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my very first entry...
so i've been a voyeur on Nat's livejournal for some weeks now (ever since the Felix-watch really heated up), and i've meant to start my own for a while, but i am, by nature, a procrastinator...
so here i am.
hmmm.
i guess i'll just start with what i did today...
woke up around 10:30 to the sound of my stupid cat knocking over his 359th lifetime glass of water...he is supremely offended by standing glasses of water. he's also insane. truly.
i always go immediately to allcentral when i wake up. because my only three friends with livejournals all post there, i am not afraid to admit it. then i spent a good hour or so at lonelyplanet.com, trying to decide where andy and i want to go next fall, in between quitting our jobs and starting new ones/school somewhere else...last year we went to costa rica, and i swear we'll go back someday, but i want to hit as many exotic foreign countries as possible before being inevitably bogged down with real jobs/real kids/real life...
india was my first choice, but the more i read about it, the more intimidating it seems...it's a REALLY big country...i guess i had never given it its proper consideration as a big country...it seems overwhelming in its provinces and palaces and entirely different climates...it's cheap, which is always a plus, but inevitably all the most romantic sounding places are in a state of turmoil...stupid fucking people, always wanting to fight with someone else and preventing me from safely travelling...same goes for indonesia, which sounds all pristine beach and dreamy...the u.s. travel advisory made it sound otherwise, however...something about avoiding all travel to the area, terrorists, bombings, blah, blah, blah...if i were a more adventurous person (my inner self and outer self are in constant disagreement as to whether i am or not) i would say "fuck bombs! i want to lay on a beach and mingle with orangutans in sumatra!," but i'll never forget how badly i and my fellow travellers stuck out as americans in spain...i don't think i'd be able to enjoy a vacation if i was constantly worried about avoiding public places and dodging suspicious-looking arabs...i even toyed with the idea of sewing patches of the canadian flag on our backpacks (how the canadians of allcentral would love THAT) when we go...something i still haven't ruled out...i mean, it's not as if i'm particularly proud to be an american...i'd even go so far as to say that often, especially when considering travel to other countries, i'd rather NOT be known as an american...i could probably even swing a half-convincing canadian accent...my parents, born and raised in northern minnesota, have often been mistaken for canadians...i'd just have to make sure i never wrote anything down, for fear of leaving the 'u' out of words like 'color' and 'favor'...
after losing myself in a fantasy travel world of vietnam, peru and malaysia, i woke up and realized that i had to go to work.
man, i hate work.
okay, so i don't have a REAL, grown-up job. i work at kinko's. promise me you'll never work at kinko's. retail in general, but especially not kinko's...it's got all the bad sides of working in retail (namely, dealing with the public) and none of the good sides (who the fuck wants an employee discount on copies?)...and have i mentioned the 'dealing with the public' part? having worked there now for over 3 years, i can make this very definitive statement: 'the public' are morons. plain and simple and with VERY few exceptions. kinko's is supremely worse, though, because you're not selling them a dress that they picked out or a book they like, you're providing them with a service that they NEED, right NOW, and they can't BELIEVE you managed to fuck it up...even though it wasn't even close to being YOU who fucked it up...it was, 9 times out of 10, THEY who were the fucker-uppers. THEY will never admit this. THEY are the bane of my existence.
the only things that make work bearable are the presence there of andy (oh yeah...we're pullin' in the DOUBLE-kinko's income) and various other coworkers who hate kinko's just as much as i do...we are comrades in hate...paisanos in mockery of others...and we get FREE PORN. yes, once in a very long while, working at kinko's pays off...yesterday we did a job for a local porn distributor, and the lady was really cool...she told us when she placed the order that she'd put together a 'care package' when andy went to drop the job off...we giggled at the idea, but she really followed through...andy came back with a cute little shopping bag, a la victoria's secret, FULL of porn. for those who weren't pleased with the selected offerings, she included 3 catalogs and an offer to call her up with our own personal preferences...rock. there was also the time we got a free keg of some really good local beer from a delivery driver who needed copies really quickly...and there's the fact that we can listen to whatever music we like during our shift with the added bonus that in a swanky hipster town like chapel hill, most of the people working there have half-decent taste (except for our branch manager, whose sole contribution to the work cd collection was avril lavigne...but hey. there's always gotta be that one guy...)...and there are the frequent marathon smoke breaks and the manager flexible about using sick time as vacation time...
but then, ever ready to drop a deluge on the picnic of 'yay! kinko's!,' there's the looming, ominous cloud of 'the public.' that damn public. they seriously suck. in a serious way. present company excluded, of course.
anyway, that's a pretty healthy first entry, wouldn'tcha say? time to go crawl into bed and cuddle my sleeping boyfriend...
thank maude (expression courtesy of Nat.) for sleeping boyfriends...
so i've been a voyeur on Nat's livejournal for some weeks now (ever since the Felix-watch really heated up), and i've meant to start my own for a while, but i am, by nature, a procrastinator...
so here i am.
hmmm.
i guess i'll just start with what i did today...
woke up around 10:30 to the sound of my stupid cat knocking over his 359th lifetime glass of water...he is supremely offended by standing glasses of water. he's also insane. truly.
i always go immediately to allcentral when i wake up. because my only three friends with livejournals all post there, i am not afraid to admit it. then i spent a good hour or so at lonelyplanet.com, trying to decide where andy and i want to go next fall, in between quitting our jobs and starting new ones/school somewhere else...last year we went to costa rica, and i swear we'll go back someday, but i want to hit as many exotic foreign countries as possible before being inevitably bogged down with real jobs/real kids/real life...
india was my first choice, but the more i read about it, the more intimidating it seems...it's a REALLY big country...i guess i had never given it its proper consideration as a big country...it seems overwhelming in its provinces and palaces and entirely different climates...it's cheap, which is always a plus, but inevitably all the most romantic sounding places are in a state of turmoil...stupid fucking people, always wanting to fight with someone else and preventing me from safely travelling...same goes for indonesia, which sounds all pristine beach and dreamy...the u.s. travel advisory made it sound otherwise, however...something about avoiding all travel to the area, terrorists, bombings, blah, blah, blah...if i were a more adventurous person (my inner self and outer self are in constant disagreement as to whether i am or not) i would say "fuck bombs! i want to lay on a beach and mingle with orangutans in sumatra!," but i'll never forget how badly i and my fellow travellers stuck out as americans in spain...i don't think i'd be able to enjoy a vacation if i was constantly worried about avoiding public places and dodging suspicious-looking arabs...i even toyed with the idea of sewing patches of the canadian flag on our backpacks (how the canadians of allcentral would love THAT) when we go...something i still haven't ruled out...i mean, it's not as if i'm particularly proud to be an american...i'd even go so far as to say that often, especially when considering travel to other countries, i'd rather NOT be known as an american...i could probably even swing a half-convincing canadian accent...my parents, born and raised in northern minnesota, have often been mistaken for canadians...i'd just have to make sure i never wrote anything down, for fear of leaving the 'u' out of words like 'color' and 'favor'...
after losing myself in a fantasy travel world of vietnam, peru and malaysia, i woke up and realized that i had to go to work.
man, i hate work.
okay, so i don't have a REAL, grown-up job. i work at kinko's. promise me you'll never work at kinko's. retail in general, but especially not kinko's...it's got all the bad sides of working in retail (namely, dealing with the public) and none of the good sides (who the fuck wants an employee discount on copies?)...and have i mentioned the 'dealing with the public' part? having worked there now for over 3 years, i can make this very definitive statement: 'the public' are morons. plain and simple and with VERY few exceptions. kinko's is supremely worse, though, because you're not selling them a dress that they picked out or a book they like, you're providing them with a service that they NEED, right NOW, and they can't BELIEVE you managed to fuck it up...even though it wasn't even close to being YOU who fucked it up...it was, 9 times out of 10, THEY who were the fucker-uppers. THEY will never admit this. THEY are the bane of my existence.
the only things that make work bearable are the presence there of andy (oh yeah...we're pullin' in the DOUBLE-kinko's income) and various other coworkers who hate kinko's just as much as i do...we are comrades in hate...paisanos in mockery of others...and we get FREE PORN. yes, once in a very long while, working at kinko's pays off...yesterday we did a job for a local porn distributor, and the lady was really cool...she told us when she placed the order that she'd put together a 'care package' when andy went to drop the job off...we giggled at the idea, but she really followed through...andy came back with a cute little shopping bag, a la victoria's secret, FULL of porn. for those who weren't pleased with the selected offerings, she included 3 catalogs and an offer to call her up with our own personal preferences...rock. there was also the time we got a free keg of some really good local beer from a delivery driver who needed copies really quickly...and there's the fact that we can listen to whatever music we like during our shift with the added bonus that in a swanky hipster town like chapel hill, most of the people working there have half-decent taste (except for our branch manager, whose sole contribution to the work cd collection was avril lavigne...but hey. there's always gotta be that one guy...)...and there are the frequent marathon smoke breaks and the manager flexible about using sick time as vacation time...
but then, ever ready to drop a deluge on the picnic of 'yay! kinko's!,' there's the looming, ominous cloud of 'the public.' that damn public. they seriously suck. in a serious way. present company excluded, of course.
anyway, that's a pretty healthy first entry, wouldn'tcha say? time to go crawl into bed and cuddle my sleeping boyfriend...
thank maude (expression courtesy of Nat.) for sleeping boyfriends...