At Work
I'm at work right now. I feel kinda crappy, but that's just because I drank a lot last night. I'm updating from a PDA phone... sweet eh? Anyway, next week saturday Common Rotation is playing in GR and you should come. Also, I'm thinking about going to A2 next week so there should be pool and music. That is all... I should go back to work.
-Jon
Help Stop Uwe Boll
I've seen Alone in the Dark. It is, to date, the only movie that I actively and passionaately attemted to discourage people from renting while I worked at the video store. This includes such movies as: National Lampoon's Dorm Days, You Got Served, Rip it Off, various Steven Segal straight to video flicks, Van Damn straight to video, and Titanic. Alone in the Dark stands with The In Crowd as the two worst movies I've ever seen. This... ... well... Just watch it. Join the cause.
-Jon
Urge to Kill Rising
Let me tell you about my night. Tonight I managed to tip the office chair at work onto my big toe. Right onto the nail. Now, for those lucky few of you who have seen my hideous nails, you might know what this means. For the rest of you, I have mildly-ingrown toenails. My toenails are also just ugly and one of them is kinda deformed from an accident I had when I was in, I think, fourth grade. All that aside, I want to never see the guy who cleaned our carpets tonight. And if I never see him again it'll be too... ... no, he isn't worth the cliche.
So, he shoes up at my store at 9:30. I wasn't prepared, or expecting him, and he looked... ... well... he looked kinda scary. Like one of those creepy customers that I'm not really totally sure why they're creepy, I just want them to leave, quickly. I ask if I can help him and he tells me he's here to strip and wax our backroom. First I had heard of it, so I call the boss, and she forgot to tell me (which is kind of ironic because she had just scolded me for forgeting to do things -- but that's irrelevant), but that's not a big deal (such a non-big deal that I didn't even mention that she had scolded me for the exact same kinda thing... ain't that big o' me? (Why did I suddenly start talking like a yokel?)). Anyways, she told me that he was supposed to be there, and I was fine, so we cleared the floor of the back-room and so forth. So far, he's fine. He does the stuff in the back, and stays the hell out of my way, just the way I like the carpet guys. Did I mention that I was staying to do carpets?
I've stayed to do carpets a bunch, mostly because I just don't care. I'd just as soon stay up until 3 and get paid for it than stay up until three and not. Ya dig? Anyways, this is probably the fifth or sixth time I've stayed for carpets, and I don't think I've ever gotten home after, say, 3:15 at the absolute latest. That becomes relevant in a minute.
So, after he gets done with the stripping of the backroom, I ask him about when he expects to get done. And he tells me the following, "Well, I'm hoping to get done by 3:30 or 4:00." And it was at this moment, that if I could have dropped my jaw a-la cartoon-caracters-in-stunned-shock I would have. I damn near hit my forhead and said, "D'oh!!" I was confused, so I mentioned to him that the latest the other guys have ever gotten done was around 2:30 or 3:00. He replied that the company wanted them to take their time and do the job "right." Considering that the back room looked exactly the same after him working on it as it did before, I was not hopeful for the night. So, when I close the store, I expected him to start setting up the hoses and his stuff, etc. Instead of, you know, doing his job, he disapeared for 35 minutes. It wasn't until 12:35 when my co-worker was leaving that he finally pulled back up. I think the only reason that he came back was because she was leaving, and he saw her car pull past as he sat there, behind my f**king store. The whole time, the amount of time it ususally takes to get the thing set up, he was sitting behind my store (I am, by the way, getting more angry as I type this). Anyways, he gets in, sets up slowly, and then, when he starts to clean the carpet, I notice that both the entrance and exit doors to my store are wide open. So I walk up to him and I ask if he was going to leave the doors open. He tells me that "I was just making sure that the machine was working" (this also becomes important). So, fine. He sets up the doorjam. It's a big freaking piston-like device that jams the door shut. A dolphin could operate this thing, and dolphins don't have the oposable thumbs that are required to use the ratchet-thing that lengthens the thing. Really. And I'm not kidding when I say that five full minutes later he finally gets the door shut using a device that is easier to use than the Club(TM). Then he goes back to cleaning. After he get's about 1/4 - 1/3 of the way done with the store I get a call from security. It's 1:50. They ask how long it'll take. I tell them that he said he wanted to get done by 3:30 - 4:00, so call back at 3:30 and hopefully I'll have a good idea as to when I'll be leaving, and I don't have much hope that it'll be by then.
After I talk to security, I noticed that he wasn't cleaning anymore, and I wanted to figure out what in the blue-hell was going on around here... I go outside, with the pretense of going to my car to put something in it... and as he was sitting there fiddling with his equipment (no, NOT the equipment in his pants...) I ask, "Is there a problem?" He quickly, briskly and completely and totally dismissively tells me, "No." I think this is odd, because there is obviously a problem, otherwise you'd be in there cleaning my damn carpets. As I walk over to my car, he gets a two-way on his phone. I hear the bodyless voice ask him, "Is it working?" Then I experience deja vu when I heard him say, "No." ... ... ... ... YOU DUMB F**K!!! IF YOU WANT TO TELL ME THERE ISN'T A PROBLEM, MAKE SURE I DON'T HEAR YOU TELL SOMEONE THAT YOUR CARPET-CLEANING EQUIPMENT ISN'T WORKING!!! YOU ARE A CARPET CLEANER!!! THAT S**T IS VITAL TO WHAT YOU'RE HERE TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!
Have I mentioned that I'm getting madder and madder as I type this? Anyways, it's a longer story... but he was excessively incompetant, and it was 4:30am when he finally checked out with the automated service that tracks maintnace, etc, for my store. He then handed me a sheet to fill out about his performance on the job. Now, when I filled out the part about him being "Profesional and Courteous" I gave him the benifit of the doubt. He hadn't, actually, pissed me off so much that I wanted to say no to that (at least, not yet). So I filled in yes. However, for the part where it asked if everything he moved had been moved back, I had to answer no. It wasn't. He asked me to fill it out and he hadn't put back much of anything that he had moved. When I handed the sheet back to him he said in a pissed off tone of voice, "I hadn't gotten to that yet..." And that's what really pissed me off.
Dear Sir,
If you hadn't yet gotten to the last thing you're supposed to do before finishing your job at my store, you A) Wouldn't have had me fill out the response sheet. B) Wouldn't have filled out the maintnace log. C) Wouldn't have checked out with the automated service. or D) Had that sudden surprised realization/F**k-I-forgot-something look on your face when you read that card. And in response to being reminded of the fact that you hadn't, in fact, finished your job you shouldn't have taken that argumentative, pissed off, who-are-you-to-criticize-me tone of voice. You dumb s**t. Also, if you really had planned on doing that part of the job, you would have actually done that part of the job, instead of walking around and replacing a few things while leaving other things (like large carpets) on my counters. If you had actually finished your job, I would have gladly changed that part of the sheet to yes, you had replaced everything. However, you didn't. Also, that final outburst pushed me over the edge and led me to believe that you were neither professional or courteous. And I want to kick you in the head. That is all.
Anyways, I didn't get out of there until 5:00 am, because it took him a while more to get his crap out to his van, then he sat outside my store for 10 minutes. I didn't want him outside my store after I left, so I waited for him. Also, I was putting everything back, and cleaning up the messes that he left. I worked for 12 hours today, and it's mostly his fault. I could've gotten out of there at 10 hours, if he'd be halfway competent. I hope it's not too late to register a complaint.
Weirdness
I was thinking about deleting that last entry that I made, while really quite drunk... but I've decided against it. Why? Oh, why not. It's out there, and that's all there is too it. This is not, however, going to have to do with anything mentioned in that last post...
Tonight I experienced something that I've never experienced in my life before, and hopefully never again (although -- I have this feeling I probably will). I was caught between (and this really is, mostly, supposition on my part -- while I admit to the fact that I could be wrong... I'm not) a married man and his mistress. Or his girl-on-the-side. Or his whatever-the-hell-you-want-to-call-it. And it was really wierd for me. On the one hand, it started off all normal. I know the dude, and have met the girl before, and was never aware of any such relationship. I thought they were just flirty. My bad. Anyways, we were talking, and they were just acting buddy buddy, and then she was flirting with me, but very quickly I realized that she was flirting with me and paying a hell of a lot more attention to his reaction than mine.
"Ahhh," I said to myself, "I am the catalyst for jealosy and/or action. Great."
So, after I realized that I kinda stopped with the flirting back -- mostly because I didn't want to get in the middle of anything, and... well... The folks playing the open mic started to be good. Anyways, I don't think that I stopped early enough or, I guess, I stopped at just the right time. Because almost immediately after I stopped really talking to her (in the -- "What do you do, blah blah blah" kind of way) he suddenly started acting like her boyfriend. They were making kissy faces at each other, and he was "secretly" holding her hand. Then, later, they started dancing... And by dancing I, of course, mean grinding against one another with an absolute and total disregard for the rhythm of the music being played. I think he was marking his teritory. That was weird for me too.
Anyways, weirdness at the bar. Laters yo.
Uncertanty
If you've talked to me recently, or even read my blog (I'm sure), this overwhelming feeling of "I don't know" has been eminating from me like -- Like something that eminates from something else... What a wonderful metaphor... ... ...
In any event, I've been less than certain about pretty much everything in my life lately. And, that's been leadingto some less than comftorable circumstances. If I am spelling words incorectly, that's quite possibly mostly because of the fact that i closed my eyes, andn now I just ignore all those bars and venues that would have ignored me... cuz, really, who needs'em? .. ... ... .... ..... ............. ......... ......... .......... ........... .....................
<>p>I'm a little buzzed, and I just don't know what to say. We'll leave it with, "No regrets.... that's my motto... that, and everbody wang chung tonight... ... ... ... ...
Enough
I had a reason for the title to this entry before, I don't remember what that reason was. My bad. First off -- The open mic night went fine... I strained my voice a bit, but that's mostly because I haven't been practicing at all lately. Joey -- yeah, that's what I was asking for, so... well, yeah. Robbie -- I have no idea what address I was refrencing that had mine first thus breaking it.
I think I had something profound to say earlier, although, I'm not sure what it was. There are many things that I could say, do or think that would have quite an impact on my life, and, hopefully, an impact on your interpretation of my life. However... I just don't care. Right here, right now. I just want to not have to worry about "tomorow" (the figurative tomorow that is another way of saying "the unknown future"), I don't want to worry about money, or a job, or school, or my car, or bills, or anything else. I want very little, and yet, I often feel as though what I ask for or wish I could have is simply right outside the realm of reasonable. I don't know. Anyways, I've had a few experiences in the last little while that, hopefully, will effect the next little while of my life in a positive manner. It's just a matter of getting there. And we'll see how that goes, won't we?
The Airflow has Slowed…
... and I have stalled. I'm falling, and... wait... no. That sounds way depresed and somesuch. I'm not. I just don't know how to finish the vaccation post. I've gotta ask you, Joey to write up your acount of what happened w/ that dude outside the CPK, and I'll see what I can do for a full account of the rest of that day.
And I'll fix the Cap's link... ... ... when I get to it. I'm planning a complete redesign, or at least a moderate redesign... However, I'm having what I can only assume is a quarter life crisis, and I haven't had the motivation to work on the page lately. I will soon(ish). Maybe.
I might get a new job too, we'll see. I think this is all part of me rebelling against... well... myself. Tonight I'm going out to play a open mic. We'll see how that goes, won't we?
Hmm... yeah, I got nothin' else.
More Trip
The trip post has been updated with Vegas. I'll finish it either later today or tomorow. I'm just too tired to keep trying to read my own handwriting right now.
One Last Thing
Before I lay me down to get my rest, I have to ask a question. Does anybody know any really good books that teach grammar? See, I love grammar jokes, I just don't know it well enough to, you know, make them. Anyways, that and I've been having myself a nice little 1/4 life crisis... brought on, I think, mostly because I've yet to get an "education"... and by "education" I mean, of course, that piece of paper that makes people think that you're smrt... ... ... smart.
It's time for bed. My eyes hurt.
Damnit
I need to be stopped. I've gotta be at work in six hours. Which means that I'm going to get very little sleep. Instead of trying to sleep, I'm recording bad songs that I'm making up on the spot. Really f**king productive Jon. Good job. I'm irritated with myself. Quite irritated actually. Ahh well. Such is life, at times.
Also, I should have a chance to finish the trip post tomorow (or, more accurately, later today). I'll make sure to put up a note when I do so you don't have to mindlessly scroll. Kisses.
P.S. Aparently in my irritation, I've become a 14 year old girl by ending a post with "kisses." What the hell?