Rumors of my recent alien abdction have been greatly exaggerated...

Hello, Internets. How are you? Very good. It has been like two weeks since I posted. Not sure why. Plenty has been happening. New trainees at the boat job. More hours, but not so many that I don't have time to post. I guess I got a little bored with posting. I suppose a lot of blogs that I read have a theme, or a reason for existing. I am not sure that mine does. I like the idea of writing my ideas down, but as soon as I sit to write, the ideas leak out of my left ear. They have the consistency of maple syrup.

grr.

Beautiful Day...

So, I left the house today to go collect paychecks and whatnot. I stopped @ the Farmer's Market for a bite to eat and to pick up a Bamboo plant for Nine, and I ended up stayin. I only have a few minutes before I need to get ready for work. I just wandered around, and hung out with friends from the various shops up and down 6th street. It was nice. The sun is great, and despite the winds we had yesterday, the water is pretty nice, according to the crew of the Starship when I went to pick up my paycheck. I am so happy to be going out on the water today. Wish it wasn't on a monohull, but think everything will be fine. Well, I supposed I had better go get ready.

Nine, love, the Bamboo plant will be in the office so the cats don't eat it.

Esspressoap!

Yes, Internets. I came up with a genius of an idea yesterday whilst being bored @ t3h c0ff33. I had gotten used espresso grinds on my hands, and I went to wash them off. And after I had washed it off, I noticed my hands were SO SOFT.

So what did I do? I pulled several more shots, and exfoliated my arms with the esspresso. SO SOFT.

Called my co-worker over. She tried it. SO SOFT. Then it hit me. I can put that crap in saop and yuppies will pay out the nose for Yet Another All-Natural Beauty Care Product that promises to Sharpen Your Mind While Smoothing your Skin! Esspressoap! Caffeinated Exfoliation meets Soft, Silky Cream Soap!

I will be a ka-jillionaire. This time next year, Nine and I will be rubbing elbows with the likes of Donald Trump & Bill Gates. Why rubbing elbows? Not sure, but that is what they do in those circles. They rub elbows.

Bosses suck.

Okay, I have seen some fucked up shit in my time, and some truly class-less behavior. But this one tops most of it. And from my boss, the owner of a business, no less.

I had to be at work at 5am this morning at t3h c0ff33. No big deal. Get up at 4am. That's 4am in the fucking morning. I get up, shower, and leave the house, arriving at work right on time. As usual. I check the schedule, and notice I am opening with the boss, and Matt, a piece of shit, is scheduled to come in at 7. Not that he ever makes it in on time, but whatever. Boss doesn't show. She calls at 5:25am, telling me she just woke up and slept through the alarm. Fine, it happens. I am a little annoyed, because I was doing both jobs.
Had it been me late, I would have been fired. Or at least disciplined. But she is the boss and thus accountable to no one. Whatever. She gets in about 5:40 or so, and I ask her in a friendly tone, "Had a rough night?"

You know, because I imagine she stayed up too late, thus causing her to sleep in. (side note: I didn't fall asleep till almost midnight, yet I was on time.)

And she responds in a bitchy tone & attitude, and then blames me for not calling her and waking her up when I noticed she was late. WTF?? Isn't she the boss? Isn't her job as a grown adult and owner of a business to get her own fat-ass up? I don't recall anywhere in the job description or training program where it stated that I was, in addition to my barista duties, babysit my boss. That's some bullshit.

And when Matt, as usual, hadn't shown up for his shift either, when she called him I happened to be next to her, and she was nasty to him, too. "Where the Hell are you?"

Wow. Hypocrisy of the likes that makes my pirate blood run cold. And when I teased her and him both about being late, she looked like she wanted to fire me on the spot, and then proceeded to critique my work skills and work attitude. And then she bitched me out in front of the new hire, and she was like, "Is the boss always like that?"

"Welcome to T3h c0ff33," I said magnanimously, arms spread wide.

Yep.

Partly related also:

I hate people with entitlement issues. But I found something worse. An immigrant so fresh off the boat he could barely speak english with entitlement issues. Despite the fact that I hate those kind of issues, I can see how some people can develop them. Maybe they are born to affluental parents who made a good life off of the American Dream™ in the 60's, and think they are entitled to all life has to offer, because they hadn't had to work for it yet. But then here comes some FOB that left his homeland to make a new life, and waltzes into my shop and expects it to be handed to him on a silver plater? Fuck. You. Please. Die.

Grr. I was not happy today, and if I didn't still need the coffee shop job for another 2 weeks or so? I totally would have quit on the spot. Because the boss? She has entitlement issues. She thinks she is entitled to treat me and the other employees like shit, and for us to take it. Wrong. I have already decided that I when I leave there, I will be burning some bridges.

Summer is coming.

Yee-up. Summer is already getting ready to come upon us. Oh, I know it is barely spring, but I wasn't refering to the Earth's tilt in relation to it's position around the sun. I was referring to the tourist season on Catalina Island. As it fast approaches, I find myself preparing for the season ahead, and strategizing to maximize my hours on the boats, which pay much better then t3h c0ff33.

In addition, Summer Semester will be starting in a month or so at the local community college, and I will be enrolling myself in an EMT course, with the possible addition of an elective. Just because I am going to be paying to enroll, I might as well have a little fun with it as well.

I am getting really excited. Since making my mind up to launch myself down the long path towards my M.D., I haven't had the oppurtunity to do much except wait. Wait for summer, which brings both the summer semester, and the money to attend the summer semester. I don't wait well. I can be very patient at times, but when faced with a decade-long path to where I want to be, the pressure to move quickly is strong. But of course, there was nothing I could do.

Until Now.

I am researching scheduling and tuition fees as soon as I post this entry, and then when I am done, I will update, to let you, the Internets, know all about it. Thanks for sticking with me.