6 posts tagged “rant-y”
Here I am. Awake again at 5:30am. I've decided to relax and accept my body's natural attempt to cope with this transition period. That's what I'm calling it now. My life's in transition. I'm not sure where I'm headed, but I have to believe that this time in my life is just a bridge to whatever phase or chapter that awaits me around the next turn.
It's not easy trying to focus on the positive though. It's not really in my nature to be a cheerleader for myself. For others, yeah. I can be a freaking PollyAnna without the slightest hesitation. But I think like most people, I'm a hardcore realist when it comes to dealing with what's on my own plate. Did I mention I hate my job? :-P
Since I'm awake, how about some random thoughts about "stuff"?
- Tweets from qoolquest (?uestlove), LouisCK, and Mashable
will be the death of me online. Too. Many. Tweets. Well, not really
since I haven't figured out how to get Twitter sent directly to my cell
phone from people who aren't following me as well. Why must James Kyson Lee ignore our love? J/k Please, don't call the police. I'm only joking.
I’m pretty sure if I’m not using Twitter right anyway. I’m not one to jump on bandwagons (dude, I only signed up for a Myspace acct. last December, and that’s was only to follow the bands, artists, and people I adore in L.A. while I’m in transition). But so far, Twitter has helped me cope with some of my crushing, immobilizing depression, so I figure it can’t be all bad. Yay distractions! - I
put all this effort into planning and writing content for a fledgling
website that I hope to put online at some point back in Dec. and Jan.,
and so far, the work has been for naught. I’ve laid it by the wayside
and now I feel guilty because it’s just one more career-related item on
my to-do list that I know may help me get a decent full-time job, but
I’m still procrastinating.
Why is it you always hear about Type A personalities? What about all of those other types like B, C, D+, sigma? Why does Type A get all the attention? What is my type? ::goes off to Google:: - Personally,
I couldn’t care less about Rihanna and Chris Brown. And I’m really
sick and tired of hearing about them as if their relationship deserves
a hearing in the public court of opinion. No, I’m not a cold heartless
bitca. I just wonder if this outpouring of support for Ms. Rihanna
would be the same if her name was Latwayla and she worked second shift
at the local Safeway ringing up groceries. And now the obligatory
disclaimer: Unless you or someone else’s life is in immediate danger,
a man has no excuse for laying his hands on a woman without her
permission.
Having said that, why are people surprised she went back to Chris? If you truly care about domestic violence and bothered to understand why it's so prevalent throughout our society, you would know that most victims of DV go back to their partners. Why would you assume Rihanna would be any different? Because she's a celebrity? Last I checked, she was a human being first. Oh, but I forgot. Her first duty is to be a role model for the millions of people she's never met. Bullshit! And I call bullshit on Aisha Tyler and any other so-called concerned celeb citizen who assert that the most damaging aspect about the situation is NOT that Ri went back to Chris, but that doing so sends a message to millions that his behavior is acceptable.
Well, you know what, Ms. Tyler? F#ck You!! No, the most damaging aspect about the situation IS that she went back to Chris. Her well-being is 10,000 times more important than being your poster child for a society ill that you clearly don't understand. The psychological effects of DV are far more profound and debilitating than the physical abuse itself, but ignorant-ass people like you only see victims as enablers of their own conditions and their diminished sense of self-preservation is nothing more than a choice. I cannot stand this "Blame the Victim" philosophy that permeates our society. My blood boils every time I hear this fake-ass attempt to reduce complex problems into cookie-cutter, quick fix afflictions that deny any acknowledgment of the pervading message of socially acceptable sexism and violence that teaches men that a woman's sole purpose is to serve mankind, and by that extension, men. Of course she went back. It's unfortunate. But the most unfortunate thing is that people like Ms. Tyler are just as much apart of the problem as Mr. Brown. - Moving on to more pleasant rants, I finally finished watching my Profit
DVDs. Overall, I liked the show, but I didn’t love it. Not because it
wasn’t lovable, mind you. But because it wasn’t nearly as fantastic as
reviews have made it out to be. It seems to suffer from a clear case
of nostalgic revisionism. The praise you hear so often about this show
is that it was soooooo ahead of its time, and there was
nothing like it on TV that was even close to being this different and
edgy, and the audience simply wasn’t ready for a villain protagonist in
the lead role, etc. And maybe that’s true, but I think I was a bit put
off by all the backslapping on the DVD commentary and the
behind-the-scenes retrospective. I thought it was a good, solid show
for the 9 episodes that they made, but, sheesh, it wasn’t all that,
people.
The way John McNamara and David Greenwalt go on about the show, you would think that every single series that did something outside the television norm from 1998 - 2008 owes its ingenuity to Profit. Wow, buy your own hype much? It was a good show. Kind of cheesy in its delivery, but that’s intentional and I can respect that. It’s melodrama that knows it’s a melodrama. I would’ve preferred it if they had Profit either address the audience directly or delivered a voiceover throughout, not both. It seemed a little too intrusive to have both elements, IMO. I didn’t care for that in the first 2 seasons of Sex & the City either.
But don’t get me wrong, I liked it. If I were grading the show, I’d give it a B+. Lisa Blount and Lisa Darr were freaking amazing and adorable, respectively. And Naked Nathan is always appreciated, of course. I guess I’m just tired of so many writers, producers, and showrunners in the industry constantly patting themselves on the back in interviews and DVD commentaries about how everything in the medium of television is wrong except for whatever it is they’ve created and the 2 or 3 pieces produced by their mentors and idols. Apparently, everyone in Los Angeles is doing it wrong except you. The ego knows no hypocrisy, especially if you wrap it in a thin veil of self-deprecating humor. The final word: False humility is for hipsters. Hipsters suck. Therefore, false humility sucks. QED
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little over a week ago, our new Attorney General Eric Holder gave a
speech about race relations in America. I haven't been able to applaud
or rebuke his statement for a few reasons. One, I've been busy, and
two, what he said wasn't nearly as significant as I think others wanted
it to be. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something about his
speech felt off. He tried to say something important, but he didn't
quite hit the nail on the head or his execution was faulty or
something. It was just off. Tim Wise
does a somewhat decent job of pinpointing what it is about his
statement that really felt like a wasted opportunity to address a
social ill constructively and accurately. ::sigh:: I'm still not
saying this right. Just go and read Wise's response. He doesn't articulate exactly what it is that bothered me about Holder's speech, but he does a better job of it than I.
However, I'm happy to say that at least my issues with Holder's statement didn't mirror the third grade flailing of celebrated comic book and sci-fi author Peter David. (I'm not providing a direct link to his site.) Apparently, AG Holder's speech really, really hurt David's feelings and he thinks that black people are really mean for trying to encourage people to talk about racism instead of simply sweep it under the rug like so many nice, sweet and gracious white people who only have our best interests at heart. Honest.
Frankly, I have no words that don't result in some horrible, yet accurate generalizations about how this constant attempt to derail discussions about racism, and thereby, actually promote social progress and cultural growth feels like a 500-year-old playbook that gets passed down from one generation to the next in Western (read Euro-American) Culture. This is why so many POC feel as if they have to pick their battles when dealing with racism. Because if they didn't, no one would live past the age of 35 due to constant stress on their hearts, minds, and health when addressing bullshit detractors and denial day-in and day-out. - If you're interested in one extreme case of
"well meaning whites" attempting to derail a frank discussion of racism
in science fiction, take a gander at Coffee & Ink's unfortuate predicament.
The best thing to come out of that post is the fantastic support of
Mely's rights and the denouncement of Cramer and Shetterly's fuckery.
The second best thing to come out of that post is the fantastic list of
book recommendations by authors of color that I've pinched from each
page of replies. Yep! It's all about me and my needs. :-D
Feel free to ignore this. I'm posting these recs from the comments that caught my eye here for my future reference (I've also included a note re: the cultural perspective they represent). But if you see something that interests you, by all means, enjoy.
- Futureland by Walter Mosley African-American
- The Hanging of Angelique: Canada, Slavery and the Burning of Montreal by Afua Cooper African-Canadian
- The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz (I already planned to read this, but those quotes cited in the comments just nudged it higher on my list.) Dominican-American
- Journey From The Land of No: A Girlhood Caught in Revolutionary Iran by Roya Hakakian Persian
- Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler (I had plans to read this one also, but the rec was for the audiobook read by Lynne Thigpen, whom I adored. May she rest in peace.) African-American
- Black Space: Imagining Race in Science Fiction Film by Adilifu Nama African-American
- The Colossus of New York by Colson Whitehead African-American author, Multi-ethnic perspective
- Once Were Warriors by Alan Duff (This is the last movie I remember ever balling my eyes out uncontrollably. I fear the book will probably do the same, but it's a story that definitely needs to be told.) Maori and Samoan
Something to fume about
- I'm worried about my friend Katie who lives in Houston. I e-mailed on her Sunday/Monday, asking her to let me know if she's okay after Hurricane Ike blew through town. I know that there's been power outages all over Southeast Texas and she may have evacuated to her hometown upstate, but she hasn't replied yet and her blog hasn't been updated since last Saturday. I'm really starting to worry.
- The Livejournal Blackfolk community is a living example of the old adage: A little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing. My good, good ness. I've never seen so many folks with just a thimble full of education and life experience act like they know what's best for everyone living and everyone who's ever lived on God's green Earth. Seriously, what the hell! So let me get this straight, you have a 4-year liberal arts degree, perhaps 2 semesters worth of grad school credits, and somehow managed to make it to 30 without shooting yourself in the head while you were bummed about R. Kelly's "innocent" verdict, therefore, it's up to you to teach the world the error of its ways? Either my generation is so f@cking full of themselves that we can't tell which end is up or I'm the only human being in a sanatorium full of malfunctioning robots.
You want to know why people aren't rioting in the streets after Wall St.'s Black Monday fiasco? Maybe because most people still have some freaking common sense and they know that rioting has never done anything but hurt those who are already in harm's way. You want to know why some people found Tina Fey's impersonation of Sarah Palin funny despite her endorsement of Hillary Clinton this spring and her use of the phrase "Bitch is the new Black"? Maybe it's because most of the folks in the community thought she had every right to back the candidate she believed was the best person for the job AND you never bothered to notice that only 4 or 5 people tops found that "Bitch is the new Black" shit even remotely offensive. I could understand how you might have missed that fact with your head firmly implanted up your own ass. I guess that would indeed make it difficult for you to miss the truth. That, and some people just might have found the sketch funny.
And don't get me started on that bullshit about Tim Wise calling out Sarah Palin for flying in an airplane in her 9th month, leaking amniotic fluid, and avoiding a hospital until the very last moment when pregnant with a child she knew would have special needs = [by some idiotic transitive property] denying her her right to choose. Give me a f#cking break with that shit! But, hey, far be it for anybody to disagree with Miss Thing. She did study African-American Studies in college and has many POC as friends. There's no way she could be completely full of shit with those credentials. Sheesh! That community. SMH. A little humility goes a long way, ladies and gentlemen. - I still have no idea what that bug in my bathroom was. All I know is that it had wings, was bigger than a bumblebee, and smaller than a breadbox. Anyone have any ideas? Anyone? I refused to look at it while I put it in the trash. ::shudder::
- It's official. Hipsters = Douchebags If you have to ask why, you wouldn't understand.
- Even though I've had time, I haven't been exercising much lately.
Something to smile about
- I start my new part-time job tomorrow. It's at an adorable bookstore in Studio City. I'll tell you which one after my first day of training. I have high hopes, but I'm still nervous.
- I received my first positive reply to a freelance query. Unfortunately, it's a nonpaying gig, but I could use the clips to get more work. You know, the paying kind.
- House M.D. premiere. :-) Spoiler Alert: House got dumped! Ouch!!
- Even though my search for a gig that will pay all the bills hasn't been very fruitful this week, I certainly haven't been slacking. I've applied to 4 desk jobs (PT and FT), sent 3 freelance writing queries (all magazines), requested 2 references from former colleagues, networked with 1 former Editor-in-Chief I know personally, and read 1 book about trying to find my path/bliss/somethingsomething. Not bad for 4 days' work, right?
Looking forward to
- Starting the new job tomorrow
I love this picture of the Democratic ticket. I'm the first one to admit that I'm a tough nut to crack. Obama has said things that makes me want to kiss him, and, then, he's turned around and said things that if I met him, I'd give him more than a piece of my mind. But setting that aside for a moment, I have to say, this photo here, it makes me feel all safe and mushy inside. It's so Middle America, and since I'm Middle America-n, I feel a little homesick just looking at it. The diner atmosphere, the cheesy picture on the olive-colored wall, the glasses of orange juice that no one really seems to be drinking. Look at it. It's so, dare I say, ... us.
For Pete's sake, have a little faith, you cowards. Like anyone with power ever gave it up willingly? No one with half a brain ever thought this race would be a slam dunk, so I'm gonna need the Democrats to grow a pair and remember that people far worse off than you have fought longer and harder to obtain something less significant than a Presidency. Obama's proven himself time and time again by running the most successful primary campaign in recent U.S. history. It wasn't given to him; he fought for it with the blood, sweat, and dignity that most of us wish we could muster on our best day. So everyone chill the fuck out, he's got this. Don't change the strategy. The Palin V.P. pick is a Hail Mary play, and any American football fan will tell you that Hail Mary's rarely succeed in winning the game. Remember this and chill the fuck out.
Well, I don't want to sign-off on a down note of criticism and rancor, so here's a photo to tug at your heart strings:
I know I've been away for a while, but things have been spastic. No, not spastic. Schizophrenic. Bi-polar even. And if this post doesn't reflect that, just assume I was holding back.
First, I want to share pics of my best friend's baby daughter, who was born on January 29th. She's a big girl, but that's not surprising, her mother is 6-feet tall and her father has a big head. She weighed in at 8 lbs, 11 oz. Adorable, n'est-ce pas? Her name is Amani Ciara Coach.
It's a damn shame that even while looking at a gorgeous newborn baby, I'm still filled with anger and despair. Sounds pathetic, doesn't it? And I can't even say it's just one of those days because I felt this way on Thursday and Friday, and I know I'm gonna feel this way tomorrow.
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Moving on. You know, I used to be a huge Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan. I was involved in the online fandom. I crawled my behind out of obscurity to attend sci-fi conventions again after a 5-year hiatus. Hell, I even attended a political fundraiser on behalf of John Kerry simply because Joss Whedon was attending and bringing the Scooby and Angel gang along. (No worries. I had already planned to vote for the Dems that year anyway.) So why can't I get excited about the Paley Buffy Reunion event planned for March? They even announced that Sarah would be attending. Not that that means anything to me, because since the show has ended, I haven't followed her career at all. I even get bothered when my Whedonesque RSS reports something about her personal life or career. I don't dislike her. I just don't care. She's not that good an actress, and she's kind of whiny.
So keeping my love affair with the Buffy franchise in mind, why am I waaaayyyyy more excited about the House, M.D. convention planned in Anaheim for this October? And on top of that, I can't stand going to Orange County! But for some reason, I'm willing to trek out there everyday just to see Mr. Laurie get all befuddled and squirm-y on stage. The only cast member I don't care to see is Jennifer Morrison, but if she's there, I'll just use her Q&A to go grab something to eat. Of course, all of this is assuming that I can afford to go. The tickets might be hella-expensive, and for all I know, I may be unemployed by then and living on the street.
I said this post would be schizo. Shut up.
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In case you haven't picked up on it, the job situation is toxic right now.
*** Okay. I'm going back on my own word and removing the majority of this section from my blog. Not necessarily because I'm worried about my job finding it, but because it might actually hinder future prospects of employment. I'll go ahead and leave the brief rundown of what was/is currently on my plate at work to give you an idea as to what sparked the completely justified outburst. If you have any questions, just shoot me an e-mail. ***
Instead, I'll take away time from my day to .... Then, I'll go back upstairs where I'll proceed to trudge through my edit on an 8-page article, write a news story based on a report I haven't had time to read, collect info from advertisers who get free publicity in this month's issue, move files continuously through the production process, update the tracking sheet, contact authors for feedback on correction changes and queries, chase down photos from people I requested images from the first week of January, submit art & text to production for my lazy-ass supervisor who comes in at 9:30a and leaves at 5p, all while I oversee the corrections on all proofread copy and production updates throughout the day....
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Changing subjects. I voted today. The most important issues where I gave my 2 cents were: a non-partisan vote for Barack Obama and No on Props 94-97. I don't know what those votes will get me, but there they are. I'm not a huge Obama supporter, but since my guy, John Edwards, dropped out, I was left with ringing my bell for Senator Obama. Please keep in mind, I'm not hating on Barack. I would rather see him as the next POTUS than HRC or McCain. But unlike so many who shout from the highest hill called the internet, the brother does not inspire me. He doesn't move me. He doesn't make feel hope or pride or love or snuggles or whatever. I think he's a decent speaker, but the constant comparisons to MLK and JFK make me want hurt somebody.
I don't care about will.i.am's video. I don't care for will.i.am. Who Ted Kennedy, Oprah, and George Clooney endorse means nothing to me. My vote is just as important as theirs, and since not one of them is the next coming of the Messiah, why are people acting like their endorsement is some magnificent blessing? Whatever. I don't get it.
But I will say that Obama has caught my attention in a couple areas. He's made some positive statements about the Midwest that I appreciate, particularly when he told Jay Leno that as he's traveled throughout the heartland, he's met people who've asked him what he thinks about the situation in Burma and what he thinks we as a nation can do to help. Honestly, I could've kissed him in that moment. It's nice to hear someone, someone so many others listen to, acknowledge that intelligence, awareness, and compassion is the rule in the Midwest, not the exception. And that the East and West Coast don't maintain a monopoly on informed decisions, if they do at all. Fuckers.
I also like that he's interested in lessening or ending the trade embargo with Cuba. He recognizes that this Cold War throwback has done more to harm the children of a nation that weren't even alive when things were different in their homeland than helping bring an end to "Communism". I can respect him for thinking of a country that most politicians don't give a second glance unless they want some cigars. Kudos to you, Mr. O. Now, I know what you're going to say. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he voted against the war and he's for universal healthcare. Big whoop. I haven't heard him say anything about rescinding the Patriot Act (which I think any President sworn in on Jan. 20, 2009 should demand as his/her first order of business) and he's the second-largest recipient of PAC-money and donations from Big Pharma and insurance companies after HRC. Pray tell, Barack. How are you going to deliver an effective universal healthcare plan that's substantive to the voters who put you in office when you're already in Big Pharma's pocket?
Like I said, he wasn't my guy, but he got my vote. And like someone on LJ said, I would like the opportunity to vote for a mediocre Black president too. God knows we've had enough mediocre white ones. But not to be all doom and gloom, Shark-Fu wrote a lovely goodbye post to Mr. John Edwards when he dropped out of the race last week. It reminded me of all the things about him that made me proud to give him my support. Here's hoping that if Sen. Obama wins the nomination and the subsequent general election, he finds a lovely cabinet post for Mr. Edwards. I hear Attorney General has its pluses.
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Let's see. What else? Oh, I went to the Garth Brooks concert February 26th. I'd rather put my effusive squee about the concert in a separate post, so I won't add it here. All I need to say for now is that it was everything and more. I bought a souvenir pullover hoodie sweatshirt that looks like I stole it out of my boyfriend's dresser. I also took a few crappy pictures with my camera phone and recorded 3 or 4 songs through my voice memo function as well. Now, if the photos are crappy, the song recordings are damn near abysmal. But I'll post one of them anyway when I figure out how. It'll probably be Trisha Yearwood's "Walkaway Joe". Yes, Trisha was there to perform a song or two, and her "Walkaway Joe" came out better than any of Garth's ditties I recorded on my little T-Mobile.
But that's for later. I'm tired, folks. I'm going to bed. Anger wears you out, and I'm determined to go to my 7pm Jazz Technique class tomorrow. We'll see. On top of all this stress, my stomach isn't digesting carbohydrates well, and today, someone suggested that the two might be interrelated. Someone send me good vibes, positive prayers, and a job opportunity that doesn't fill me with self-pity and life-loathing. A tall order, I know. But I believe in you.
Over the last few weeks (read: 3 or 4 months), I’ve had a number of run-ins in the virtual world and the OMG!-These-people-exist-in-real-life-too world that I could have easily blogged and blagged about, but didn’t. Part of the reason was because I simply didn’t have the time or inclination to pound on the keys. Another reason was because I didn’t want to give jackanapes the satisfaction of getting to me. And I’m sure there’s a slew of other reasons that I can’t think of right now.
Well, apparently that apprehension has past, because there are a lot of things I want to get off my chest and onto the chests of my inferiors. For today, these are just the transgressions that have crossed my path in real life. I’ll save the online asshattery I’ve been subjected to for another post.
All of the instances below beg one question: Why do people who were clearly born with a silver spoon in their mouths and wouldn’t know the meaning of “going without” if it snuck up behind them and smacked ‘em in the back of their coconut-size heads feel compelled to try to make you feel bad for not having something you don’t need and don’t really want anytime soon? Of course, I’m thinking of specific incidences here, but I’ve born witness to multiple cases of this throughout my life. It’s like I’m a human magnet for stuck-up snobs with more time and money than anyone with common sense has the energy to worry about going in debt over.
Case in point:
- I was made to feel foolish (I didn’t really) because 2 months
ago, I did not have internet access from home, I don’t have any true
desire to own a Tivo or DVR, and I don’t bother to download TV shows
onto my iPod, which, btw, I don’t have. Upon learning this info
about me, I was told, “OMG Kelleah! Move into the 21st century
already!” [insert derisive cackling here]
- I’m trying to build up my clips portfolio in order to jumpstart
some freelance writing on the side. I mentioned to an
acquaintance, who just graduated from UCLA and wouldn’t know how to
spell “middle class,” let alone “working class” with an OED, that I’ve
seen a couple small rags post listings for freelancers. They
don’t pay much, but their selling point was that it’ll help to build a
portfolio for budding writers. Sounds right up my alley,
yes? No. Apparently, the $25-30 offer for each freelance
piece is an insult and they can’t possibly expect reasonably talented writers to accept such a lowly wage.
- I met with a certain Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla this Saturday for coffee (or in my case, tea). When he asked me what’s been going on with me these last few weeks, I said, “Nothing much. Nothing really interesting.” He replies with a dejected expression, “I’m sorry to hear that.” He seemed disappointed that I didn’t have any life altering adventures in the past fortnight, and somehow considered my life less worthy because of it. Allow me to note that on a previous occasion, I mentioned that my life has been pretty ordinary and boring compared to some folks my age. And at that time, he hits me with an “Oh, poor you” face and consoles me with the following: “You shouldn’t feel bad about that. You really have nothing to be ashamed of.”
And my response to these incidents?
- In public: Silence coupled with frustrating embarrassment.
In private, and later a phone conversation with my best friend: Why do I attract people like this? Let me get this straight. Instead of spending my hard-earned cash, that I stretch like a rubber band as it is, on things like paying off credit card debt and saving up for repairs on my car, I’m supposed to purchase things I don’t need to impress people who don’t matter.
Newsflash – Millions of Americans don’t have iPods. Millions of people don’t have home computers, let alone internet access outside of work or school. Stop being a stereotypical sheltered consumer culture-obsessed airhead like everyone labels 99% of Los Angeles! My VCR does me just fine. I don’t have cable television, nor do I want it. So paying $10 a month to tape 6 network TV stations seems a bit wasteful, doncha think?
Sure, I’d like an iPod, and as soon as they start selling them for $50 a pop, I fully intend to purchase one. I now have internet access. And guess what? I spend roughly 3 to 5 hours a week on it at home. Why? Because for 5 days a week, I’m on it for 6 to 8 hours a day at work! The last thing I want to do on most given nights of the week, is go home and jump on the computer. My home comp sees more action on the weekend, and even then, most of it involves work offline. Imagine that.
- In public: Slightly stunned WTFness coupled with frustrated silence.
In private: Dude, what the hell is your problem? I made it clear that I’m just trying to build up some more recent clips to delve back into freelance writing. Most of my clips are from my university newspaper days, with a few scattered here and there over the past 8 years. I told you this and you’re still hung up on the cost. Um, I have a full-time job, sweetheart. I’m not doing these side gigs for the money. I’m just happy to find a few publications that still use the “You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours” philosophy. They need freelancers; I need clips. What’s the prob? Oh yeah, you only see life in various grades of monetary value. I forgot.
- In public: Deadpan silence coupled with more silence.
In private: Dude. Seriously, dude. Leaving work before 7:30pm for 3 weeks in a row is a good thing. Staying in, reading books and mags, cleaning my house, recouping my finances after my vacation are good things. There’s nothing to feel sorry for. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed. Have I done things? Yes. I saw Spider-man 3, I started taking a Jazz dance class, I bought a new top and blue jeans with a coupon I had to Old Navy. Is this what you want to hear? It’s not all that fascinating, and I like it like that. My life’s not about being Party Central everyday of the week, especially when I’m pleading poverty. My life is about balance. That’s always been my goal. I like going from a hectic, frenzied schedule for 2 or 3 weeks to a more calm and lackadaisical one for the next 2 or 3 weeks. It works for me. I’m sorry you can’t appreciate that. It’s just reason #43 why you and I weren’t a good match.
Here endeth the rant.
My morning has not been of the good, ladies and gents. But there’s a possibility of it getting better, so I haven’t lost all hope. The long of the short of it is:
- I stopped to get gas on the way to work this morning because I
only had enough to get there, but not enough to drive home in the
evening. And I didn’t want to stop after work in Malibu because
the gas is pushing $3.25 per gallon there. So I pass up my usual
stop, which is now $3.09, to go to the $3.03 further up the road.
After going through the necessary motions, the pump tells me that my
pin # is wrong. Thrice. On the third try, it also tells me
to see the attendant. ::frustrated sigh::
- I go inside where the do-it-yourself machine won't take my
credit/debit card. So I gave it to the attendant, and told him to
give me $20 on pump 12. I think he had to run it twice before it
worked. Dude, WTH?
- Get to work later than I’d like, and I check my online
acct. My password’s fine. The money’s there. Sort
of. I notice an unauthorized debit on my account for $80. So,
forgetting the whole bit about my pin # not working, I set about
finding out why my money’s gone and how to get it back. [insert
exasperated huffing and puffing]
- I make semi-helpful phone call to bank. Still frustrated
and kinda bordering on pissed, I set it aside to do some actual work at
work. But then, I'm unable to focus, so I call the bank again to
see if I can get them to send me some documentation. I speak to a
much more helpful CSR this time, and get the money credited back to my
acct without having to fill out any more paperwork, and all is quiet on the
eastern front.
- I attack the western front after lunch.
I need a drink!
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