They make me happy, boats. When I work on them, life seems better, even if my day did start incredibly early after a late night of wonderfully random bits of conversation with my beloved Nine.
As I re-read what I just wrote, I realize something. The boats are fun to work on, but they don't make me happy. Nine makes me happy. No matter how tired I am at the end of the day, or how angry I am at something, just a few moments in her presence makes everything better.
I just thought I would put that out there. I have to get to work before too much longer. If I find something sufficiently interesting/amusing/annoying, I will let you all know.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Update...
Well, apparently I have not been updating enough lately. I suppose that is true. Even my last couple of posts haven't been all that informative. Well, here goes all the update I can pack into a half-hour of typing:
Work: I have a new job, on top of the Boat Job, and Toasty's. It is at T3h C0ff33. T3h C0ff33 is a coffee shop much like Starbucks, except not so snooty. No, at T3h C0ff33, we call our drinks singles, doubles, and triples, or small medium and large, depending on the type of drink. Drinks that get shots of espresso are labeled depending on if it is a single, double, or triple shot. I know this is possibly off topic, but here goes. Ass-tarded idiots that wander into my coffee shop, which is obviously NOT a Starbucks, and then tries to order a Venti drink, or a frappucino. For those of you who don't know, a frappucino is an blended iced-mocha. The word frappucino is a bastardization of the word cappucino, and frappe, a french word that is usually a setting on most blenders made for home-use. I have no idea what the word means translated, other than it is a culinary turn somehow related to blending. Or at least, one would hope so. And I am too lazy to look it up. But I digress from my original digression. (are we still keeping up? Good.) So anyways, this idiot orders a venti caramel blended iced mocha (he got is half right, at least). I told him we didn't have a venti size. So he asks if we have a large. Yes. Yes we do.
And what is up with Starbucks calling a small sized drink tall? WTF?!?!?! Maybe it makes them feel better for paying $5 for a cup of burnt coffee. Tall-brained morons.
And now, back to our original topic. I like the people I work with at T3h C0ff33. They are almost as twisted as me. the customers there for the most part display MUCH more intelligence, common sense, and sentience than do the customers at Toasty's.
Thank.
The.
Gods.
Personal: Mad Charity and I are about a w33k away from abandoning t3h c0nd0mz. w00t! Can I get an 'Amen!' for T3h P1ll? I knew I could. Anyways, just gots to go schedule a phsyical at the free clinic to make surethat skank Ho' my 3x didn't give me anything more serious than a criminal record*.
Yeps. Other than that, there really isn't all that much going on. Oh, yeah. I started a gang-war at Toasty's. That is pretty much t3h cool, since I don't plan on being employed there much longer. By gang war, I mean the morning crew gang vs. the Night Crew gang. We on the night crew are outnumbered, but we are smarter, and all of us are in this country legally, with a full command of the English language. Morning Crew, you have no chance,essayJoven.
*Yeps. I have a fraud conviction against me because she decided she wanted a house we could not afford, and signed a false name on the document, and I ended up taking the fall for it. She best be glad she is on the East Coast now, and she best plan on stayin' there.
Work: I have a new job, on top of the Boat Job, and Toasty's. It is at T3h C0ff33. T3h C0ff33 is a coffee shop much like Starbucks, except not so snooty. No, at T3h C0ff33, we call our drinks singles, doubles, and triples, or small medium and large, depending on the type of drink. Drinks that get shots of espresso are labeled depending on if it is a single, double, or triple shot. I know this is possibly off topic, but here goes. Ass-tarded idiots that wander into my coffee shop, which is obviously NOT a Starbucks, and then tries to order a Venti drink, or a frappucino. For those of you who don't know, a frappucino is an blended iced-mocha. The word frappucino is a bastardization of the word cappucino, and frappe, a french word that is usually a setting on most blenders made for home-use. I have no idea what the word means translated, other than it is a culinary turn somehow related to blending. Or at least, one would hope so. And I am too lazy to look it up. But I digress from my original digression. (are we still keeping up? Good.) So anyways, this idiot orders a venti caramel blended iced mocha (he got is half right, at least). I told him we didn't have a venti size. So he asks if we have a large. Yes. Yes we do.
And what is up with Starbucks calling a small sized drink tall? WTF?!?!?! Maybe it makes them feel better for paying $5 for a cup of burnt coffee. Tall-brained morons.
And now, back to our original topic. I like the people I work with at T3h C0ff33. They are almost as twisted as me. the customers there for the most part display MUCH more intelligence, common sense, and sentience than do the customers at Toasty's.
Thank.
The.
Gods.
Personal: Mad Charity and I are about a w33k away from abandoning t3h c0nd0mz. w00t! Can I get an 'Amen!' for T3h P1ll? I knew I could. Anyways, just gots to go schedule a phsyical at the free clinic to make sure
Yeps. Other than that, there really isn't all that much going on. Oh, yeah. I started a gang-war at Toasty's. That is pretty much t3h cool, since I don't plan on being employed there much longer. By gang war, I mean the morning crew gang vs. the Night Crew gang. We on the night crew are outnumbered, but we are smarter, and all of us are in this country legally, with a full command of the English language. Morning Crew, you have no chance,
*Yeps. I have a fraud conviction against me because she decided she wanted a house we could not afford, and signed a false name on the document, and I ended up taking the fall for it. She best be glad she is on the East Coast now, and she best plan on stayin' there.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
The Good, the Bad, and the Bitchy...
The Good:
Well, my friend Dick, the guy who is a retired doctor and partial inspiration for me to pursue a medical career, finally turned up again. I have privately worried that he might have passed away, as he is rather aged. But he did show up. It turns out he had suffered a hernia, and was recovering from surgery to fix it. He even offered me a financial proposition of which I am still waiting to hear from him about the details. I am a little excited, but I am to realistic to expect a magick solution to my problems. But I am open-minded. I am glad he is okay. Loving the new job at t3h c0ff33 $h0p.
The Bad:
Stressed out at Toasty's. It is getting tougher to work there what with the cool c0ff33 job, and the fact that it will very shortly be boat season again.
The Bitchy:
The day manager at Toasty's. Flaming. Bitch. Whore. I am so tempted to unload on her when I quit. Depends on if I put in my two weeks, or if I get pushed to quitting on the spot. Oh well.
Well, my friend Dick, the guy who is a retired doctor and partial inspiration for me to pursue a medical career, finally turned up again. I have privately worried that he might have passed away, as he is rather aged. But he did show up. It turns out he had suffered a hernia, and was recovering from surgery to fix it. He even offered me a financial proposition of which I am still waiting to hear from him about the details. I am a little excited, but I am to realistic to expect a magick solution to my problems. But I am open-minded. I am glad he is okay. Loving the new job at t3h c0ff33 $h0p.
The Bad:
Stressed out at Toasty's. It is getting tougher to work there what with the cool c0ff33 job, and the fact that it will very shortly be boat season again.
The Bitchy:
The day manager at Toasty's. Flaming. Bitch. Whore. I am so tempted to unload on her when I quit. Depends on if I put in my two weeks, or if I get pushed to quitting on the spot. Oh well.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
V-Day... Stands for Vulture's Day.
I am not normally one to go on about conspiracy theories, but I sure have one for you today. Hallmark is totally behind Valentine's Day, in secret partnership with Hershey's and Nestle. Their goal. To make all of America poor and diabetic. And damn it if them migrant workers aren't jumping on the bandwagon with them!
Not to spew too much hate, but on the way home, I noticed two things that tipped me off to something Very Wrong:
Fucking. Vultures. Is it not bad enough you use up all of our Wellfare and tax money? Now you have to take the money right out of the average lazy person's pocket too?
Hating the illegal status of illegal immigrants aside, I hate how commercial Valentine's day is. the following statement (thank the gods) does not apply to my Charity. Some wimminz get so worked up over this FAKE holiday, they have been known to break off their relationships because they didn't get a $5 boquet of Fucking roses! Roses that will be DEAD in a week!
Fucking.
Weak.
<cartman>Screw you, St. Valentine. I'm going hoooome.</cartman>
Yeeeup.
I already have what I am going to give to my Baby for Valentine's and it sure as hell is:
boo. yah.
Not to spew too much hate, but on the way home, I noticed two things that tipped me off to something Very Wrong:
1.) There were NO illegal dudes waiting outside the Home Depot asking for "Trabajo."
2.) I found all of them on the street corner, selling Valetntines day shit. See attached photo:
Fucking. Vultures. Is it not bad enough you use up all of our Wellfare and tax money? Now you have to take the money right out of the average lazy person's pocket too?
Hating the illegal status of illegal immigrants aside, I hate how commercial Valentine's day is. the following statement (thank the gods) does not apply to my Charity. Some wimminz get so worked up over this FAKE holiday, they have been known to break off their relationships because they didn't get a $5 boquet of Fucking roses! Roses that will be DEAD in a week!
Fucking.
Weak.
<cartman>Screw you, St. Valentine. I'm going hoooome.</cartman>
Yeeeup.
I already have what I am going to give to my Baby for Valentine's and it sure as hell is:
a.) useful
b.) not an item of dubious origins purchased from an undocumented individual on a street corner.
boo. yah.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
The coolest thing.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Crap.
Got the crap scared out of me today. At work, some damn LA county Sherriff was staked out outside my Toasty's, and for some damn reason, I became very paranoid. Fortunately, all turned out fine in the end, but damn it, I HATE that I get so nervous because of something I DIDN'T EVEN DO!!
Life can suck sometimes. I guess all the more motivation to get all that taken care of, so I can stop being scared of my own shadow.
Life can suck sometimes. I guess all the more motivation to get all that taken care of, so I can stop being scared of my own shadow.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
"Paging Dr. Geek..."
Yup. The title says it all. I was at work today, at Toasty's, and two EMT's working on an ambulance came in to grab a bite to eat before heading back to their station house. I had just rung the first guy up when their Nextel goes off. I rush to get the other guy rung up, knowing that when an ambulance gets a call, time is critical. I get him out the door before the other guy even has time to start up the ambulance, so I don't think I held them back much. They then proceed to pull out of the parking lot with lights and sirens, and I stood there watching, and thought to myself:
I can't wait until that is me. What adventure!
And then I realized. When I do become a doctor, I am doomed to become Dr. Bashir, of DS9. Not just Dr. Bashir, but apparently I will be the Dr. Bashir from the pilot episode, all spaz and thirsting for "adventure!"
While I am mildly horrified by the prospect, I am also slightly amused by it. Not that I don't take becoming a doctor seriously. Far from it. I just find humor in the way my thoughts for a moment mirrored a Star Trek doctor. What a Geek am I.
And in other news, I have gotten a job at the Coffee shop next door to the Toasty's. Hooray. More work means more money. Ipromise not to maybe won't will for sure drink too much caffeine. Oh, well, I tried.
And again back to my future career aspirations, I find that most every night on the way home from work, I choose a path home that takes me past the Hospital here in town, and I drive past slowly, looking in the windows, and reaffirm that this is what I want to do. It really feels good to have a real plan for my life now. I am not just drifting down the river anymore. I have set a course, and I am prepping myself to get underway. Feels good. Really. Good. Zen.
I can't wait until that is me. What adventure!
And then I realized. When I do become a doctor, I am doomed to become Dr. Bashir, of DS9. Not just Dr. Bashir, but apparently I will be the Dr. Bashir from the pilot episode, all spaz and thirsting for "adventure!"
While I am mildly horrified by the prospect, I am also slightly amused by it. Not that I don't take becoming a doctor seriously. Far from it. I just find humor in the way my thoughts for a moment mirrored a Star Trek doctor. What a Geek am I.
And in other news, I have gotten a job at the Coffee shop next door to the Toasty's. Hooray. More work means more money. I
And again back to my future career aspirations, I find that most every night on the way home from work, I choose a path home that takes me past the Hospital here in town, and I drive past slowly, looking in the windows, and reaffirm that this is what I want to do. It really feels good to have a real plan for my life now. I am not just drifting down the river anymore. I have set a course, and I am prepping myself to get underway. Feels good. Really. Good. Zen.
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