It's bullshit and it's bad for you
Putting aside the heart-removal of my last post, which still hurts but I'm working on it, I need to bitch about something else that's making my life suck.
Comic Con. I had resigned myself to not going this year when tickets sold out in two hours while I was in New York. Then I put in a request for that weekend off so that I could get out of Southern California while it was going on and my request was approved. Which means I now have July 20-24 off work. On the 20th, I seeing Eddie Izzard in Hollywood, so that's cool. But after that, I don't know. The original plan was for me and Roberto to go up to the Bay area and hang out. But now I seem to be on the Comic Con list at work. Here's the stupid part though...
It's for Sunday afternoon. It's not a 4-day pass, which sucks, but when they said I could go Sunday, I was stoked. The Doctor Who panel is Sunday morning, so I figured I'd at least get to see Matt Smith and Karen Gillan and that would partially redeem my not seeing everything else throughout the weekend. Here's where it gets really stupid...
I can't pick up my pass until my shift starts at 2. Which means I would have no time to roam the floor or go to panels in the morning; I would just be showing up on Sunday to work the booth from 2-7. So I'd get to go to Comic Con, but not really.
And this is all on top of the fact that one of my especially twatty coworkers who has nothing but DISDAIN for nerd culture gets to work the booth, along with a couple of other, less twatty coworkers, who don't hate nerds, but certainly don't care for a second about anything Comic Con stands for. I realize I'm not the most well-rounded nerd in the world, but I'm the closest that they've got at Legoland. I'd actually appreciate the experience. I'd enjoy interacting with the people. These other employees... they make fun of the people that show up for Star Wars Days. They've never seen an episode of Mythbusters. They've never picked up a comic book in their life. They have no interest in video games. They've never even bought or built a single one of the Lego sets we'll be selling at the booth. They read fucking Twilight. These are not people that belong at Comic Con... these are the people that made high school hell for people that go to Comic Con. But they get to go and, in some cases, get 4-day passes. What the fuck?
/rant
In other news, I've decided not to cut and donate my hair until I lose 50 pounds. It's completely arbitrary and the two are entirely unrelated, but anything to motivate me not to be such a goddamn fatass anymore is useful to me. This means I'm temporarily cutting down on my beer intake. I'm also trying not to go out to eat as much as I do. Considering how little I eat at home and work and the fact that I'm on my feet all day, lifting boxes and running around, I think beer and restaurants are the two massive contributors to my being a whale. It's an experiment. We'll see how it goes. I'm not joining a gym though. I can't afford it and I'd never go. The point is, either the cancer kids are going to get a Rupunzel amount of hair in a couple of years or I'm going to get so fed up with having long hair over the next few months that it will get my ass in gear and I'll actually start losing weight. My goal is to be able to shop at normal stores, even if it's just their XL size. Because Torrid is expensive, Lane Bryant is mostly geared towards old people, and Target's fat chick things look sort of trailer-parky. I'm never going to be a size 2, but I'll be happy with 12. As added motivation, if I ever get to the point where I look decent in a bikini, I'm getting Star Wars tattoos on my sides.
Fucksocks... I need to get dressed and go to work. Where I'm going to try really hard not to punch anyone in the face.
Comic Con. I had resigned myself to not going this year when tickets sold out in two hours while I was in New York. Then I put in a request for that weekend off so that I could get out of Southern California while it was going on and my request was approved. Which means I now have July 20-24 off work. On the 20th, I seeing Eddie Izzard in Hollywood, so that's cool. But after that, I don't know. The original plan was for me and Roberto to go up to the Bay area and hang out. But now I seem to be on the Comic Con list at work. Here's the stupid part though...
It's for Sunday afternoon. It's not a 4-day pass, which sucks, but when they said I could go Sunday, I was stoked. The Doctor Who panel is Sunday morning, so I figured I'd at least get to see Matt Smith and Karen Gillan and that would partially redeem my not seeing everything else throughout the weekend. Here's where it gets really stupid...
I can't pick up my pass until my shift starts at 2. Which means I would have no time to roam the floor or go to panels in the morning; I would just be showing up on Sunday to work the booth from 2-7. So I'd get to go to Comic Con, but not really.
And this is all on top of the fact that one of my especially twatty coworkers who has nothing but DISDAIN for nerd culture gets to work the booth, along with a couple of other, less twatty coworkers, who don't hate nerds, but certainly don't care for a second about anything Comic Con stands for. I realize I'm not the most well-rounded nerd in the world, but I'm the closest that they've got at Legoland. I'd actually appreciate the experience. I'd enjoy interacting with the people. These other employees... they make fun of the people that show up for Star Wars Days. They've never seen an episode of Mythbusters. They've never picked up a comic book in their life. They have no interest in video games. They've never even bought or built a single one of the Lego sets we'll be selling at the booth. They read fucking Twilight. These are not people that belong at Comic Con... these are the people that made high school hell for people that go to Comic Con. But they get to go and, in some cases, get 4-day passes. What the fuck?
/rant
In other news, I've decided not to cut and donate my hair until I lose 50 pounds. It's completely arbitrary and the two are entirely unrelated, but anything to motivate me not to be such a goddamn fatass anymore is useful to me. This means I'm temporarily cutting down on my beer intake. I'm also trying not to go out to eat as much as I do. Considering how little I eat at home and work and the fact that I'm on my feet all day, lifting boxes and running around, I think beer and restaurants are the two massive contributors to my being a whale. It's an experiment. We'll see how it goes. I'm not joining a gym though. I can't afford it and I'd never go. The point is, either the cancer kids are going to get a Rupunzel amount of hair in a couple of years or I'm going to get so fed up with having long hair over the next few months that it will get my ass in gear and I'll actually start losing weight. My goal is to be able to shop at normal stores, even if it's just their XL size. Because Torrid is expensive, Lane Bryant is mostly geared towards old people, and Target's fat chick things look sort of trailer-parky. I'm never going to be a size 2, but I'll be happy with 12. As added motivation, if I ever get to the point where I look decent in a bikini, I'm getting Star Wars tattoos on my sides.
Fucksocks... I need to get dressed and go to work. Where I'm going to try really hard not to punch anyone in the face.