Saturday, August 10, 2002

Yesterday, the annoying 'dude' lady was terminated from Wal-Mart. The reason they gave her was: "We overhired. You were the newest." My personal opinion is that they didn't like her attempts at starting a rumor mill or her tattling on everyone for every little thing. Her tattling got a really nice person moved to a different department. Enough about work, let's talk about something important like intestinal pain. I've been having some really terrible pains in my stomach area, probably from the crap I've been consuming on a daily basis, but whatever it is it's making me feel sick. And now for something completely different:

Today's Conversation Topic:
What happens to people after high school?


My Answer:
When we're in high school, 50% of the day is automatically spent with friends or at least peers of the same age. Even if we don't feel strong bonds with those people, we're part of a subculture that functions very much like a separate community. Typically, we're surrounded by a decent percentage of the people we knew growing up through school, with the only exceptions being the ones that moved away. Where am I going with all of this? In the end, it boils down to a rite of growing up. To live, by my definition, includes working with people we may or may not like or know. This particularly holds true for the majority of us that don't have an extremely firm grasp on our own destiny. After all, if we could choose to work where we wanted and with whom we wanted, I'd say that we had a great deal of personal control and happiness. The 2nd side of the coin is this: Most people tend to leave plutonic friendship somewhat behind after high school. Sure it might still be there, but it seems weaker because our romantic interests focus on being with one person. Sure some people will argue that they think about more than one person, but for most people, their decisions aren't based strictly on their own views and needs. Rather, the decisions are made based on the common interests of both persons. This can be somewhat detrimental to the way we continue to develop as people. Our own personal goals can be compromised, thus leaving part of the life-long dream of self-fulfillment to be sacrificed. Growing up is a bitch. Thoughts?

Friday, August 09, 2002

Among the DVDs I picked up today... Lord of the Rings, Resident Evil (for Den), Dogtown and Z-Boys. The price was right on all the DVDs. With any luck, Ryan would like to see Dogtown and Z-Boys. That way, I have somebody to watch it with. For some reason, I don't think Kristina would be too interested in seeing it (I could be wrong). I got a raise at work and went home early last night. It's always nice to get an extra $0.28 per hour. Tony and I stayed up way-too-late playing NES games on his Dreamcast, watching FLCL, and Japanese TV commercials. We noticed that during the Lupin movie, there must have been like 30 beer commercials... Our conclusion? They must think that the demographic for the Lupin shows is a bunch of boozers. I will be working 5-11 on Fri and Sat, 2-11 on Sun, and 5-11 on Mon. I'll have Tues, Wed, and FRIDAY off. Anybody want to hookup?

Thursday, August 08, 2002

Den's box of goodies arrived today. Among the assortment was:

  • Hello Kitty World Cup Commemorative Pin
  • Hello Kitty Travel Tissue with Dispenser
  • Hello Kitty Ziplock-style Pencil Bag
  • Hello Kitty Hand Mirror
  • Hello Kitty Chopsticks
  • Hello Kitty Eraser
  • Flyer from Miyazaki Museum
  • Souvenir Button from the Miyazaki Museum
  • Lupin III: Episode 0 (brand new TV movie ... with commercials!)
  • Lupin III: Castle of Cagliostro Playstation Game (never opened!)
  • Mini-shitajiki from an unknown (to me) series
  • UFO Catchers from Pikmin and Inuyasha

Den is a great guy, he sends the coolest stuff. I really hope that one day I'll get to meet him in person. Lupin III: Episode 0 is excellent. It's really nice to see how the gang met, and even though I don't speak Japanese (anything above fetus level anyway), I still got the story down. Maybe in a few years when we get the movie here, I'll know exactly what was said. Gotta sleep, maybe.

Wednesday, August 07, 2002

Hopefully, some of my loot will arrive in the mail today. I'm waiting on a Hong Kong DVD of the entire 1st TV Series of Lupin III (TV series dated: ~1970 !). Also in the queue is a package from Den, and a magazine from Japan with Lupin as the main feature. Please, Mr. Mailman, bring my items with a quickness. I'm hungry now.

Tuesday, August 06, 2002

Another crazy old man story... from Target!
I decided to pay Kristina a visit tonight and grab a bite to eat from Food Avenue. As I was sitting down with her enjoying my grilled chicken sandwich, this crazy old fart sitting at the table across from us started the following conversation:

Crazy Old Fart: "Will you get me a glass of water?"
Kristina: "There's water up by the counter with cups."
COF: "I know, but my legs are tired."
K: "Mine are too, I'm on break."
COF: "Target is my favorite store. That and K-Mart. I buy all my underwear from there, and I have a lot you know."
K: Silence... pretending not to listen anymore ...
COF: "Hey! Didja hear me? I said I have a lot of underwear and I buy it all from here!"

It was becoming painfully obvious that this man would not shut up. Kristina contemplated kicking him out of the store. We think the only possessions this man owns are a crappy little radio and an annoying personality. His tired legs did manage to get his ass off of the booth seat and into the restroom though (thankfully). I started working on a webpage idea for Kristina, check the page out, and post any comments or suggestions you may have. Things I'm curious about are: 1. How it looks in lower resolutions, and 2. Whether or not the colors are pleasing to the eye. Links on the left-hand side do not work yet. Thanks, everybody!

Monday, August 05, 2002

Frienemies - Who when you're down ain't your friend -New Radicals (You Get What You Give)

Ever since I bought the New Radicals CD, I haven't been able to stop thinking about that line. It's not that I think that I have any of those, but I guess really it's quite a profound statement. I see people with those all the time, and I feel sorry for those people. On a completely different note... I think I heard my upstairs neighbor arguing with his girlfriend (?) again? It's no surprise since he came home with what appeared to be 2 twenty-something year old prostitutes the other night. They held the door for me, and arrived in a silver 2000+ year model Cadillac or Buick. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was a pimp. One girl was approximately 6'4" tall and had one of those black bobbed-haircut wigs on (or at least it appeared to be a wig). She was putting on her earrings in the stairwell leading up to the apartment. The other girl had on an animal print skirt (if I remember correctly) and go-go boots. Neither one was the girl I knew last as his girlfriend. Back to the argument... I heard these fragments:

Girl: "You fucked ..." *unintelligible phrase*
Guy: "I'm sorry!"
Girl: "... girls ... control ..." *many unintelligible phrases*

I have long suspected that he is into some weird shit. Especially since during sex, his girlfriend used to shriek (not scream as in the type you make during the throes of ecstasy) like she was being stabbed-to-death. The first time I heard it, I considered calling the police. I honestly believed somebody's life was in danger. I've never seen any guys visit him. It's always been either his girlfriend alone, his girlfriend with a female friend, two unknown girls, or five or six girls for a party (only seemed to happen one time). Jump to your own conclusions below.
You know it's going to be bad service when...
The waitress at Steak 'N Shake gives you a free order of Cheese Fries and apologizes in advance. Of course, we weren't actually expecting a 30-minute wait just for our drink order. The crazy old man who told me the Motel 8 story from last night (see yesterday's post), had another doozie today. Here is the dialog:

Crazy Old Man: "Didja know that while I was up at your snack bar waiting to pay for my food, a nice old lady came up to me and said, 'The good lord told me to plant a seed with you.' And the lady gave me this!" [holds up a folded ten dollar bill]
Me: "Yeah, that's um... unexpected. People do strange things I suppose."
COM: "The lord ..."
[me walking away pretending not to hear him, because I can't think of anything to say]

There's a lady that I can't stand at work, and today she gave me 2 more good reasons to not-be-able-to-stand-her. First off, she thinks she's the Wal-Mart police officer watching over all the employees, despite the fact that she's a newer peon than I am. Secondly, she called me 'dude' all night. In one instant, she called me 'dude' three times in a 2-sentence period of time. I was mentally kicking her ass all night. Can I get a "Hell Yes" to that? I have the next 3 days off, let's do something.

Sunday, August 04, 2002

Public Apology:
"I would like to personally apologize to every retail worker I may have encountered throughout the course of my life. I didn't mean to make your life a living hell, and if it makes you feel better, I'm reaping what I have sown."

Work called me in early today. It was only 30 minutes though, so no big deal. They forgot to mention that August 3 is Hades at work day. Or in simple-folk terminology: Back-to-School Insanity. Fortunately, I work for people who realize that this is a stressful thing, and they didn't expect me to have the Men's Wear department looking perfect. For whatever reason, when I pick things up from the floor, they tend to be a little on the wet and slobbery side. Nowhere else have I seen this phenomenon. Also noteworthy was the ungodly amount of crushed M+Ms on the floor. Had they been grapes, we could have had a wine-making party. At one point, I found a defiled slice of lemon... only to discover the cup from whence it came approximately 3 hours later. Then there's the old man selling framed poetry by the Men's department. He told me the oh-so-intriguing story about how he paid good money for reservations at the Motel 8 in Mount Vernon, only to arrive at 1am and find a sign reading "No reservations, no vacancy." Unlucky for him, I didn't give a rat's ass about his story. Was I surprised? No. Did I care? Certainly not. Did I like his framed poetry? HA HA, hell no. Ready for round 2 tomorrow. Goodnight.