time we take Neeners on the metro, we see someone giving or receiving head.. How weird is that, that she is always there on the metro to witness this??
I do so love the Midget porn, but my favorite still comes from the religious pamphlets, booklets and handouts we've accumulated over the years. It never surprises me what weird things people will claim in the name of Jesus.
What about the guy who got a blow job in the McDonalds parking lot...ya know, while he was parked right next to us. That was awkward.
But hey, I don't think any story compares to your "friend" who followed us from Rock & Roll Hotel on New Years Eve. You can no longer judge me.
Monday, January 19, 2009
MacGyver vs Weston
The more I watch Burn Notice, the more I disparately want to be a spy. Though he is not the one to originally inspired me. Angus MacGyver will always be my favorite do-it-all, know-it-all, spy-ish person. I will forever look up to him for his ingenuity and ability to get out of any situation. Michael Weston is the newest MacGyver. He's up on technology and uses it in every way to get the bad guy for the common good. I love it!
I could never get into MacGuyver, but I love Burn Notice. Michael Weston FTW! Maybe its the fact that his voice over gives me tips on how to act like a spy.
P.S. Val..you're such a nerd.
--> I am not a nerd! I just happened to be watching a lot of Burn Notice last night, and had my MacGyver series in eyesight. Not like we haven't had this conversation a million times anyway!
I don't remember having such conversations. I know we've agreed that Burn Notice is awesome, and we both are really tempted to try some of the tips they give you. But I know nothing about Macguyver. So you are a nerd, deal with it.
Everyone knows MacGyver... He's the predecessor to Michael Weston. If you don't know who he is, you've been living under a rock.
I have been living under a rock...with Pineapple. Actually, I just don't really care about MacGuyver.
I could never get into MacGuyver, but I love Burn Notice. Michael Weston FTW! Maybe its the fact that his voice over gives me tips on how to act like a spy.
P.S. Val..you're such a nerd.
--> I am not a nerd! I just happened to be watching a lot of Burn Notice last night, and had my MacGyver series in eyesight. Not like we haven't had this conversation a million times anyway!
I don't remember having such conversations. I know we've agreed that Burn Notice is awesome, and we both are really tempted to try some of the tips they give you. But I know nothing about Macguyver. So you are a nerd, deal with it.
Everyone knows MacGyver... He's the predecessor to Michael Weston. If you don't know who he is, you've been living under a rock.
I have been living under a rock...with Pineapple. Actually, I just don't really care about MacGuyver.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Vampires vs. Zombies
This has been a matter of great debate lately... If you had to choose between Vampire bunnies or Zombie bunnies, which would you choose?
Personally, I would choose the Vampire bunnies. You can attach a blood source directly to their cages and as long as they are properly fed, you have no risk of attack. Whereas, a Zombie bunny doesn't stop at any particular quota of brains. While they may be slow, they are still quite hungry 24/7. Not to mention, Zombie bunnies would not be cute. A bite from a Zombie bunny would result in you becoming a zombie. Zombies also have no resting period. They do not sleep and are thereby able to search for food (YOU) all of the time.
Vampire bunnies would be cute for eternity, or until rendered permanently unanimated. They may also posses the ability to shape shift into cooler animals (i.e. bat, owl). Vampire bunnies would also have a fear of running water. This becomes quite convenient when you need a shower. I don't think the zombie would be quite so accommodating. Unlike Zombie bunnies, Vampire bunnies also have some form of resting period. In some fables they would have to go to their native land before nightfall. Others state they would be able to sleep in a coffin/cage. That means that at some point of the day, you get rest too!
In conclusion, I feel that Vampire bunnies are the perfect pet for all interested in undead pet ownership.
| val
Personally, I would choose the Vampire bunnies. You can attach a blood source directly to their cages and as long as they are properly fed, you have no risk of attack. Whereas, a Zombie bunny doesn't stop at any particular quota of brains. While they may be slow, they are still quite hungry 24/7. Not to mention, Zombie bunnies would not be cute. A bite from a Zombie bunny would result in you becoming a zombie. Zombies also have no resting period. They do not sleep and are thereby able to search for food (YOU) all of the time.
Vampire bunnies would be cute for eternity, or until rendered permanently unanimated. They may also posses the ability to shape shift into cooler animals (i.e. bat, owl). Vampire bunnies would also have a fear of running water. This becomes quite convenient when you need a shower. I don't think the zombie would be quite so accommodating. Unlike Zombie bunnies, Vampire bunnies also have some form of resting period. In some fables they would have to go to their native land before nightfall. Others state they would be able to sleep in a coffin/cage. That means that at some point of the day, you get rest too!
In conclusion, I feel that Vampire bunnies are the perfect pet for all interested in undead pet ownership.
| val
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I would have to agree with Val on the Vampire bunnies. Come on, just thinking on the terms of personal safety (remember safety first), having a Vampire pet would make more sense.
As one anonymous source has stated a Zombie would be more entertaining for guests at parties. Which when you think about it, it is true. I guess if your party starts to become a bit stale, you can release your Zombie bunny on your guests. Just think, you would be killing two birds with one stone;
A. Your Zombie pet could possibly get a fresh meal from the deal.
B. Guests would get a pretty awesome story to tell others.
Although, I am not sure how people would handle the fact that with such a lovely party "game", if they lose they can actually become a zombie. Which I can only assume would look poorly on you as a host. Would one have to put a disclaimer on the invites? Or just have the guests sign a waiver when entering the party?
Also, I think feeding a Vampire would be easier than a Zombie. I know human zombies crave human flesh, so would zombie bunnies crave other bunnies? Would other animal flesh work? What if it wants humans? I think getting a hold of human blood would be a lot easier than getting human flesh. That would involve killing people. I'm not sure if I would be willing to possibly go to jail for my undead pet.
-Char
As one anonymous source has stated a Zombie would be more entertaining for guests at parties. Which when you think about it, it is true. I guess if your party starts to become a bit stale, you can release your Zombie bunny on your guests. Just think, you would be killing two birds with one stone;
A. Your Zombie pet could possibly get a fresh meal from the deal.
B. Guests would get a pretty awesome story to tell others.
Although, I am not sure how people would handle the fact that with such a lovely party "game", if they lose they can actually become a zombie. Which I can only assume would look poorly on you as a host. Would one have to put a disclaimer on the invites? Or just have the guests sign a waiver when entering the party?
Also, I think feeding a Vampire would be easier than a Zombie. I know human zombies crave human flesh, so would zombie bunnies crave other bunnies? Would other animal flesh work? What if it wants humans? I think getting a hold of human blood would be a lot easier than getting human flesh. That would involve killing people. I'm not sure if I would be willing to possibly go to jail for my undead pet.
-Char
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