It's almost 4. I bought sour patch kids from Rite-Aid. They continue with their never ending streak of causing me great happiness and pain when I eat them. Same with tooth whitening. No wait never mind that's just painful.
I am glad it's Thursday friend. I've got plans tonight. And by plans I mean I'll be home alone, probably drinking wine (it's the only thing I can drink alone and still feel classy while doing so), watching my shows on the tellie, and eating chicken nuggets. It's every six-year-old alcoholic's dream.
Don't feel sorry for me yet. I will probably be cleaning beforehand.
Aaaaaand now you can feel sorry for me.
But it's cool. I'm ok with it. It's just preparing me for life when I become a crazy cat lady who yells at the neighborhood kids. Why do I yell at them? Well, my family has a history of getting crotchity as they age plus those damn kids were probably messing with my flower beds.
In other news, I feel that I need a nemesis. I don't know why that has suddenly popped into my head. it might be because I've been watching a lot more of "Be Good Johnny Weir" and his constant mention of how much he hates Evan Lysachek. I used to have one when my older sister was dating a guy who wanted to change his last name to Wolf because he loved the animal so much, but he wasn't worthy of my ire. He also couldn't handle himself in a battle of the bits, and I'm saying that in the kindest way possible.
But now he's gone, and I have no one. Any takers?
Ok, the sugar might have definitely been responsible for this crazy ass post. Yeah, I'm putting full blame on the Sour Patch Kids. There is not one drop of sweetness in their boneless bodies.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Kind of wish I had a window to daydream out of. Well, not kind of. I do wish that.
Happy Tuesday to you one.
It is currently 12 o'clock pm and I can let you worriers know that I have had an efficient last two hours. I got to work, set up, forgot to put the money in the drawer (again...damn it), printed out the online orders, and listened to the messages. That took about 15 minutes. I have currently been on facebook for the other two hours. It was not a waste, I fed my workers and cleaned up my restaurant in Restaurant City, and I raced my pet society pet. She won twice. I would go on petville, but my flash player on this computer isn't upgraded. Roscoe will have to wait.
This is my life America. If you understood any of the games I just mentioned, this is your life too.
So...how about that healthcare? too soon?
Wow. This blog just got even more awkward than before.
Read any good books lately? I know I have. I finally got Steve Martin's book and it was good. He's a poet that one. Plus he got to work at Disneyland when he was 10! 10 years old! That's like every kid's dream! Stupid Child labor laws.
I also read "How Starbucks Saved my Life." I saw it in the discount bin at Barnes & Noble, and I had to laugh at the title, because as a former barista at a coffee shop similar to Starbucks (Coffee Bean), I'm pretty sure the store was trying to kill me. But whatever works for someone. It's about this guy who had a high paying job at some ad firm in New York that fired him after 25 years of loyalty. He had no money, and got a job at Starbucks when he was 64. God bless him is all I can say. I'm glad he got a job, and got along with his co-workers, and was a customer favorite, but the entire time I was reading that book, all I could see were the older people that worked with me at Coffee Bean. Older baristas were always the bane of my existence, especially if they were new. Once they got the hang of things or had been there for 7 years, they knew their strengths, and stuck to those things. But some of them just couldn't get it.
My first run-in was Sandy. Sandy started working at Coffee Bean when I was about a month in. She had previous experience as a manager in Dunkin' Donuts, which she clearly stated was nothing like the Bean. I was less jaded then, and relatively new myself, so I was nicer to her and I helped her when she had a problem, which was every five minutes. Normally, when someone gets hired, they start with coffees, then move onto learning the cold bar, then hot bar, then register. I can't remember ever seeing Sandy making a drink. We just put her on register, which is a lot easier, and hoped there wouldn't be a problem. Wrong. She was slow, and always pushed the wrong buttons. She never remembered how to get anywhere on the screen, and I would always have to come by and press return to get her away from the merchandise page (why was she there?). She was very grateful for my help, because everyone else had run out of patience with that woman. I'd be in their shoes in a few months. Even customers were beginning to tire of her mistakes, especially when she charged a guy for two espresso mint chip ice blendeds when all he asked for was an iced coffee. She quit after two weeks there. It was for the best. She actually got a job at Starbucks. I wonder how she did there.
My next person was Brenda. She was a 45 year old mom who had made a lot of mistakes in her past that ultimately led her to taking a job at Coffee Bean. Thankfully, I only had to work with her for two weeks, because I was on winter break from school and had agreed to work in Santa Barbara rather than stay at my Irvine Coffee Bean. She did not want to be on register. She wanted to work the bar with me. I had to remake several drinks every day. I was glad to leave after my break was up. My sister worked with her for much longer, and always had a Brenda story to tell me thant normally ended with "I swear I was going to kill her."
But the one person who keeps popping up into my head is Joaquin. Oh Joaquin. He used to come into our Irvine store and routinely ask for an application, only for us to tell him he had to apply online. Finally, he followed our directions and eventually got the job. I had to work with him a lot because we both had morning availability. Sad to say, I did lose my patience with him many times, especially when I had to repeat instructions to him over and over because he either had bad hearing or just liked to ignore me. He took a long time to get certfied. I'm not sure he ever was correctly cettified either. I think Randy just gave up and passed him. It was definitely 3 or 4 months after he started. I got certified in less than a week.
At the time, I felt justified for my ire for his incompetence, but now I feel bad. Just because making drinks and ringing up the register came easily to me didn't mean that it was that way for everyone. In the book, the guy gave us a timeline of his months at the store, and I noticed he didn't even start on the register until he was a month in. He just cleaned the entire time. And he didn't even make drink until 4 months later. So I could see a lot of him in Joaquin. But this guy came from a major job. Joaquin did not. and I think something wasn't right with him, which of course makes me feel even worse for my behavior. (If you hate me a lot right now, let me give you a scenario with Joaquin. We got a new ice blended flavor called Pina Colada, and he added the syrup to his hot drink, even though we told him it wasn't supposed to be mixed with coffee. He dumped it out and looked at us with amazement, like he didn't think it would taste gross. Plus, he used to get really worried about our lightbulbs, and would start to change them during the rush.) Customrer were a little scared of him. He was small, and would pop up behind the pastry case when they were looking at it and ask if they needed any help.
I don't know if he's still working there. He was when I left there a year and a half ago.
Btu not every older employee was like these people. Lourdes, at my last store had been there forever. She was excellent on the register, she would even help me out when I accidentally pressed the wrong amount button and couldn't think of how much actual change I was supposed to give them. And she could make drinks. She didn't do it very often, but she could handle herself on the bar. Plus she'd make all the guys I worked with feel uncomfortable whenever she said something dirty, and I can always appreciate that.
So I guess that's my story. I really can't judge people that need any kind of job to survive, because that's what I was doing once I graduated from college. Still doing that now, but of course, I do want to be an actor, and a lot of my success is usually left up to fate. well, we'll talk about my future later.
It is currently 12 o'clock pm and I can let you worriers know that I have had an efficient last two hours. I got to work, set up, forgot to put the money in the drawer (again...damn it), printed out the online orders, and listened to the messages. That took about 15 minutes. I have currently been on facebook for the other two hours. It was not a waste, I fed my workers and cleaned up my restaurant in Restaurant City, and I raced my pet society pet. She won twice. I would go on petville, but my flash player on this computer isn't upgraded. Roscoe will have to wait.
This is my life America. If you understood any of the games I just mentioned, this is your life too.
So...how about that healthcare? too soon?
Wow. This blog just got even more awkward than before.
Read any good books lately? I know I have. I finally got Steve Martin's book and it was good. He's a poet that one. Plus he got to work at Disneyland when he was 10! 10 years old! That's like every kid's dream! Stupid Child labor laws.
I also read "How Starbucks Saved my Life." I saw it in the discount bin at Barnes & Noble, and I had to laugh at the title, because as a former barista at a coffee shop similar to Starbucks (Coffee Bean), I'm pretty sure the store was trying to kill me. But whatever works for someone. It's about this guy who had a high paying job at some ad firm in New York that fired him after 25 years of loyalty. He had no money, and got a job at Starbucks when he was 64. God bless him is all I can say. I'm glad he got a job, and got along with his co-workers, and was a customer favorite, but the entire time I was reading that book, all I could see were the older people that worked with me at Coffee Bean. Older baristas were always the bane of my existence, especially if they were new. Once they got the hang of things or had been there for 7 years, they knew their strengths, and stuck to those things. But some of them just couldn't get it.
My first run-in was Sandy. Sandy started working at Coffee Bean when I was about a month in. She had previous experience as a manager in Dunkin' Donuts, which she clearly stated was nothing like the Bean. I was less jaded then, and relatively new myself, so I was nicer to her and I helped her when she had a problem, which was every five minutes. Normally, when someone gets hired, they start with coffees, then move onto learning the cold bar, then hot bar, then register. I can't remember ever seeing Sandy making a drink. We just put her on register, which is a lot easier, and hoped there wouldn't be a problem. Wrong. She was slow, and always pushed the wrong buttons. She never remembered how to get anywhere on the screen, and I would always have to come by and press return to get her away from the merchandise page (why was she there?). She was very grateful for my help, because everyone else had run out of patience with that woman. I'd be in their shoes in a few months. Even customers were beginning to tire of her mistakes, especially when she charged a guy for two espresso mint chip ice blendeds when all he asked for was an iced coffee. She quit after two weeks there. It was for the best. She actually got a job at Starbucks. I wonder how she did there.
My next person was Brenda. She was a 45 year old mom who had made a lot of mistakes in her past that ultimately led her to taking a job at Coffee Bean. Thankfully, I only had to work with her for two weeks, because I was on winter break from school and had agreed to work in Santa Barbara rather than stay at my Irvine Coffee Bean. She did not want to be on register. She wanted to work the bar with me. I had to remake several drinks every day. I was glad to leave after my break was up. My sister worked with her for much longer, and always had a Brenda story to tell me thant normally ended with "I swear I was going to kill her."
But the one person who keeps popping up into my head is Joaquin. Oh Joaquin. He used to come into our Irvine store and routinely ask for an application, only for us to tell him he had to apply online. Finally, he followed our directions and eventually got the job. I had to work with him a lot because we both had morning availability. Sad to say, I did lose my patience with him many times, especially when I had to repeat instructions to him over and over because he either had bad hearing or just liked to ignore me. He took a long time to get certfied. I'm not sure he ever was correctly cettified either. I think Randy just gave up and passed him. It was definitely 3 or 4 months after he started. I got certified in less than a week.
At the time, I felt justified for my ire for his incompetence, but now I feel bad. Just because making drinks and ringing up the register came easily to me didn't mean that it was that way for everyone. In the book, the guy gave us a timeline of his months at the store, and I noticed he didn't even start on the register until he was a month in. He just cleaned the entire time. And he didn't even make drink until 4 months later. So I could see a lot of him in Joaquin. But this guy came from a major job. Joaquin did not. and I think something wasn't right with him, which of course makes me feel even worse for my behavior. (If you hate me a lot right now, let me give you a scenario with Joaquin. We got a new ice blended flavor called Pina Colada, and he added the syrup to his hot drink, even though we told him it wasn't supposed to be mixed with coffee. He dumped it out and looked at us with amazement, like he didn't think it would taste gross. Plus, he used to get really worried about our lightbulbs, and would start to change them during the rush.) Customrer were a little scared of him. He was small, and would pop up behind the pastry case when they were looking at it and ask if they needed any help.
I don't know if he's still working there. He was when I left there a year and a half ago.
Btu not every older employee was like these people. Lourdes, at my last store had been there forever. She was excellent on the register, she would even help me out when I accidentally pressed the wrong amount button and couldn't think of how much actual change I was supposed to give them. And she could make drinks. She didn't do it very often, but she could handle herself on the bar. Plus she'd make all the guys I worked with feel uncomfortable whenever she said something dirty, and I can always appreciate that.
So I guess that's my story. I really can't judge people that need any kind of job to survive, because that's what I was doing once I graduated from college. Still doing that now, but of course, I do want to be an actor, and a lot of my success is usually left up to fate. well, we'll talk about my future later.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Working Saturdays too...
I'm so bored I can't think of anything to write.
Well then, in honor of this boring day, I am forced to do my rendition of MTV's hit show "16 and Pregnant," aka the best show on that channel, all written down for you smarties to read.
Hi. I'm a girl who is supposed to be relatable to all the viewers out there, except I'm predominantly southern in a rural area. I like to start the episode off highlighting the things I'm good at. I usually like saying things like "smart" "daddy's girl" or some kind of school activity I'm heavily involved in. but guess what? I'm pregnant. SHOCKER!
Cut to me and my huge belly that for some reason I love to show off even though it's highly unappealing.
Now my mom and I are talking about how they found out about the pregnancy, but we'll just act like it's something we normally discuss 8 months in to the term and not something the producers prodded us to talk about.
Oh, Wait! Let's not forget the man of the hour! my creepster boyfriend who is always a lot older than me and/or a highschool dropout. I love him but my family doesn't. And even though he keeps breaking up with me and cheating on me, I don't know why everyone hates him. He can be really sweet at the beginning of the episode, even though you can see in his eyes he's always looking for a way out. Now you can watch me try to keep him in the baby's life throughout the episode.
Cut to me and my friends playing with the baby clothes. Obligatory virgin friend has to ask me "so, did you use any protection?" to which I say no. Of course not! I like to tempt fate. follow this up with an eyeroll from the friend.
cut to me texting while getting a sonogram. My boyfriend was supposed to be there.
Now I'm at school. People are staring. Scandalous!
My boyfriend didn't hang out with me again. Now my faith in him is beginning to waver.
(insert a horrible sketching of the last shot of me)
Now i'm getting labor pains and I'm being shuttled to the hospital. A few more voiceovers about hours in labor, and then you see me looking horrible pushing the kid out. There are a ton of people in the room. You'd think I'd feel awkward about that. (Enter agonizing scream in here.) Then we see my baby all bloody and gross, then the camera cuts to me in a daze because of the drugs they gave me.
(insert horrible tracing of the baby and the name scribbled above. Often a made up one that I think sounds cool but it's really not.)
Now here I am a few weeks after. Having a baby is hard. You have to be around them all day long! I just want to go back to being a normal kid. This is hard. I'm going to make my mom take care of the baby. Oh yeah, and the father? I haven't seen him since he got into a fight with my mom or dad at the hospital. Wait, he just came to visit. Oh now he's off to party and leave me alone. WTF? I thought he would change into a loving and caring person once I had this kid. Why didn't that happen? I'm confused. Now I'll send him a million texts.
So now I'm all alone cause my ex-boyfriend has blocked my number. I still have to graduate, but I still have this kid. UGH! this is harder than I thought.
End with me recording myself at an unflattering angle talking about how this was not at all like I expected.
End with another horrible tracing, left on during the credits, hoping that the audience will see this episode and vow to never let themselves get pregnant in high school.
the end.
don't judge me.
Well then, in honor of this boring day, I am forced to do my rendition of MTV's hit show "16 and Pregnant," aka the best show on that channel, all written down for you smarties to read.
Hi. I'm a girl who is supposed to be relatable to all the viewers out there, except I'm predominantly southern in a rural area. I like to start the episode off highlighting the things I'm good at. I usually like saying things like "smart" "daddy's girl" or some kind of school activity I'm heavily involved in. but guess what? I'm pregnant. SHOCKER!
Cut to me and my huge belly that for some reason I love to show off even though it's highly unappealing.
Now my mom and I are talking about how they found out about the pregnancy, but we'll just act like it's something we normally discuss 8 months in to the term and not something the producers prodded us to talk about.
Oh, Wait! Let's not forget the man of the hour! my creepster boyfriend who is always a lot older than me and/or a highschool dropout. I love him but my family doesn't. And even though he keeps breaking up with me and cheating on me, I don't know why everyone hates him. He can be really sweet at the beginning of the episode, even though you can see in his eyes he's always looking for a way out. Now you can watch me try to keep him in the baby's life throughout the episode.
Cut to me and my friends playing with the baby clothes. Obligatory virgin friend has to ask me "so, did you use any protection?" to which I say no. Of course not! I like to tempt fate. follow this up with an eyeroll from the friend.
cut to me texting while getting a sonogram. My boyfriend was supposed to be there.
Now I'm at school. People are staring. Scandalous!
My boyfriend didn't hang out with me again. Now my faith in him is beginning to waver.
(insert a horrible sketching of the last shot of me)
Now i'm getting labor pains and I'm being shuttled to the hospital. A few more voiceovers about hours in labor, and then you see me looking horrible pushing the kid out. There are a ton of people in the room. You'd think I'd feel awkward about that. (Enter agonizing scream in here.) Then we see my baby all bloody and gross, then the camera cuts to me in a daze because of the drugs they gave me.
(insert horrible tracing of the baby and the name scribbled above. Often a made up one that I think sounds cool but it's really not.)
Now here I am a few weeks after. Having a baby is hard. You have to be around them all day long! I just want to go back to being a normal kid. This is hard. I'm going to make my mom take care of the baby. Oh yeah, and the father? I haven't seen him since he got into a fight with my mom or dad at the hospital. Wait, he just came to visit. Oh now he's off to party and leave me alone. WTF? I thought he would change into a loving and caring person once I had this kid. Why didn't that happen? I'm confused. Now I'll send him a million texts.
So now I'm all alone cause my ex-boyfriend has blocked my number. I still have to graduate, but I still have this kid. UGH! this is harder than I thought.
End with me recording myself at an unflattering angle talking about how this was not at all like I expected.
End with another horrible tracing, left on during the credits, hoping that the audience will see this episode and vow to never let themselves get pregnant in high school.
the end.
don't judge me.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
From my brain to yours
Random thoughts at 3:45:
I woke up this morning with "girls just wanna have fun" stuck in my head. Current song: "somebody to love"
why are creepy people the most confident?
Why are motorcycles so loud? followup question: why do they rev their engines right by my office window?
A lot of the mothers on 16 and pregnant are very unnattractive.
I think my cat has seperation anxiety. He keeps trying to sleep as close to my face as possible. Or on my back. I don't know why but he needs to stop.
A guy started talking to me about his band last night. He told me to check out his myspace page. Myspace is dead. To any of you that never got the memo about 3 years ago, I feel the need to be your messenger.
If I see someone with bulging eyes, I can't help but assume that they are crazy. I'm always right so far.
Are kilts Irish? or is it just a Scottish thing?
Cider is delicious and I don't care if you judge me for drinking it in a bar.
I need more hobbies.
I woke up this morning with "girls just wanna have fun" stuck in my head. Current song: "somebody to love"
why are creepy people the most confident?
Why are motorcycles so loud? followup question: why do they rev their engines right by my office window?
A lot of the mothers on 16 and pregnant are very unnattractive.
I think my cat has seperation anxiety. He keeps trying to sleep as close to my face as possible. Or on my back. I don't know why but he needs to stop.
A guy started talking to me about his band last night. He told me to check out his myspace page. Myspace is dead. To any of you that never got the memo about 3 years ago, I feel the need to be your messenger.
If I see someone with bulging eyes, I can't help but assume that they are crazy. I'm always right so far.
Are kilts Irish? or is it just a Scottish thing?
Cider is delicious and I don't care if you judge me for drinking it in a bar.
I need more hobbies.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Bored at Work Agenda
So, I'm back to work. The weather is mocking me outside. It's so nice. And hot too. I was starting to sweat on my mini-journey from my car to the theater.
Fun story today. One man lost his wallet and believed he left it in the theater after Sunday's show. It's amazing how people are always losing such important things. We always get calls from people looking for cell phones and wallets. Or extremely valuable shawls that have both sentimental value as well as price value. True story.
So I went to the lost and found to look for this man's wallet. It was not there. I went back to tell said man of his misfortune. Man did not believe me. I swore that I looked thoroughly, but he could leave his name and number in case it turned up. Man asked if he could look for it himself. I explained that our cleaning crew searches after every show and puts everything in the lost and found and could not allow randoms to walk through our theater for funsies (insurance liability or something). Man mentioned he was a friend of the executive director's and he was going to call him to see if he could look around. Apparently man thought I was lying to him. I told him to go ahead. Man called friend. friend was not there. He got to my manager, who told him the exact same thing, and he looked for the wallet in area of where man believed to be sitting. Man forced to accept that.
People, I'm sorry that you are freaking out about your lost goodies, but for God's sake we are not lying to you. I'm not exercising any authority over you because I HAVE NONE. If you did lose stuff here, maybe a bad samaritan picked it up. that's why you have got to be careful with your valuables.
SO anyways, I decided I should do somethign worthwhile at work, and I found my first play from my playwrighting class and, after a year and some of putting it away and refusing to look at it, saved it on a file and am currently rewriting it. I hope it gets better. I've put it away for so long because I knew it sucked but I didn't know what to do to make it better. I guess I have a lot of time now to figure that out.
Some people just walked by wearing straw boater hats. Damn Tourists.
3 more hours of work to go.
Aaaaand I'm taking my lunch.
Fun story today. One man lost his wallet and believed he left it in the theater after Sunday's show. It's amazing how people are always losing such important things. We always get calls from people looking for cell phones and wallets. Or extremely valuable shawls that have both sentimental value as well as price value. True story.
So I went to the lost and found to look for this man's wallet. It was not there. I went back to tell said man of his misfortune. Man did not believe me. I swore that I looked thoroughly, but he could leave his name and number in case it turned up. Man asked if he could look for it himself. I explained that our cleaning crew searches after every show and puts everything in the lost and found and could not allow randoms to walk through our theater for funsies (insurance liability or something). Man mentioned he was a friend of the executive director's and he was going to call him to see if he could look around. Apparently man thought I was lying to him. I told him to go ahead. Man called friend. friend was not there. He got to my manager, who told him the exact same thing, and he looked for the wallet in area of where man believed to be sitting. Man forced to accept that.
People, I'm sorry that you are freaking out about your lost goodies, but for God's sake we are not lying to you. I'm not exercising any authority over you because I HAVE NONE. If you did lose stuff here, maybe a bad samaritan picked it up. that's why you have got to be careful with your valuables.
SO anyways, I decided I should do somethign worthwhile at work, and I found my first play from my playwrighting class and, after a year and some of putting it away and refusing to look at it, saved it on a file and am currently rewriting it. I hope it gets better. I've put it away for so long because I knew it sucked but I didn't know what to do to make it better. I guess I have a lot of time now to figure that out.
Some people just walked by wearing straw boater hats. Damn Tourists.
3 more hours of work to go.
Aaaaand I'm taking my lunch.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Pondering
As I was sitting in my car en route to work yesterday, I had a brief moment of nostalgia for when I was in high school. If you know me, you know that I don't look back on my teenage years with much joy. They weren't bad, but they weren't something I want to retun to ever again. I just remember a lot of awkwardness and naivete. Did I spell that correctly? This computer I'm on doesn't have spell check.
But what I did dwell on was the freedom, in a way, of being seventeen and not knowing any better. We were allowed to get away with being completely ridiculous and annoying to everyone around us because we were young. We could also do stupid things because we'd learn later on as we age that there is a shelf life for that behavior. I'm not saying that it makes people stop, but suddenly a prank could turn into a felony when cops are involved.
I do wish I took more advantage of behaving immaturely. It was fun when we were.
Yet, I do remember the downfalls, and it was not that fun. At all. We had so much to worry about. SATs(why were they so scary?), extracurricular activities, financial aid, college applications and accceptances/rejections. Not to mention there is nothing to do in santa barbara when you are underage, well, nothing legal. cops pull you over for some stupid reason just because they think you might be up to no good. Some peoples mothers (mine) want you home before 11:30, and you only have babysitting money to spend, which is not a lot, because the parents take advantage of your age and pay you 15 dollars for three hours looking after three kids. True story. You get the movies, which is overrun by junior high kids, and the mall, where you can't afford any of the clothes and are most likely to run into a teacher. Awkward.
I like being 23. I'm happy I can buy alcohol with my very own government-issued ID, even though I always get nervous when the clerk asks me, I don't know why. I never even had a fake one, so it's not a repercussion or anything. Older people still don't take me seriously. And I don't have a curfew.
I guess it's just a case of the grass is always greener.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to vandalize something.
But what I did dwell on was the freedom, in a way, of being seventeen and not knowing any better. We were allowed to get away with being completely ridiculous and annoying to everyone around us because we were young. We could also do stupid things because we'd learn later on as we age that there is a shelf life for that behavior. I'm not saying that it makes people stop, but suddenly a prank could turn into a felony when cops are involved.
I do wish I took more advantage of behaving immaturely. It was fun when we were.
Yet, I do remember the downfalls, and it was not that fun. At all. We had so much to worry about. SATs(why were they so scary?), extracurricular activities, financial aid, college applications and accceptances/rejections. Not to mention there is nothing to do in santa barbara when you are underage, well, nothing legal. cops pull you over for some stupid reason just because they think you might be up to no good. Some peoples mothers (mine) want you home before 11:30, and you only have babysitting money to spend, which is not a lot, because the parents take advantage of your age and pay you 15 dollars for three hours looking after three kids. True story. You get the movies, which is overrun by junior high kids, and the mall, where you can't afford any of the clothes and are most likely to run into a teacher. Awkward.
I like being 23. I'm happy I can buy alcohol with my very own government-issued ID, even though I always get nervous when the clerk asks me, I don't know why. I never even had a fake one, so it's not a repercussion or anything. Older people still don't take me seriously. And I don't have a curfew.
I guess it's just a case of the grass is always greener.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to vandalize something.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Stupid NBC
I used to like NBC. What was there not to like? It had all my favorite shows on there throughout the years. Will and Grace (seasons 2-4). Scrubs. The Office. 30 Rock. Parks and Recreation. SNL for like one year. The Biggest Loser whenever I want to feel inspired. But even I, an avid supporter, could not turn a blind eye to the fact that it has been spiraling down the drain, slowly but surely. (I personally blame Deal or No Deal, because even though it was immensely popular, it opened the door to crazier game shows that no one cares about.)
And then the whole Conan thing happened. That debacle almost caused me to pick up my metaphorical bags and leave NBC once and for all if I didn't have 30 Rock to worry about. It's so impressionable at this early stage. I didn't want to ruin it's ratings.
But I must say, NBC is truly attempting to push me out the door.
Why? You ask. (not really in a genuinely concerned tone, but more in the way when you feel like you have to ask because I'm going to tell you anyways.)
Three words. The Marriage Ref.
The show is terrible. It's pretty much taking a couple's insane problem and making fun of it, then voting for the winner. I know I'm not married, but isn't the general rule for a nuptial fight that no one ever wins? ever? You both keep holding on to your reasons for why you were right and continue to keep on fighting whenever a naive friend brings it up years later, right? Is that just my family?
I know it's an attempt to fill the mess that Jay Leno left at 10:00 but I swear to God I can't stand it. I think the produers are even aware of it, or they wouldn't have tempted Madonna out of her cave and make her endure human interaction as well as flourescent lighting to be on the show. Grasping at straws, man. Grasping at straws.
All I'm saying is that it's best for Jerry Seinfield to return to swimming in a money filled pool or whatever he did with his free time before he started creating reality shows.
And then the whole Conan thing happened. That debacle almost caused me to pick up my metaphorical bags and leave NBC once and for all if I didn't have 30 Rock to worry about. It's so impressionable at this early stage. I didn't want to ruin it's ratings.
But I must say, NBC is truly attempting to push me out the door.
Why? You ask. (not really in a genuinely concerned tone, but more in the way when you feel like you have to ask because I'm going to tell you anyways.)
Three words. The Marriage Ref.
The show is terrible. It's pretty much taking a couple's insane problem and making fun of it, then voting for the winner. I know I'm not married, but isn't the general rule for a nuptial fight that no one ever wins? ever? You both keep holding on to your reasons for why you were right and continue to keep on fighting whenever a naive friend brings it up years later, right? Is that just my family?
I know it's an attempt to fill the mess that Jay Leno left at 10:00 but I swear to God I can't stand it. I think the produers are even aware of it, or they wouldn't have tempted Madonna out of her cave and make her endure human interaction as well as flourescent lighting to be on the show. Grasping at straws, man. Grasping at straws.
All I'm saying is that it's best for Jerry Seinfield to return to swimming in a money filled pool or whatever he did with his free time before he started creating reality shows.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
You thought I was exaggerating
But if this is my third post in one day, you can imagine.
So, I work in the box office at the Lobero Theatre. It is Santa Barbara's oldest theatre, and it's haunted, so that's pretty cool. Anyways, it is a cool job. I pretty much answer phones and help people buy tickets, or I answer their questions, or I transfer them to someone who knows more than I do, or I transfer them to the higher ups, because that's who they were trying to call anyways.
I think only one person has called me today.
so, yes.
And I am aware my co-workers can read this. They know what's up. And they'll probably give me more work, but that's what I want.
In other news, we are going to start a bowling team, and we're trying to come up with names. I'm always looking for a reason to invent cheesy names, but so far all I've come up with is "the Lobowlos."
Sad.
We could also be "Bowling on the River."
or "the Bowlies." (like Bullies)
Secretly, I've always wanted to pay homage to the Disney Original Movie about bowling by naming my non-competetive team the Alley Cats. One day, world, one day.
I apologize. These are all terrible. I need something to do.
Ooh! Bowl Cuts.
yes? no? I'm done.
So, I work in the box office at the Lobero Theatre. It is Santa Barbara's oldest theatre, and it's haunted, so that's pretty cool. Anyways, it is a cool job. I pretty much answer phones and help people buy tickets, or I answer their questions, or I transfer them to someone who knows more than I do, or I transfer them to the higher ups, because that's who they were trying to call anyways.
I think only one person has called me today.
so, yes.
And I am aware my co-workers can read this. They know what's up. And they'll probably give me more work, but that's what I want.
In other news, we are going to start a bowling team, and we're trying to come up with names. I'm always looking for a reason to invent cheesy names, but so far all I've come up with is "the Lobowlos."
Sad.
We could also be "Bowling on the River."
or "the Bowlies." (like Bullies)
Secretly, I've always wanted to pay homage to the Disney Original Movie about bowling by naming my non-competetive team the Alley Cats. One day, world, one day.
I apologize. These are all terrible. I need something to do.
Ooh! Bowl Cuts.
yes? no? I'm done.
My favorite video
I hope this works. I love this video because I love watching people fall. And so do you. Don't deny it.
Helen Keller falling down
Helen Keller falling down
Hello You.
Hi, to the one of you out there. This is my new blog.
I will constantly be updating this because I work lots, but I do little. And I know that you out there have the same problem.
And I need to entertain myself. So why not do that while making your day as well?
Ok. Enjoy.
I will constantly be updating this because I work lots, but I do little. And I know that you out there have the same problem.
And I need to entertain myself. So why not do that while making your day as well?
Ok. Enjoy.
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