That's right. I hate him. Trying to understand him makes my head hurt. The sight of him induces nausea. The sound of his voice is second only to the sound of Gilmore Girls, and that's the antsy, akwardness that you feel in your chest much like when sitting passanger to someone who can't drive very well and you fear for your life. I told him I was going to blog about how much I hated him right now, and that exactly what I'm doing. I didn't make a sandwich because Scott said he was hungry so we were going to eat a frozen pizza. Yes it is 10:30 at night, but we're hungry. Anyways. He turned on the oven, he prepped the pizza plate (more on this later), I thought it was only safe to assume he was going to put the pizza in the oven. But did he?? NO HE FORGOT!!!
He doesn't do dishes very often either. I hate him for that too... sometimes instead of doing the dishes he's admitted to hiding them in the oven (Sometimes forgetting they're in there when he preheats days later). Also I hate him for not cleaning the pizza plate. He has also admitted to wrapping it in aluminum foil when it gets dirty, repeating this process until he has to take it to the car wash and power spray it clean.
I also hate him for beating me in Unreal Tournament. And I hate him for using big words I don't understand, and referencing obsecure (or better known) celebrities and I have to pretend I know what the hell he's talking about. And I hate him for getting a free ride at his college. And I hate him for... Well EVERYTHING!!!! He's nazi-crap monger!
Thursday, June 30, 2005
My Knight in Shameless Armor
So last night I lay in bed, eyes closed, thinking about the sort of things that the troubled youth of today think about whilst laying in bed late at night. At some point I turned over on my awesomely not-exactly-comfortable sofabed and my eyes drifted open in the dark room. Not much light but the glow of the streetlight coming through my closed blinds but as I lay there staring, a thought tickled the back of my mind. I didn't even fully recognize it at first but soon the shadow of what seemed to be my desk lamp falling backwards on the miniblinds shifted. There shouldn't have been a shadow from the lampshade falling that direction at all, let alone moving.
I sat up in bed. Nope, wasn't a trick of the eyes. There was a definate shadow moving around just at the edge of my window... close. I screamed a shrill scream of the 18 year old cheerleader in the slasher films. Ok, that's a lie. But I did get out of bed to investigate. I walked around the window to the opposite side of the shadow and peered through the gap at the side of the window. There was a man, crouched down, at my window at half past midnight. So I opened the door to my room and called Scott away from the internet porn or whatever he was doing on the internet.
I sat up in bed. Nope, wasn't a trick of the eyes. There was a definate shadow moving around just at the edge of my window... close. I screamed a shrill scream of the 18 year old cheerleader in the slasher films. Ok, that's a lie. But I did get out of bed to investigate. I walked around the window to the opposite side of the shadow and peered through the gap at the side of the window. There was a man, crouched down, at my window at half past midnight. So I opened the door to my room and called Scott away from the internet porn or whatever he was doing on the internet.
"Psst... Scott. Come here."I vaguely remembered seeing an older guy in the landscaping outside the building just a few days prior, but I had written him off as a gardener. Oddly enough I took "Crazy guy who we've seen before" as a safe enough answer and we left it at that. Scott left and I went to back to bed. With the crazy guy and his cat standing guard outside my window.
"Huh?" Scott got up and headed towards my room.
"There's a guy outside my window."
Obviously torn between wanting to check it out for himself and not wanting to get shot in the face when he peered through the blinds, he paused a moment before going to the window. "Oh, that's the crazy guy we saw walking his cat the other day."
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
The Triple Threat
So today was the first day I actually did it. All three in one day. 9-12 at Bunn, 1-6:30 Best Buy and 7-11 at fireworks. I am exhausted. This post sucks. I can't think. Ummmm... Money is good. That's my mantra. You should really try it sometime. Just sit back, close your eyes, put your hands in a relaxed Buddist like position and go "Ummmmm..... OOoo-ahhhh-ummmmm..... Moooooneeeeey Iiiiiiiiis Gooooooooood-ah." Very therapudic.
I'd also like to make a link to this particular Penny Arcade comic strip, because that is SO me. Money is good, outside is bad.
One final Triple Threat I'd like to acknowledge would be the 3 decades that the AWR Team mentioned. Freemama vs. Old Man Time, Congraduations on the big 30 Melinda! And Kimmy don't worry, you don't look a day over 29 and a half.
I'd also like to make a link to this particular Penny Arcade comic strip, because that is SO me. Money is good, outside is bad.
One final Triple Threat I'd like to acknowledge would be the 3 decades that the AWR Team mentioned. Freemama vs. Old Man Time, Congraduations on the big 30 Melinda! And Kimmy don't worry, you don't look a day over 29 and a half.
Monday, June 27, 2005
I wish I still had that blue and red mat...
you know, the one from kindergarden you have for naptime? Just think if you could bust that out anywhere you want during the day when you get 15 minutes to kill. When I used to work at Ralcorp Holdings, I kept a pillow and found a mini space heater I'd curl up with on lunch hours. But anyways, I had a nice nap today. I had my first "Meeting" at Best Buy and let me tell you... these videos they make you sit through are PAINFUL. I don't know if it's worse than just some boring thing that every other company makes you watch or not. Best Buy videos are star people who are acting like Jim Carey and Jack Black and such and it's awlful. The pain comes from they lose whatever message they're trying to tell you in all the horribly overplayed up theatrics. I can't tell you what it was about today, other than the X-Men were in it, and The Sorting Hat was trying to sell Harry Potter a new PC for school.
Anyways after my Sunday Morning Meeting (in which we all had to come in uniform at 8am even though we'd all be gone before the store opened at 11am), I went to work at the fireworks factory. Had Best Buy not taken 3 hours this morning for our "Meeting" I would have been able to gone and helped set up for a fireworks display tonight, and learned all about everything. But NOOoooo... Because BB took so much of my time, I had to miss out to help out with preping fireworks for other shows.
Oh, and I'm sure I'll have some awesome BB customer stories for you in the near future. As much as it sounds like a standard computer-techy joke, I honestly had some 18 year old kid come into the store and more or less asked me which isle the internet was on. But the thing of it was, he wasn't asking me... he was TELLING me. He needed to buy wireless internet, he already had a router and modem and PCI card and cables and everything else he's heard someone say at one point or another. He wanted to buy the internet. He made my head hurt a little bit.
Anyways after my Sunday Morning Meeting (in which we all had to come in uniform at 8am even though we'd all be gone before the store opened at 11am), I went to work at the fireworks factory. Had Best Buy not taken 3 hours this morning for our "Meeting" I would have been able to gone and helped set up for a fireworks display tonight, and learned all about everything. But NOOoooo... Because BB took so much of my time, I had to miss out to help out with preping fireworks for other shows.
Oh, and I'm sure I'll have some awesome BB customer stories for you in the near future. As much as it sounds like a standard computer-techy joke, I honestly had some 18 year old kid come into the store and more or less asked me which isle the internet was on. But the thing of it was, he wasn't asking me... he was TELLING me. He needed to buy wireless internet, he already had a router and modem and PCI card and cables and everything else he's heard someone say at one point or another. He wanted to buy the internet. He made my head hurt a little bit.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Firestarters
So everyone says I'm a pyro. So were would be the best/worst place for me to work? Well "Rob's Job #3" may fulfill this very question. The nights that I don't work at Best Buy, I'm now working at a fireworks factory. I'll wait a moment for mom to recover.
ok.
So my best friend Lisa got me a job with her aunt and uncle, whom I've met many times, with their family business. They do all the city fireworks displays in central-southern Illinois. They do Jerseyville's displays, and Alton's including First Night. They do all sporting events, and other things as well. But to but mom a bit at ease, I don't actually "make" fireworks. We buy them from China (of course) but we put together shows and prep the fireworks where I work. We unload the truckloads and we attached electric fuses. Mainly we slice the regular fuses open and insert a special wire with a mini sparkplug at the end. We use aluminum blades and scissors to prevent possiblity of sparks, that could be caused with metal.... allegidly (apparently they've tried to ignite fuses in all sorts of ways in past, always to no avail). All saftey procautions are taken, even if there's little proof that there is a risk.
Anyways, I'm learning all sorts of awesome stuff. For example: trucks labeled "Explosive 1.4" means they're carrying the kind of fireworks you get at firework tents... bottle rockets and roman candles and such. "Explosive 1.3" means the heavy duty ones that we deal with at our place, BIG fireworks. "Explosive 1.2" is used for explosions with projectiles, like ammunition. "Explosion 1.1" is dynamite.
So that's the update. I work at Bunn in the morning, and my first real day at Best Buy tomorrow night. I'll let you know how that goes!
ok.
So my best friend Lisa got me a job with her aunt and uncle, whom I've met many times, with their family business. They do all the city fireworks displays in central-southern Illinois. They do Jerseyville's displays, and Alton's including First Night. They do all sporting events, and other things as well. But to but mom a bit at ease, I don't actually "make" fireworks. We buy them from China (of course) but we put together shows and prep the fireworks where I work. We unload the truckloads and we attached electric fuses. Mainly we slice the regular fuses open and insert a special wire with a mini sparkplug at the end. We use aluminum blades and scissors to prevent possiblity of sparks, that could be caused with metal.... allegidly (apparently they've tried to ignite fuses in all sorts of ways in past, always to no avail). All saftey procautions are taken, even if there's little proof that there is a risk.
Anyways, I'm learning all sorts of awesome stuff. For example: trucks labeled "Explosive 1.4" means they're carrying the kind of fireworks you get at firework tents... bottle rockets and roman candles and such. "Explosive 1.3" means the heavy duty ones that we deal with at our place, BIG fireworks. "Explosive 1.2" is used for explosions with projectiles, like ammunition. "Explosion 1.1" is dynamite.
So that's the update. I work at Bunn in the morning, and my first real day at Best Buy tomorrow night. I'll let you know how that goes!
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Pulling the Strings
So, what do I post about? How about the time I almost put chapstick on my armpits... no, already did that. How about my day at work? Wait, I work in solitary in a walled-off section of the cafeteria... I don't see anyone. Moreover, I'm only working 4-5 hours a day now. So that means I'm gonna reach into the old bag and see what I come out with.
I've got some questions, and where's a better place to address them than on my blog. Personally, I believe that everyone is a bit manipulative at some point or another. Lets say you have something you want to tell someone, but it's tricky and you don't want to come out of no where, so you figure out a way to work into it. Or you don't want to tell them, so you try and make it so they figure it out themselves. I do this all the time. One thing I always have done since highschool was to hold mock conversations with people in my head. I used to do it when I worked at the restaurant in Jerseyville all the time. I'd get into arguments with the customers over random things (lots of times things would get violent and I'd figure out the best way to win without "fighting"). I guess that's a bit different than manipulative, but it's in the same vein. Look at me at work. I actively go out of my way to figure ways to win over the bosses and such without being obvious.
Is that different than being manipulative. In highschool I used to try and pass off a saying that "Life was a game that people just need to figure out how to play." I never try to hurt or take advantage of someone. I don't try and undermine people. I try and raise myself, not put down others. I think there's a difference to what I conciously do all the time and being manipulative. The latter has such a negative condintation, and I don't think that's right. Anyways, what do you think? Think its wrong to try and get ahead like I did at my last job? Know a better word for it? Do you ever do the same, even if you don't put as much thought into it? Do I think entirely too highly of myself? Come on people, that's enough questions for like like 10 comments right there.
I've got some questions, and where's a better place to address them than on my blog. Personally, I believe that everyone is a bit manipulative at some point or another. Lets say you have something you want to tell someone, but it's tricky and you don't want to come out of no where, so you figure out a way to work into it. Or you don't want to tell them, so you try and make it so they figure it out themselves. I do this all the time. One thing I always have done since highschool was to hold mock conversations with people in my head. I used to do it when I worked at the restaurant in Jerseyville all the time. I'd get into arguments with the customers over random things (lots of times things would get violent and I'd figure out the best way to win without "fighting"). I guess that's a bit different than manipulative, but it's in the same vein. Look at me at work. I actively go out of my way to figure ways to win over the bosses and such without being obvious.
Is that different than being manipulative. In highschool I used to try and pass off a saying that "Life was a game that people just need to figure out how to play." I never try to hurt or take advantage of someone. I don't try and undermine people. I try and raise myself, not put down others. I think there's a difference to what I conciously do all the time and being manipulative. The latter has such a negative condintation, and I don't think that's right. Anyways, what do you think? Think its wrong to try and get ahead like I did at my last job? Know a better word for it? Do you ever do the same, even if you don't put as much thought into it? Do I think entirely too highly of myself? Come on people, that's enough questions for like like 10 comments right there.
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