I love Lakewood. I love where I live. Except I have to move on account of The Man. A new property company bought the complex and first they raised the rent $50, then they ripped out all the shady landscaping around the crystal clear pool and turned it into a scorching hot shadeless concrete murky nightmare I wouldn't dip my big toe into, then they started "remodeling" which means they just put new knobs on the cabinets, painted an accent wall and put some fake ass plastic hardwood-esque flooring down and are forcing people to move to one of them when their leases are up, and jacking up the rent $200. That's right, folks. I'm getting gentrified out of my place. This blows. I'm thinking about moving to Fair Park. If anyone has any ideas, feel free to share. I want a funky but safe neighborhood. Is that so much to ask?
Anyhow. I'm still at the hospital job, but it has been a freakin' struggle. I thought things were getting better, then my boss hung up on me twice when I called in sick. I really was sick, btw. There was some other shit too which I don't feel like talking about, but basically I expected to get fired every day for about a week, which could still happen because what the hell do I know? Like I said, I thought things were improving.
Once again, I have discovered that being completely honest is a great way to piss people off. It seriously chaps my ass when I get punished for telling the truth, especially when it's about how I feel.
"How do you feel your training went, ReadBecca?"
"I think it was terrible. I've never heard of half the things on this 90-day survey that I'm supposed to have learned. I also think management is closed off and unapproachable for questions."
"Either do the survey over in a way that makes me look good or I will fire you."
"Ok. You remind me of my mother."
Yeah, good luck with all of that, I know.
I don't have any summertime hijinks to report at this time. It's too fucking hot outside to do anything. I spend a lot of time hanging around the house in my underwear. I must have got a new neighbor because I'm picking up somebody's wifi again. I hope to have more crap to blog now that I have the means. Don't worry, you haven't missed anything, which tells me I must be on the wrong track in general because nothing really weird has happened to me lately. I don't really have any hospital stories to tell because they're all either way too sad to appear here or are priveleged health information type stuff. In any case, none of it's inherently funny and I can't even spin it to make it funny.
Wait, I just remembered I got hit on by Jerry Garcia at this country show I went to with Stefanie. Stefanie is a big fan of this dude Dale Watson, and I finally got curious enough to go. So when I showed up at the Granada ticket window, this tie-dyed t-shirt, gray-haired pony-tailed Birkenstocks guy stopped me while I was getting my money out and and gave me a free ticket. Then I danced with him a few times to be nice on account of the free ticket and all, and Jerry got shitfaced on Smirnoff Ice and started getting handsy, and then I had to duck him at the end so I could pay my tab and then I realized Jerry wasn't the only one who'd had a few so I had to spend the night in The Pleasant Room. I had a great time, but dang that handsy hippie was so far off the mark of what would turn my head it was ridiculous. Stef was also surprised to see that ReadBecca can dance. Duh. College Station leaves its mark after a decade, no matter what you do to wash it off.
Remember Tank Man.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
War Kittens Is The Funniest Thing I've Heard In An Ad In A While.
You know WAR KITTENS?! was the funny thing someone came up with when they were bored in a meeting and they finally found a way to sell it to a client. It cracks me up every time because I can see the creative team in my head and they all look like people I know. Anyway. I miss that part of advertising.
The hospital gig is better. They finally hired another person to work the night shift so I can actually leave on time. Sort of on time. She's late every day, and yes, I get it that it's karma for my chronic lateness. Hot Carl says tardiness is a deal breaker. I've been early twice for Stefanie recently.
I'm practicing defensive coworking by just leaving, whether she's there or not. I'm excited that I'll be able to go to yoga now, like I planned when I took this gig. There are a lot of advantages to finishing by 2:45 pm every day. I have learned in the last couple years of underemployment that I really like being home early. I like being done at a certain time and just leaving. It's nice to punch out and leave the chaos to someone else instead of having to stay and fix the chaos. I got enough chaos. More of it can blow me.
If you want to meet strangers, play cards at a bar for drinks. In particular, play Uno. You get to say, "SUCK MY YELLOW DRAW FOUR, LOSER!" to total strangers and then you still get a free shot of whiskey. Plus, pretty much everyone knows how to play already and there's not too many rules to keep track of in the midst of all the bar noise and alchohol. You don't even need a table. Put a bar stool in the middle of the circle and use that for the discard pile. Group participation puts everyone in a good mood so everyone has a good time. We had the right amount of fun and I wasn't a bit hungover. You can't double-fist the beers if you have 27 Uno cards and Stefanie keeps telling you, "Skip you, BITCH."
I've been off Coca-Cola for two weeks now. I only backslid once when I was in the middle of the hangover shakes. I didn't feel too terrible, but my hands were shaking. Maybe it was the DTs. It's one of my weird hangover symptoms, the shaking hands. Been happening since high school. I probably have neurological damage from my 18th birthday celebration. Anyway, I had a Coke in a collins glass so it was just enough to take the edge off but not enough to send me into a sugar/shame spiral. And that was over a week ago, so we're all good. Damn, I shouldn't have started talking about it cause now I want one. I gotta go get me an iced tea, man.
The hospital gig is better. They finally hired another person to work the night shift so I can actually leave on time. Sort of on time. She's late every day, and yes, I get it that it's karma for my chronic lateness. Hot Carl says tardiness is a deal breaker. I've been early twice for Stefanie recently.
I'm practicing defensive coworking by just leaving, whether she's there or not. I'm excited that I'll be able to go to yoga now, like I planned when I took this gig. There are a lot of advantages to finishing by 2:45 pm every day. I have learned in the last couple years of underemployment that I really like being home early. I like being done at a certain time and just leaving. It's nice to punch out and leave the chaos to someone else instead of having to stay and fix the chaos. I got enough chaos. More of it can blow me.
If you want to meet strangers, play cards at a bar for drinks. In particular, play Uno. You get to say, "SUCK MY YELLOW DRAW FOUR, LOSER!" to total strangers and then you still get a free shot of whiskey. Plus, pretty much everyone knows how to play already and there's not too many rules to keep track of in the midst of all the bar noise and alchohol. You don't even need a table. Put a bar stool in the middle of the circle and use that for the discard pile. Group participation puts everyone in a good mood so everyone has a good time. We had the right amount of fun and I wasn't a bit hungover. You can't double-fist the beers if you have 27 Uno cards and Stefanie keeps telling you, "Skip you, BITCH."
I've been off Coca-Cola for two weeks now. I only backslid once when I was in the middle of the hangover shakes. I didn't feel too terrible, but my hands were shaking. Maybe it was the DTs. It's one of my weird hangover symptoms, the shaking hands. Been happening since high school. I probably have neurological damage from my 18th birthday celebration. Anyway, I had a Coke in a collins glass so it was just enough to take the edge off but not enough to send me into a sugar/shame spiral. And that was over a week ago, so we're all good. Damn, I shouldn't have started talking about it cause now I want one. I gotta go get me an iced tea, man.
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