Hello again, and welcome to today's edition of Life: Shit Happens. In today's blog, you will be let into the secret goings ons of my job. So, here goes.
First, I woke up this morning. At 8 o'clock!... 8 o'clock! Granted, I fell back asleep until closer to 8:45, but 8 o'clock! So I finally got up, and made myself a bolw of ceral and then was off to work. It's not like I had to work that early... at least not yet... No, today's big news was a staff meeting. Now, this particular staff meeting, is again, an important one. The past few have been improtant almost solely because of talks of people getting laid off. Now, They've been talking about cutting people since before the new year, so I was pretty set on the fact that we were all staying, but there was the occasional scare. Plus, what with my position transfer and all, I had a lot of unanswered questions. So, needless to say, this was an important one. However, there were a lot of holes... I got a few well needed insites into the move, but there was so much stuff that still has yet to be determined. And we move in 8 days! That meeting was about an hour long (which I did get paid for), and then I probably stuck around for another 20 minutes or so talking to the people who were actually working. And, while I was still there, the floor manager discovered that there was a huge discrepensy in the scheadule... So who did they ask to come in? Me. My hors for the day went from 2-5, to 12-5. AND, because there was still no one scheaduled hours later. So, who did they ask to fill this gap? Me. Now my brand new 12-5, turned into 12-8. Thus, I work now 12-8 both Saturday, and Sunday. The only bright spot, is in the time after I left the meeting, to starting at 12, I went and got a BOSS (again, 5$... W00T!!!). So, now here I am. Greeting. I shouldn't complain, it is an easy job. All you have to do is sit, smile, and scan peoples cards. However, it is a very dull job. Plus you really get to talk to some truly stupid people. Another down side to greeter is the fact that there's a swim meet. True, I am not part of the swim meet, and I'm really not working at keeping it running, but I do have to put up with swimmer douches all day. First, I have to try and differentiate, which people coming into the building want to use our facilities, or are here for the swim meet. Which isn't bad, I just do a shitty job of screening people, and they naturally end up where they need to go. However, there are still swimmers around. Swimmers who are not in the water. And swimmers who are not in the water are douches that just won't shut the fuck up... And somehow they all think they're changing the world by swimming gooder. God, they're dumb as FUCK!!! Grrr, but enough about that, if I start, it won't stop (and for anyone who has ever read my blog ever, you have likely witnessed me p.m.s. about swim meets). Blarg. It's gonna be a long weekend. And, still no sign of anybody taking any of my shifts...
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Ring Around The Rosie
Hi. I should probably be in bed right now, seeing as how I do have a fairly improtant meeting in the morning, but, I figured, why not talk to people that don't exist. Thus, I write a blog post :)
So... work. Basically it's like this: I got out of school, oh, say about three weeks ago, and I have already gotten fed up with myself. Almost immediately out of the school scheadule, I know wake up at noon and fall asleep around 4 to 5 in the morning... these are not normal hours... Needless to say, waking up at noon, going to work in the afternoon, and wasting hours on end either on the lollernet, or just sitting around at Kiwi's has really put me in this... funk. I've got BIG plans for this summer! There are so many things I want/need to get down, and I feel that I'm not even chipping away at it. True, summer has just started, but still. I mean, my whole June is already booked up (okay, not literally, but it feels like it). June is gonna run kinda like this:
June 4th is my birthday (coincedentily, it's my mom's birthday too... And Steph, but no one loves her), sadly, I've got work. I'm pretty sure the kidlings have graduation somwhere around there. Then, the 14th, I've got to find someone to sub for me because my mom's work has some uber crazy outing to the zoo (I'm going for two reasons 1. My mom pays for all of my clothes, food and bills 2. it includes tons of free shit!). The very next morning, I'm up and out the door. Off to Kiwi's Grandma's cottage for a tradition as old as time... That'll be a week (which I still need to find subs for...) and almost right after we get back, the big gig blows up like Hiroshima! that's right Summerfest, the most pimp-tastic thing around (suck it Illinois!). So, I've got 4 major days planned out for this years line-up. Shiny Toy Guns, Rise Against, The Airborne Toxic Event (being opened up by Cage The Elephant), and none other than The Offspring. 3 out of those 4 days, I need off of work. Oh, and one other thing to mention about work... I will be working almost double the amount of hours I was before (it's actually like 1.5, but double sounds scarier), and I'm being transfored positions. So, as soon as I find a new spot in the team, and are given tons of free hours, I ask off time and time again. And because I'm just a part time employee who's only been there a little over a year, I really don't get any benefits... So I have to find subs for all of these dates... God forbid they just give me some damn vacation time, and fill them in for me... Well, like I said, more hours. Which basically equates to, I no longer have a weekend (8-5 every Saturday, and 2-8:30 every Sunday. Plus a Thursday shift, plus loose talks of me picking up Fridays starting in July...). Which, I mean, the money'll be great, but my social life will become even more of a wreck than it is now... and I want to be in a relationship. Bah! So that's where I'm at with that. June will be a CrAzY time for me, so for those of you who will see me, or at least for those of you who read this, bere with me here, it's gonna get nutz!
So... work. Basically it's like this: I got out of school, oh, say about three weeks ago, and I have already gotten fed up with myself. Almost immediately out of the school scheadule, I know wake up at noon and fall asleep around 4 to 5 in the morning... these are not normal hours... Needless to say, waking up at noon, going to work in the afternoon, and wasting hours on end either on the lollernet, or just sitting around at Kiwi's has really put me in this... funk. I've got BIG plans for this summer! There are so many things I want/need to get down, and I feel that I'm not even chipping away at it. True, summer has just started, but still. I mean, my whole June is already booked up (okay, not literally, but it feels like it). June is gonna run kinda like this:
June 4th is my birthday (coincedentily, it's my mom's birthday too... And Steph, but no one loves her), sadly, I've got work. I'm pretty sure the kidlings have graduation somwhere around there. Then, the 14th, I've got to find someone to sub for me because my mom's work has some uber crazy outing to the zoo (I'm going for two reasons 1. My mom pays for all of my clothes, food and bills 2. it includes tons of free shit!). The very next morning, I'm up and out the door. Off to Kiwi's Grandma's cottage for a tradition as old as time... That'll be a week (which I still need to find subs for...) and almost right after we get back, the big gig blows up like Hiroshima! that's right Summerfest, the most pimp-tastic thing around (suck it Illinois!). So, I've got 4 major days planned out for this years line-up. Shiny Toy Guns, Rise Against, The Airborne Toxic Event (being opened up by Cage The Elephant), and none other than The Offspring. 3 out of those 4 days, I need off of work. Oh, and one other thing to mention about work... I will be working almost double the amount of hours I was before (it's actually like 1.5, but double sounds scarier), and I'm being transfored positions. So, as soon as I find a new spot in the team, and are given tons of free hours, I ask off time and time again. And because I'm just a part time employee who's only been there a little over a year, I really don't get any benefits... So I have to find subs for all of these dates... God forbid they just give me some damn vacation time, and fill them in for me... Well, like I said, more hours. Which basically equates to, I no longer have a weekend (8-5 every Saturday, and 2-8:30 every Sunday. Plus a Thursday shift, plus loose talks of me picking up Fridays starting in July...). Which, I mean, the money'll be great, but my social life will become even more of a wreck than it is now... and I want to be in a relationship. Bah! So that's where I'm at with that. June will be a CrAzY time for me, so for those of you who will see me, or at least for those of you who read this, bere with me here, it's gonna get nutz!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Yeah, This Isn't Helping My Sleeping Pattern...
Hi! Do you boys and girls know what time it is? It's new blog post time. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's right, now just sit back and let your brain melt into unintellectual putty!
So yesterday (well, it's technically 2 days ago... Sunday...) I worked until about 8:30. I then went home, and just as I had promised myself, I went for a run. Running for me is one of those activities that just clears my head. No matter what's going on in life, that run will just let it all slip away. All the shit you carry around, that hinder your good judgement and scour around all of your thoughts. Now, at this point, you might be asking yourself 'just what could have happened from the time the previous post ended to the time you got off of work that could have possible broken the horses back'? Well... I don't really know. There was no big occurance, or just one of those last little pushes that makes you snap... I just got off work, and felt utterably alone. Ihad, right before I left work, changed my Facebook status to something along the lines of I was goign for a run and then resting in my favorite spot. I said anyone who felt it upon themselves to show up could, but whatever. And in the back of my mind, I really just wanted someone to show up. Not like a whole group of people looking to hang out, just one person I could have a real conversation with. You see, I've discovered, having been single for some time now, that I'm not good at it. But that's okay, I've got a great group of friends that have seen me through thick and thin, that I wouldn't trade for all of the money in the world. But you know what I've really started to see? We never talk about anything serious... We're always in such big groups, that all we end up talking about is music or movies or just stupid shit we've done over the years... And don't get me wrong, that's all great, but hanging out in the same guys living room, eating the same Pick n' Save sale food, watching the same shows, talking about the same music, and telling the same stories, has been starting to get old. It's like all of us as a collective group have just stopped moving. We're all in this stand-still as we watch all of those spinning and whirling around us. So, their in my favorite spot... I sat. I had a pretty short run (which I was down with), and then I just reached the end of my trip and just sat there... I was out there just looking up at the sky. It was a little cloudier than I had hoped. I really wanted there to be some stars out. And I sat there. I was there for a good hour... just waiting. I knew nobody would really show up, because the time was terrible for all of my friends who actually knew where I was... But still, sometimes you just have that hope. I was actually out there for a good hour before I finally stood up and just started walking about. I was moving at a real slow pace, but nonetheless got home pretty quick (my spot ain't too far from home).
So after I got home I milled about and finally just resorted to going online. I figured, no one may have shown up, but I can still talk to people online. I'll settle. And peoples were actually online! I actually was happy there were peoples online that I could just talk with. However, that was very, very minute experience. Not long before I started talking with people did they shoot offline like cockroaches to light. And that, I felt, just made things worse. So, havign to get, something, anything off of my chest, I just started writing. I wrote almost a full page of just random crap to myself. I wrote for awhile before I started just hopping around from various little projects I have in the works. Long story short (I know, it's a little late for that) I ended up staying up till 4 doing next to nothing... And now tonight, I seem to be doing the same thing, and I still have yet to just talk with someone, but oh well... I'm pretty sure a time will come (hopefully soon) when there's somebody just willing to talk, and yeah, willing to hear me blabber on and on. But for tonight, that's all I've got. Bye-byes.
So yesterday (well, it's technically 2 days ago... Sunday...) I worked until about 8:30. I then went home, and just as I had promised myself, I went for a run. Running for me is one of those activities that just clears my head. No matter what's going on in life, that run will just let it all slip away. All the shit you carry around, that hinder your good judgement and scour around all of your thoughts. Now, at this point, you might be asking yourself 'just what could have happened from the time the previous post ended to the time you got off of work that could have possible broken the horses back'? Well... I don't really know. There was no big occurance, or just one of those last little pushes that makes you snap... I just got off work, and felt utterably alone. Ihad, right before I left work, changed my Facebook status to something along the lines of I was goign for a run and then resting in my favorite spot. I said anyone who felt it upon themselves to show up could, but whatever. And in the back of my mind, I really just wanted someone to show up. Not like a whole group of people looking to hang out, just one person I could have a real conversation with. You see, I've discovered, having been single for some time now, that I'm not good at it. But that's okay, I've got a great group of friends that have seen me through thick and thin, that I wouldn't trade for all of the money in the world. But you know what I've really started to see? We never talk about anything serious... We're always in such big groups, that all we end up talking about is music or movies or just stupid shit we've done over the years... And don't get me wrong, that's all great, but hanging out in the same guys living room, eating the same Pick n' Save sale food, watching the same shows, talking about the same music, and telling the same stories, has been starting to get old. It's like all of us as a collective group have just stopped moving. We're all in this stand-still as we watch all of those spinning and whirling around us. So, their in my favorite spot... I sat. I had a pretty short run (which I was down with), and then I just reached the end of my trip and just sat there... I was out there just looking up at the sky. It was a little cloudier than I had hoped. I really wanted there to be some stars out. And I sat there. I was there for a good hour... just waiting. I knew nobody would really show up, because the time was terrible for all of my friends who actually knew where I was... But still, sometimes you just have that hope. I was actually out there for a good hour before I finally stood up and just started walking about. I was moving at a real slow pace, but nonetheless got home pretty quick (my spot ain't too far from home).
So after I got home I milled about and finally just resorted to going online. I figured, no one may have shown up, but I can still talk to people online. I'll settle. And peoples were actually online! I actually was happy there were peoples online that I could just talk with. However, that was very, very minute experience. Not long before I started talking with people did they shoot offline like cockroaches to light. And that, I felt, just made things worse. So, havign to get, something, anything off of my chest, I just started writing. I wrote almost a full page of just random crap to myself. I wrote for awhile before I started just hopping around from various little projects I have in the works. Long story short (I know, it's a little late for that) I ended up staying up till 4 doing next to nothing... And now tonight, I seem to be doing the same thing, and I still have yet to just talk with someone, but oh well... I'm pretty sure a time will come (hopefully soon) when there's somebody just willing to talk, and yeah, willing to hear me blabber on and on. But for tonight, that's all I've got. Bye-byes.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Sunday, Bloody Sunday...
I. Like. To. Dance. I like to dance. I LIKE TO DANCE! :D
Sorry...
Anywho, I'm back and trying to stick to guns (that's a really gross saying...) and keep up with this here blog. I really do miss the days when I posted EVERY day. It was pretty cool. It was like Twitter, except less gay...
Okay, moving on. Yesterday went kinda like this. I woke up around noon, which is pretty well standard for me during the summer. However, I've got mixed feelings about it seeing as how it kills my whole day. Nonetheless, that's when I woke up. After that, i tried to get some stuff done before I was off to work. So, I ate and went online, trying to find out if any last minute strides were made to secure plans for that night, and, go figure, there really weren't. I did however get to talk to Drew about what may or may not be happening. You see, Smerz had been trying to arrange a movie night for the past few days, and so far other plans, or masturbation have made it so almost no one could go. I kinda wanted to go mainly because we haven't had a movie night in some time, plus we were gonna watch "Fanboys". So I made some pretty shotty plans with Drew once I got off work.
While at work, I did my best to keep busy. I was always up and moving around the building and I also had to take my totally lame training online (code yellow = a bomb threat). However, I soon got roped into 3 more hours of work. So I told the buiding supervisor, I'll work, if you let me leave right now to go grab supper. She didn't care, so I left and went to Pick n' Save for a BOSS (btw, $5 for a boss again with card. W00T!!!). I also called Drew to just tell him that when I got off at 8 I'd just call him. I also ran into my mom at Pick n' Save. So I had to stay at work an extra 3 hours, which really wasn't that bad.
Then, after I got off, I went home to drop all of my shit off and get ready to leave again. I had to eat some corn my mom had left out for me, and as I was eating that, I contacted Drew via facebook chat, and told him to come pick me up. Right before he came to my door, Kiwi calls saying that he and Jake were done, we should swing by T&D and pick them up. So as soon as Drew and Smerz showed up at my door, we headed on over there. Apparently, Kiwi didn't even work at all, he just stuck around and helped Jake every nowand again. So we stuck around for a bit (Drew and Kiwi raced... they have a small arcade there). We finally left again, and I pushed for us to pick up Jenny, despite the complete lack of room for another person in the car. So we went to Jenny's and Kiwi, Smerz and I all got out to go to her front door. Smerz,being the creeper that he is, decides he'd rather say "hello" through their front window, rather than going and knocking on the front door. So we asked for Jenny, and were met with the response that she was sleepy-bye. So, close to saying 'okay' and walking back to the car, Jenny rallied and we were invited to wait inside. Jenny walked around all zombie like for a few minutes as she got up and got ready to leave. It was nice to see her because I haven't seen her in AGES, while almost everyone has seen her at least once since the begining of summer (saaaaaaaaaaad face... well, sad face up until last night that is). So we all piled into the back seat and went to Smerz's. We sat around for a bit before Smerz popped in "Fanboys". Now, I first heard about "Fanboys" a few years ago back when it was going to be released in 06 (I believe). And when I first heard about it, I thought it sounded awesome, however, to be more realistic it probably wasn't. It had a plot where I was all lik "lol, that sounds like fun", but I more or less was thinking in my head, "This movie is gonna be a piece of indie shit, and blow hardcore". BUT. Here's the interesting part. That movie was awesome! It was every nerd's, every loser's, every geek's guilty pleasure movie with loads of guest stars and references to all sorts of pop-culture goodness. It was genuinely a great movie, and I had an awesome time watching it with the bros... and Jenny... Not that Jenny isn't cool and all, but she's not a bro. She could be... but I don't want her to be... Not because I'm sexiest or think she couldn't cut it as a bro, just that i hang out with so few woman, that I need some of the to stay woman... and not bros... does that make any sense? Well it does to me... So then after that we just sorta hung out for an hour or two watching random videos and telling stories of the past, before finally venturing off. I'm pretty sure we scared Jenny more on that ride home than we had the rest of the night. You see, we did a Drew run (which basically consists of driving by Drew's old house screaming Drew's name, as well as slanderous remarks about him (keep in mind it was about 1:30 in the morning)). Then we dropped Jenny off, then me, then... I don't know, I was at home. I tried to get to bed soon after I got home, but I was tossing and turning all night... it was not a comfortable sleep at all...
I had originally planned on waking up around 8 (I even set my alarm) because I start work at 12:30, and I totally needed to take a shower before work. This, however, did not happen... not at all. I woke up [finally] at 11:45... Wow, I am the laziest piece of shit ever... So I ate the left over bit of half of my boss (I cut it in half for yesterday and today, so I finished the half from yesterday that I hadn't finished... if that makes any more sense). Then I was off to work. I've been at work since than, and I'll be here for another two or so hours. But it's all good, it's just more money for me...
And speaking of money, I'm about to go on a rant here, that was spurred on by a member. Okay, so, I work about 20 hours a week during school, and soon to be about 30 during the summer. I work at a rate of $8 and 50 cents an hour, which is good for me, but no where near what you'd rely on as a full-time job. So, I'm a full-time college student, and part-time employee living at home. I'm working very hard to keep my head above water, and I refuse to fall into debt with school and such (I do pay for all of my tuition costs etc. etc.). So, if I can slowly build up my own money duirng school, keep all of my tuition and costs paid off, I will get out of school, debt free, and with all of the money my mom set aside for me for college in the first place. That means that as soon as I graduate (and hopefully find a job) I will have enough money saved up for the down payment on a house or a car, or something in order to really get my adult life started on a strong foot. And yeah... it sucks. It's hard. And I don't want to do it... But that's life, you know. Shit happens (see: title). I'm trying my best to keep this balance. I'll take as much shit as I have to to assure a strong and prosperous future for that of myself and those around me... However, these stupid mother fuckers are running around all willy-nilly thinking they can afford and apartment!!! Jake, Andrew, and now third party, Crabman, are going ahead an trying to get an apartment. Great! A place to hang out! A place that WE can make our own rules, our own hours, and live in our own style. BUT WAIT! What money do you have to pay for this place? I don't know... How are you guys gonna get around without a car or a bus pass? I don't know... How are you guys gonna split up bills, food, clothing? I don't know... Not to mention all of the extras and ammenities that we have all grown to know and love? I don't know... Collectively, they don't even make enough for rent, how are they gonna pay for the rest of it? Plus they all want to go to MATC in the fall. How? And with what money??? Not a single damn one of them have taken into accoutn that they will have to pay for every piece of food they eat. Every piece of clothing they wear, and every single bill: electricity, gas, water... Where is this money coming from?!?! Although, yes, I can only contest to Jake and Andrew's work situation, and based on that: They can't do it! Andrew works in cycles it seems where one week he is needed daily, and puts in nice 6-8 hour shifts, and some weeks where they don't need him at all. And Jake... I'm sorry, but T&D is NOT a good employer. Part time on the side sure. They are overworked, underpaid, and the hours are not only spotty, but terrible. And I'm sorry if I sound like a dick here but it's true. If you make less than $100 a month, YOU CAN NOT, and I repeat, CAN NOT afford to pay rent, even if you've got two other people pitching in! And lets say for instance that Crabman has an awesom job, steady hours, nice pay, and good job stability; it won't be long before he stops and realises 'hey, why the fuck am I paying for all of this and letting these two piggy back off of me'? Or, maybe his job is just like Andrew's and Jake's, in which Andrew (he's the only on eI'm sure of what he has banking wise, so he'll be my example) will have to tap into his savings. And it doesn't take a fuckin' economist or math matician to see that digging out of your savings month by month is not a good thing... I mean, for God's sake, can't they see that the money they are making won't cut it! Even if they tighten the belt, get really cheap and cut donw on everything, make every dollar go further... THEY STILL DON'T HAVE ENOUGH! I mean, everyone badger's Steve (mainly Jake), you've got money, a job, and a house full of stupid people, why don't you move out and come live with us. Um, 1. because he, much like myself, watches 8,000 dollars dissapear out of his bank account per year 2. Because he's doing the smart thing and saving money so as to accumulate more of it, and 3. He doesn't want to stop his current life style. The man has like 500 DVDs, plus goes to see hundreds of movies in theaters. You think he could keep up these movie statistics working part time at the library AND paying for food, clothing and rent??? I think not... I'm gonna try and cut myself off here because, well, NOBODY IS FUCKING LISTENING TO ME!!! Every time I try and bring up the fact that this won't work ,and all this about the lack of money, what happens? A jew joke? Some sort of Nazi and/or oven crack? How does that help you? Further more, how does that prove me wrong? And who knows, maybe out of fucking no where, this might work... but in my reality, it will be a few months before these three are misreable, broke, and hungry. and then what? Are they gonna let their pride go and go home? Not likely! Judging by the way they've been acting, they'd rather see themselves into the ground before admiting they were WRONG...
Sorry...
Anywho, I'm back and trying to stick to guns (that's a really gross saying...) and keep up with this here blog. I really do miss the days when I posted EVERY day. It was pretty cool. It was like Twitter, except less gay...
Okay, moving on. Yesterday went kinda like this. I woke up around noon, which is pretty well standard for me during the summer. However, I've got mixed feelings about it seeing as how it kills my whole day. Nonetheless, that's when I woke up. After that, i tried to get some stuff done before I was off to work. So, I ate and went online, trying to find out if any last minute strides were made to secure plans for that night, and, go figure, there really weren't. I did however get to talk to Drew about what may or may not be happening. You see, Smerz had been trying to arrange a movie night for the past few days, and so far other plans, or masturbation have made it so almost no one could go. I kinda wanted to go mainly because we haven't had a movie night in some time, plus we were gonna watch "Fanboys". So I made some pretty shotty plans with Drew once I got off work.
While at work, I did my best to keep busy. I was always up and moving around the building and I also had to take my totally lame training online (code yellow = a bomb threat). However, I soon got roped into 3 more hours of work. So I told the buiding supervisor, I'll work, if you let me leave right now to go grab supper. She didn't care, so I left and went to Pick n' Save for a BOSS (btw, $5 for a boss again with card. W00T!!!). I also called Drew to just tell him that when I got off at 8 I'd just call him. I also ran into my mom at Pick n' Save. So I had to stay at work an extra 3 hours, which really wasn't that bad.
Then, after I got off, I went home to drop all of my shit off and get ready to leave again. I had to eat some corn my mom had left out for me, and as I was eating that, I contacted Drew via facebook chat, and told him to come pick me up. Right before he came to my door, Kiwi calls saying that he and Jake were done, we should swing by T&D and pick them up. So as soon as Drew and Smerz showed up at my door, we headed on over there. Apparently, Kiwi didn't even work at all, he just stuck around and helped Jake every nowand again. So we stuck around for a bit (Drew and Kiwi raced... they have a small arcade there). We finally left again, and I pushed for us to pick up Jenny, despite the complete lack of room for another person in the car. So we went to Jenny's and Kiwi, Smerz and I all got out to go to her front door. Smerz,being the creeper that he is, decides he'd rather say "hello" through their front window, rather than going and knocking on the front door. So we asked for Jenny, and were met with the response that she was sleepy-bye. So, close to saying 'okay' and walking back to the car, Jenny rallied and we were invited to wait inside. Jenny walked around all zombie like for a few minutes as she got up and got ready to leave. It was nice to see her because I haven't seen her in AGES, while almost everyone has seen her at least once since the begining of summer (saaaaaaaaaaad face... well, sad face up until last night that is). So we all piled into the back seat and went to Smerz's. We sat around for a bit before Smerz popped in "Fanboys". Now, I first heard about "Fanboys" a few years ago back when it was going to be released in 06 (I believe). And when I first heard about it, I thought it sounded awesome, however, to be more realistic it probably wasn't. It had a plot where I was all lik "lol, that sounds like fun", but I more or less was thinking in my head, "This movie is gonna be a piece of indie shit, and blow hardcore". BUT. Here's the interesting part. That movie was awesome! It was every nerd's, every loser's, every geek's guilty pleasure movie with loads of guest stars and references to all sorts of pop-culture goodness. It was genuinely a great movie, and I had an awesome time watching it with the bros... and Jenny... Not that Jenny isn't cool and all, but she's not a bro. She could be... but I don't want her to be... Not because I'm sexiest or think she couldn't cut it as a bro, just that i hang out with so few woman, that I need some of the to stay woman... and not bros... does that make any sense? Well it does to me... So then after that we just sorta hung out for an hour or two watching random videos and telling stories of the past, before finally venturing off. I'm pretty sure we scared Jenny more on that ride home than we had the rest of the night. You see, we did a Drew run (which basically consists of driving by Drew's old house screaming Drew's name, as well as slanderous remarks about him (keep in mind it was about 1:30 in the morning)). Then we dropped Jenny off, then me, then... I don't know, I was at home. I tried to get to bed soon after I got home, but I was tossing and turning all night... it was not a comfortable sleep at all...
I had originally planned on waking up around 8 (I even set my alarm) because I start work at 12:30, and I totally needed to take a shower before work. This, however, did not happen... not at all. I woke up [finally] at 11:45... Wow, I am the laziest piece of shit ever... So I ate the left over bit of half of my boss (I cut it in half for yesterday and today, so I finished the half from yesterday that I hadn't finished... if that makes any more sense). Then I was off to work. I've been at work since than, and I'll be here for another two or so hours. But it's all good, it's just more money for me...
And speaking of money, I'm about to go on a rant here, that was spurred on by a member. Okay, so, I work about 20 hours a week during school, and soon to be about 30 during the summer. I work at a rate of $8 and 50 cents an hour, which is good for me, but no where near what you'd rely on as a full-time job. So, I'm a full-time college student, and part-time employee living at home. I'm working very hard to keep my head above water, and I refuse to fall into debt with school and such (I do pay for all of my tuition costs etc. etc.). So, if I can slowly build up my own money duirng school, keep all of my tuition and costs paid off, I will get out of school, debt free, and with all of the money my mom set aside for me for college in the first place. That means that as soon as I graduate (and hopefully find a job) I will have enough money saved up for the down payment on a house or a car, or something in order to really get my adult life started on a strong foot. And yeah... it sucks. It's hard. And I don't want to do it... But that's life, you know. Shit happens (see: title). I'm trying my best to keep this balance. I'll take as much shit as I have to to assure a strong and prosperous future for that of myself and those around me... However, these stupid mother fuckers are running around all willy-nilly thinking they can afford and apartment!!! Jake, Andrew, and now third party, Crabman, are going ahead an trying to get an apartment. Great! A place to hang out! A place that WE can make our own rules, our own hours, and live in our own style. BUT WAIT! What money do you have to pay for this place? I don't know... How are you guys gonna get around without a car or a bus pass? I don't know... How are you guys gonna split up bills, food, clothing? I don't know... Not to mention all of the extras and ammenities that we have all grown to know and love? I don't know... Collectively, they don't even make enough for rent, how are they gonna pay for the rest of it? Plus they all want to go to MATC in the fall. How? And with what money??? Not a single damn one of them have taken into accoutn that they will have to pay for every piece of food they eat. Every piece of clothing they wear, and every single bill: electricity, gas, water... Where is this money coming from?!?! Although, yes, I can only contest to Jake and Andrew's work situation, and based on that: They can't do it! Andrew works in cycles it seems where one week he is needed daily, and puts in nice 6-8 hour shifts, and some weeks where they don't need him at all. And Jake... I'm sorry, but T&D is NOT a good employer. Part time on the side sure. They are overworked, underpaid, and the hours are not only spotty, but terrible. And I'm sorry if I sound like a dick here but it's true. If you make less than $100 a month, YOU CAN NOT, and I repeat, CAN NOT afford to pay rent, even if you've got two other people pitching in! And lets say for instance that Crabman has an awesom job, steady hours, nice pay, and good job stability; it won't be long before he stops and realises 'hey, why the fuck am I paying for all of this and letting these two piggy back off of me'? Or, maybe his job is just like Andrew's and Jake's, in which Andrew (he's the only on eI'm sure of what he has banking wise, so he'll be my example) will have to tap into his savings. And it doesn't take a fuckin' economist or math matician to see that digging out of your savings month by month is not a good thing... I mean, for God's sake, can't they see that the money they are making won't cut it! Even if they tighten the belt, get really cheap and cut donw on everything, make every dollar go further... THEY STILL DON'T HAVE ENOUGH! I mean, everyone badger's Steve (mainly Jake), you've got money, a job, and a house full of stupid people, why don't you move out and come live with us. Um, 1. because he, much like myself, watches 8,000 dollars dissapear out of his bank account per year 2. Because he's doing the smart thing and saving money so as to accumulate more of it, and 3. He doesn't want to stop his current life style. The man has like 500 DVDs, plus goes to see hundreds of movies in theaters. You think he could keep up these movie statistics working part time at the library AND paying for food, clothing and rent??? I think not... I'm gonna try and cut myself off here because, well, NOBODY IS FUCKING LISTENING TO ME!!! Every time I try and bring up the fact that this won't work ,and all this about the lack of money, what happens? A jew joke? Some sort of Nazi and/or oven crack? How does that help you? Further more, how does that prove me wrong? And who knows, maybe out of fucking no where, this might work... but in my reality, it will be a few months before these three are misreable, broke, and hungry. and then what? Are they gonna let their pride go and go home? Not likely! Judging by the way they've been acting, they'd rather see themselves into the ground before admiting they were WRONG...
Monday, May 18, 2009
Oh My God, What Is That?... And Why Does It Smell???
So I've been up since 5:00 am... But lets not start there. Let's begin with Saturday night. Now, Saturday was my very first day of summer as I have FINALLY completed my first year of college. I can't say that I'm entirely pleased with my college experience thus far, but I will suffer well... Besides, that's neither here nor there.
So Saturday night was such a relief. True, there's TONS of shit still going on, but there's no more school... So I had work, only 3 hours though. I helped paint some windows and talked most of the time anyways. So then I went home and was met with an unwelcome barrage of words. Basically, my mom is stressed... really stressed... really really stressed... First, the bank she works at was robbed (while she was working mind you). So she's been dealing with that and the thought of three armed men screaming at her and her coworker and whether or not she's actually okay enough to return to work... and then our brand new refrigerator is NOT WORKING PROPERLY after literally 31 days of operation... so we allocated all of the perishable items (milk, cheese, etc.). So I helped her with things around the house before I pulled out stacks and stacks of tax papers to fill out my Financial Aid forms. That took longer than I would have liked, mainly because it's taxes... taxes suck. And when I was done with all that, I needed to hang out with the bros! so we all began the trek to Kiwi's. We ended making a pretty big detour because we saw MANY fire trucks pass us with ambulances etc. and we could smell/see smoke from many a block away. so after that short investigation, we headed to Kiwi's. We finished watching SNLs season finale. From the few skits we caught, it seemed pretty epic (as this entire season as being hailed as). then a little after midnight, Kiwi turned on AvH: Alien vs. Hunter. More and more these sci-fi moves do less to amuse and entertain me, and more of just piss me off and kill pieces of my insides... and not in a good way!!! So about 12:30 I got up and started my walk back home. I just got down the street before realizing I didn't have my house key. So, I called Jack to tell Andrew to meet me to give me his key so I could go home (Andrew spent the night at Kiwi's if that makes that make a little more sense...). So I finally got home and to bed around 2 am...
Yeah
So I was asleep until 5, when I woke up with an AWFUL tummy ache. I've been having a lot of these same kinds of tummy aches, but so far they've all occurred at the ends of the night so I fall asleep and let it fix itself while I sleep it off. But never have I woken up with it... So, I head to the bathroom and sit on the pot for a bit. Then I go back to bed. Roll around in pain. Then went back to the pot. I took a mad crazy shit then went back to bed. Okay, I got that out of me... time for my tummy to start feeling better right? WRONG! My tummy was still painful enough to prevent me from going back to bed, so I needed to find another solution here. So I settle for a bath. That's right. A warm bath. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, or why I thought it worked, but I had to do something. Before I got into the tub, I was literally shaking, and could hardly stand. The bath... was really helpful. I don't know why, but the warm water really calmed it. So I got out of the tub around 8-ish. I ate some plain toast and went back to bed. I popped in the second disk of Invader Zim (I'm on a crusade to finish all of my season dvds), and relaxed a little. Some time around 9am I drifted off to sleep and grabbed a 2 hour nap. From there I proceded to do a dance of waking up and falling back asleep. This happened a good 12 times before I finally got up and ate lunch. From there I finished some loose ends then got ready for work.
Work was pretty boring... I mean, it was a Sunday, and it was nice outside... Sooooooooooo it was a slow day. And the worst part is, yeas there's free time, but 8 hours on a lazy Sunday (yeah I did) such as this... it really drags. But finally, work came to a close and us employees rejoiced. It was finally time. Time to not only close up, but to also hit up Becca's. Yes, this is the same Becca I work with, and unknowingly confessed my love for a few times here in my blog. Well, yeah. She was throwin' a bumpin' house party because she is going on vaca to Africa this summer. She's goin' with the fam and living with relatives for the next 3 months. She will be missed, but this will be a great experience for her. But yeah. It was party time. Her house was AWESOME!!! I met some of her family and said hi to her cousin (I know him... but not in a creepy way or anything!!!). There was about 10 or so people there in the basement (I only knew Theresa (who gave me a ride there) and John (another building supervisor... he's kind of a dick) and of course Becca). Nevertheless it was pretty fun. Yohan came (I don't care if I spelt that right, he's weird as Hell anyways), which offered some cheap laughs. And then I started talking to one of Becca's friends. He was pretty cool. We hit it off pretty well (I'm not gay!). We talked about art, music, movies, etc. etc., and Yohan jumped in with long drown out stories and tidbits of his books and such. So at about 11, Becca finally said "I'm going to Africa in a few hours, get the fuck out of my house"... Well, not in those exact words... no... you know what, we'll just stick with that. So Theresa and I left again. Well, no not at first. After she got to the car, she realized she didn't have her phone, so I called her and we looked for it. After finding nothing, we headed back to work. We found her phone and then we walked around the building for a bit. That place is so creepy with the lights off and nobody there. So then she drove me home, and I came up here. And now as the time is about quarter after 1, I decided to leave you all with this tasty morsel: a blog post! Good night.
So Saturday night was such a relief. True, there's TONS of shit still going on, but there's no more school... So I had work, only 3 hours though. I helped paint some windows and talked most of the time anyways. So then I went home and was met with an unwelcome barrage of words. Basically, my mom is stressed... really stressed... really really stressed... First, the bank she works at was robbed (while she was working mind you). So she's been dealing with that and the thought of three armed men screaming at her and her coworker and whether or not she's actually okay enough to return to work... and then our brand new refrigerator is NOT WORKING PROPERLY after literally 31 days of operation... so we allocated all of the perishable items (milk, cheese, etc.). So I helped her with things around the house before I pulled out stacks and stacks of tax papers to fill out my Financial Aid forms. That took longer than I would have liked, mainly because it's taxes... taxes suck. And when I was done with all that, I needed to hang out with the bros! so we all began the trek to Kiwi's. We ended making a pretty big detour because we saw MANY fire trucks pass us with ambulances etc. and we could smell/see smoke from many a block away. so after that short investigation, we headed to Kiwi's. We finished watching SNLs season finale. From the few skits we caught, it seemed pretty epic (as this entire season as being hailed as). then a little after midnight, Kiwi turned on AvH: Alien vs. Hunter. More and more these sci-fi moves do less to amuse and entertain me, and more of just piss me off and kill pieces of my insides... and not in a good way!!! So about 12:30 I got up and started my walk back home. I just got down the street before realizing I didn't have my house key. So, I called Jack to tell Andrew to meet me to give me his key so I could go home (Andrew spent the night at Kiwi's if that makes that make a little more sense...). So I finally got home and to bed around 2 am...
Yeah
So I was asleep until 5, when I woke up with an AWFUL tummy ache. I've been having a lot of these same kinds of tummy aches, but so far they've all occurred at the ends of the night so I fall asleep and let it fix itself while I sleep it off. But never have I woken up with it... So, I head to the bathroom and sit on the pot for a bit. Then I go back to bed. Roll around in pain. Then went back to the pot. I took a mad crazy shit then went back to bed. Okay, I got that out of me... time for my tummy to start feeling better right? WRONG! My tummy was still painful enough to prevent me from going back to bed, so I needed to find another solution here. So I settle for a bath. That's right. A warm bath. I don't know what I was thinking at the time, or why I thought it worked, but I had to do something. Before I got into the tub, I was literally shaking, and could hardly stand. The bath... was really helpful. I don't know why, but the warm water really calmed it. So I got out of the tub around 8-ish. I ate some plain toast and went back to bed. I popped in the second disk of Invader Zim (I'm on a crusade to finish all of my season dvds), and relaxed a little. Some time around 9am I drifted off to sleep and grabbed a 2 hour nap. From there I proceded to do a dance of waking up and falling back asleep. This happened a good 12 times before I finally got up and ate lunch. From there I finished some loose ends then got ready for work.
Work was pretty boring... I mean, it was a Sunday, and it was nice outside... Sooooooooooo it was a slow day. And the worst part is, yeas there's free time, but 8 hours on a lazy Sunday (yeah I did) such as this... it really drags. But finally, work came to a close and us employees rejoiced. It was finally time. Time to not only close up, but to also hit up Becca's. Yes, this is the same Becca I work with, and unknowingly confessed my love for a few times here in my blog. Well, yeah. She was throwin' a bumpin' house party because she is going on vaca to Africa this summer. She's goin' with the fam and living with relatives for the next 3 months. She will be missed, but this will be a great experience for her. But yeah. It was party time. Her house was AWESOME!!! I met some of her family and said hi to her cousin (I know him... but not in a creepy way or anything!!!). There was about 10 or so people there in the basement (I only knew Theresa (who gave me a ride there) and John (another building supervisor... he's kind of a dick) and of course Becca). Nevertheless it was pretty fun. Yohan came (I don't care if I spelt that right, he's weird as Hell anyways), which offered some cheap laughs. And then I started talking to one of Becca's friends. He was pretty cool. We hit it off pretty well (I'm not gay!). We talked about art, music, movies, etc. etc., and Yohan jumped in with long drown out stories and tidbits of his books and such. So at about 11, Becca finally said "I'm going to Africa in a few hours, get the fuck out of my house"... Well, not in those exact words... no... you know what, we'll just stick with that. So Theresa and I left again. Well, no not at first. After she got to the car, she realized she didn't have her phone, so I called her and we looked for it. After finding nothing, we headed back to work. We found her phone and then we walked around the building for a bit. That place is so creepy with the lights off and nobody there. So then she drove me home, and I came up here. And now as the time is about quarter after 1, I decided to leave you all with this tasty morsel: a blog post! Good night.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Hey Look! It's New!
Yeah, so I've been tossing around the idea of scraping my blog and moving on with my life (Which I've been trying to do for the past few weeks now). Ans yes, I even changed my blogs description to reflect that fact that I don't wanna waste more time writing about stupid shit that happened during my day (although I have been coontemplating creating an anthology of funny stories from my life. I've got a lot of them...) But I've just got to get this out there somehow...
So today is Friday. I've got 2 classes than work. I was invited to a protest march downtown in order to protest some sort of immigrant rights etc. etc. (oh, btw, happy mayday!). However, I'm afraid I'm skipping the march to instead finish homework and not miss my second class.
But this is where things got weird. I was sitting down watching the latest episode of Heroes (I worked this past Monday), when this older gentleman walked up to me. Now, I'm sitting on an offshoot hallway of the major eatery area of the union, so I'm pretty secluded. He started talking, and I asked him to repeat himself as I paused my show and took out an earbud. He then proceeded to come closer to me and ask if I had a minute for him to talk to me. I saw him figiting with a small pamphlet in his hand, so I knew what he was gonna talk about... Jesus. So [regretably] I said yes and he sat down next to me. I knew somehting was wrong when he asked me if I wanted any coffee (I'm pretty sure he was talking about HIS coffee that he was holding in his hand), I declined 1) because I don't like coffee and 2) because the bitch was probably trying to drug me. So then he brought out his fruity bible pamphlet and started writing on it. What the fuck?!?!? Just give me the shit, tell me Jesus loves me and walk away! But he didn't... He finished writing his name, phone number, and e-mail. Then he said, okay, we're going to read this together... WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! At this poitn I was like: no no no, something's not right. So I said to him, oh, well I'm a little busy, could you just leave it with me, and I'll read it in my spare time, but he said no, and that we could read it together. He started, and traded it off to me for the next paragraph. He kept telling me to read it outloud and that he'd love to hear my voice, but I kept declining telling him I'd really rather not. this went on until the small hand out was completed. And when it was over he kept going on and on about how I have to let God in my heart and cry outloud 'Lord come in my life' and stupid shit like that. He then invited me to some Jesusfreak get togethers where he and I could go get coffee and talk about the Lord. Okay... No... But then he kept talkign saying we didn't have to go out for coffee if I didn't want to, and that we could go grab lunch... or dinner some time... WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Is this man trying to seduce me? He's like a billion years old and obsessed with Jesus (Note- he did tell me multiple times that he was 60). And he just wouldn't stop talking!!! All this nonsence about how he feels that I've let God into my heart, and I'm filled with light. Whoa, careful buddy, I don't know what you're thinking, but you're not gonna be filling me with anything!!! I kept looking around to make sure if I need to get this fucker out here, I could. Then he just kept talking! GO AWAY! And then he again invited me to get togethers once a week during the summer. I said no. Theh he- I said no. And one more time he- I said no. So he let me keep his lame pamphlet with his name and number on it (don't worry, they'll be listed at the end) and told me to wrestle anyone if they try to take it from me, and I gave him my e-mail address so he could keep me up to date on Jesus (just my school one. I figured I could e-mail campus security and give them this guys info). He FINALLY left and I was more than relieved... But then he came back and said he remembered why he had come this way in the first place! He 'wanted to get a donut'. WHAT FUCKING DONUT YOU'RE GOING TO THE END OF A HALL, THERE ARE NO FUCKING DONUTS!!! So he offered to get me a donut, saying that the ones with raspberry filling are really good. NO!!! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU SCAREY ASS JESUSFREAK!!! So he FINALLY left AGIAN.
Then I washed my hands.
Just incase you need 'spiritual' guidance:
Ray- (414) 510-2526
raymondkingdom@gmail.com
So today is Friday. I've got 2 classes than work. I was invited to a protest march downtown in order to protest some sort of immigrant rights etc. etc. (oh, btw, happy mayday!). However, I'm afraid I'm skipping the march to instead finish homework and not miss my second class.
But this is where things got weird. I was sitting down watching the latest episode of Heroes (I worked this past Monday), when this older gentleman walked up to me. Now, I'm sitting on an offshoot hallway of the major eatery area of the union, so I'm pretty secluded. He started talking, and I asked him to repeat himself as I paused my show and took out an earbud. He then proceeded to come closer to me and ask if I had a minute for him to talk to me. I saw him figiting with a small pamphlet in his hand, so I knew what he was gonna talk about... Jesus. So [regretably] I said yes and he sat down next to me. I knew somehting was wrong when he asked me if I wanted any coffee (I'm pretty sure he was talking about HIS coffee that he was holding in his hand), I declined 1) because I don't like coffee and 2) because the bitch was probably trying to drug me. So then he brought out his fruity bible pamphlet and started writing on it. What the fuck?!?!? Just give me the shit, tell me Jesus loves me and walk away! But he didn't... He finished writing his name, phone number, and e-mail. Then he said, okay, we're going to read this together... WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! At this poitn I was like: no no no, something's not right. So I said to him, oh, well I'm a little busy, could you just leave it with me, and I'll read it in my spare time, but he said no, and that we could read it together. He started, and traded it off to me for the next paragraph. He kept telling me to read it outloud and that he'd love to hear my voice, but I kept declining telling him I'd really rather not. this went on until the small hand out was completed. And when it was over he kept going on and on about how I have to let God in my heart and cry outloud 'Lord come in my life' and stupid shit like that. He then invited me to some Jesusfreak get togethers where he and I could go get coffee and talk about the Lord. Okay... No... But then he kept talkign saying we didn't have to go out for coffee if I didn't want to, and that we could go grab lunch... or dinner some time... WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Is this man trying to seduce me? He's like a billion years old and obsessed with Jesus (Note- he did tell me multiple times that he was 60). And he just wouldn't stop talking!!! All this nonsence about how he feels that I've let God into my heart, and I'm filled with light. Whoa, careful buddy, I don't know what you're thinking, but you're not gonna be filling me with anything!!! I kept looking around to make sure if I need to get this fucker out here, I could. Then he just kept talking! GO AWAY! And then he again invited me to get togethers once a week during the summer. I said no. Theh he- I said no. And one more time he- I said no. So he let me keep his lame pamphlet with his name and number on it (don't worry, they'll be listed at the end) and told me to wrestle anyone if they try to take it from me, and I gave him my e-mail address so he could keep me up to date on Jesus (just my school one. I figured I could e-mail campus security and give them this guys info). He FINALLY left and I was more than relieved... But then he came back and said he remembered why he had come this way in the first place! He 'wanted to get a donut'. WHAT FUCKING DONUT YOU'RE GOING TO THE END OF A HALL, THERE ARE NO FUCKING DONUTS!!! So he offered to get me a donut, saying that the ones with raspberry filling are really good. NO!!! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU SCAREY ASS JESUSFREAK!!! So he FINALLY left AGIAN.
Then I washed my hands.
Just incase you need 'spiritual' guidance:
Ray- (414) 510-2526
raymondkingdom@gmail.com
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