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Woo-oh… It’s been awhile. I’m shocked this damn thing is still up, and have I been busy, so please…
It’s been a long damn time since I updated, so I’ll try to keep this brief, but I will probably fail. Unfortunately, since my computer is extremely lousy (I’m on my family’s computer… not mine, mine’s pretty good) I can’t put up any pictures even though I desperately want to.
My sister’s sixteenth birthday was held at the Carlton. It was a surprise birthday and she liked it a lot. I filmed it and pretended like I was bribing her friends into saying nice things about her (which she thought was hilarious). For some reason I wore a cowboy hat… I usually don’t wear them, but I put it on in the morning as a joke and I kind of forgot about it and ended up wearing it the entire day.
And if Brianne is reading this, I could swear I saw you working the bakery of the Carlton and I tried to get your attention before realizing that you would probably have no idea who I am or what I look like.
I have been working with a temp agency. The way this works is that these people find the worst jobs that the planet has to offer and asks if you want to do them for basically pocket change… and since I am in need of money, I have to take pretty much whatever it is they have to offer and since I can’t complain about it there, I’ll do it here and maybe have some fun while doing it (complaining, I mean… it’s impossible to have fun at the jobs themselves, so don’t get the impression that I’m actually doing the mature thing and making the best of a bad situation).
Sierra Vista Hospital
This job is probably the easiest physically, but the most mentally taxing. This job included washing incredible amounts of dishes and humongous cooking pans upon which is caked various things like eggs and oatmeal, which due to intense heat have been turned into some sort of ceramic that is next to impossible to scrape off.
Another duty is that I have to throw away an incredible amount of food, and for someone who hates waste, this was BRUTAL. I was literally cramming entire pans full chicken breasts into an industrial garbage disposal; most of the food I wash down wasn’t even served… it was still in the damn trays, sometimes still saran-wrapped! So, doing my part, I made sure that I ate some of the endless stream of foods that I was required to dump after each meal. I took home some too because it was actually tasty… and just to avoid confusion, I was NOT eating off of sick people’s plates… that’s just stupid. The food I ate (constantly) was still in the SERVING trays, not the plates.
The people were nice (generally). One of the people I was working with was this Chinese woman about 4 feet 2 inches tall who spoke louder than any other human being on earth… not only loudly, but nearly incomprehensible as well… Quoting her: “I doh noh if you noh, buh I fah CHINA!” to which I responded “really…”. This woman was so loud that I could hear her from the next room, behind double doors right next to a running industrial garbage disposal, a running industrial dish washer and a clanging water heater and she spoke just as loud to someone if they were two feet away as she would if they were fifty feet away. At least she was one of the NICE ones.
some steel place
This one was my favorite… I got there at 7AM and worked until 2PM (not bad at all) but during those few hours I never worked harder in my entire life. I was literally hauling around 120-350 pound steel beams (the larger ones were obviously a group effort, but it was still really really hard) not to mention that I was working off of two hours sleep because I did caricatures for my brother’s class grad night with Mike D… which was way fun. It took me nearly two full days to recover from that job which was just enough time to start…
Diktomatic
I probably butchered the spelling of this place, but that’s how you pronounce it. This job was extremely boring… It’s a bad sign when the person at the agency calls you up and apologizes before he says anything else (you probably think I’m kidding, but I’m not). It was inventory for a distribution center that shipped O-rings for anything that requires O-rings (obviously a lot because there were about 50 thousand different kinds we had to sort through and pull off shelves that were sometimes 20 feet high). I don’t mind the boredom as much because I can always shift into creative writing gear and run through stories or potential stories in my head and write them down during break… the only thing that really got to me was that the manager is almost EXACTLY like my dad in many many ways… don’t get me wrong, I love my dad but the thing that drives me the most crazy is that the manager and my dad expect me to know what they want done strictly by telepathy… that is to say, they think I should intrinsically know what should be done and just do it without them having to ask. The three words I hate to hear from my dad the most are: “use your eyes”, implying that I see exactly what he sees so that I can know what he wants done, which is beyond maddening for me.
a close brush with MTV
A while back I helped my cousin film his submission piece for MTV’s Real World. He has since talked to a few producers and my cousin keeps telling me that everyone who sees the video asks who shot it and everyone is extremely impressed with it (one even wanted to keep a copy for himself)… and was I smart enough to give my cousin some business cards of mine so that he can promote the BOTH of us as originally planned? NOOOOOOO! So I’m feeling rather stupid right now, but I’m making it right and my cousin is still in contact with these people and he’s going to give them my card. Hopefully this will lead to some employment. Oh, by the way, my cousin is going to be on Room Raiders… and he’s totally not taking it seriously, which is hilarious. He’s trying to scare the girl away by putting a bunch of weird stuff in his room. I’ll be sure to tell everyone when it’s airing so you can all laugh and enjoy it with us. It’s going to be shot sometime in this upcoming week. Hopefully, he’ll be on the Real World too (he’s already talked to some producers, I don’t know if they’re from the Real World or not) but the only problem with that is that his myspace page is going to be inundated with a bunch of stupid girls saying stuff like “do me, you’re hot!”, “OMG, YOU’RE SUCH A HOTTIE!!!11”, etc etc…
(Here’s a link to his myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=17786614&Mytoken=20050612204650 )
What did I learn from all this? I learned to value my higher education and pray to God that I don’t have those sort of jobs for the rest of my life… also (on a serious note) after the steel job I developed an INCREDIBLE appreciation of those people who do those sort of things for a living and it was immensely therapeutic for a person who usually makes money by expending almost entirely mental effort rather than strictly physical. I felt balanced and centered after doing this work and I actually appreciated it (much to the surprise of the guy who hired me).
During my long spells of boredom I ran through several Hunters ideas (for those of you who care about the project or even know what I’m talking about) and I became convinced that it would probably make a far better comic series than movie. Unfortunately, I can’t show any of the artwork I’ve done for it because I can’t upload anything into photobucket as of now, but once I’m able I will be certain to do so. One of the reasons I think it would be better is that there is actually a MESSAGE behind the Hunters comic whereas the movie is more or less just a parody. I always wanted the message to be there, that’s how it was originally written but it became difficult to maintain it for the screen adaptation; which I thinks takes away some of the richness of the story.
Oh well, that’s enough rambling for now. Congratulations to anyone who read through all this. I hope it lived up to the hype.
It’s been a long damn time since I updated, so I’ll try to keep this brief, but I will probably fail. Unfortunately, since my computer is extremely lousy (I’m on my family’s computer… not mine, mine’s pretty good) I can’t put up any pictures even though I desperately want to.
My sister’s sixteenth birthday was held at the Carlton. It was a surprise birthday and she liked it a lot. I filmed it and pretended like I was bribing her friends into saying nice things about her (which she thought was hilarious). For some reason I wore a cowboy hat… I usually don’t wear them, but I put it on in the morning as a joke and I kind of forgot about it and ended up wearing it the entire day.
And if Brianne is reading this, I could swear I saw you working the bakery of the Carlton and I tried to get your attention before realizing that you would probably have no idea who I am or what I look like.
I have been working with a temp agency. The way this works is that these people find the worst jobs that the planet has to offer and asks if you want to do them for basically pocket change… and since I am in need of money, I have to take pretty much whatever it is they have to offer and since I can’t complain about it there, I’ll do it here and maybe have some fun while doing it (complaining, I mean… it’s impossible to have fun at the jobs themselves, so don’t get the impression that I’m actually doing the mature thing and making the best of a bad situation).
Sierra Vista Hospital
This job is probably the easiest physically, but the most mentally taxing. This job included washing incredible amounts of dishes and humongous cooking pans upon which is caked various things like eggs and oatmeal, which due to intense heat have been turned into some sort of ceramic that is next to impossible to scrape off.
Another duty is that I have to throw away an incredible amount of food, and for someone who hates waste, this was BRUTAL. I was literally cramming entire pans full chicken breasts into an industrial garbage disposal; most of the food I wash down wasn’t even served… it was still in the damn trays, sometimes still saran-wrapped! So, doing my part, I made sure that I ate some of the endless stream of foods that I was required to dump after each meal. I took home some too because it was actually tasty… and just to avoid confusion, I was NOT eating off of sick people’s plates… that’s just stupid. The food I ate (constantly) was still in the SERVING trays, not the plates.
The people were nice (generally). One of the people I was working with was this Chinese woman about 4 feet 2 inches tall who spoke louder than any other human being on earth… not only loudly, but nearly incomprehensible as well… Quoting her: “I doh noh if you noh, buh I fah CHINA!” to which I responded “really…”. This woman was so loud that I could hear her from the next room, behind double doors right next to a running industrial garbage disposal, a running industrial dish washer and a clanging water heater and she spoke just as loud to someone if they were two feet away as she would if they were fifty feet away. At least she was one of the NICE ones.
some steel place
This one was my favorite… I got there at 7AM and worked until 2PM (not bad at all) but during those few hours I never worked harder in my entire life. I was literally hauling around 120-350 pound steel beams (the larger ones were obviously a group effort, but it was still really really hard) not to mention that I was working off of two hours sleep because I did caricatures for my brother’s class grad night with Mike D… which was way fun. It took me nearly two full days to recover from that job which was just enough time to start…
Diktomatic
I probably butchered the spelling of this place, but that’s how you pronounce it. This job was extremely boring… It’s a bad sign when the person at the agency calls you up and apologizes before he says anything else (you probably think I’m kidding, but I’m not). It was inventory for a distribution center that shipped O-rings for anything that requires O-rings (obviously a lot because there were about 50 thousand different kinds we had to sort through and pull off shelves that were sometimes 20 feet high). I don’t mind the boredom as much because I can always shift into creative writing gear and run through stories or potential stories in my head and write them down during break… the only thing that really got to me was that the manager is almost EXACTLY like my dad in many many ways… don’t get me wrong, I love my dad but the thing that drives me the most crazy is that the manager and my dad expect me to know what they want done strictly by telepathy… that is to say, they think I should intrinsically know what should be done and just do it without them having to ask. The three words I hate to hear from my dad the most are: “use your eyes”, implying that I see exactly what he sees so that I can know what he wants done, which is beyond maddening for me.
a close brush with MTV
A while back I helped my cousin film his submission piece for MTV’s Real World. He has since talked to a few producers and my cousin keeps telling me that everyone who sees the video asks who shot it and everyone is extremely impressed with it (one even wanted to keep a copy for himself)… and was I smart enough to give my cousin some business cards of mine so that he can promote the BOTH of us as originally planned? NOOOOOOO! So I’m feeling rather stupid right now, but I’m making it right and my cousin is still in contact with these people and he’s going to give them my card. Hopefully this will lead to some employment. Oh, by the way, my cousin is going to be on Room Raiders… and he’s totally not taking it seriously, which is hilarious. He’s trying to scare the girl away by putting a bunch of weird stuff in his room. I’ll be sure to tell everyone when it’s airing so you can all laugh and enjoy it with us. It’s going to be shot sometime in this upcoming week. Hopefully, he’ll be on the Real World too (he’s already talked to some producers, I don’t know if they’re from the Real World or not) but the only problem with that is that his myspace page is going to be inundated with a bunch of stupid girls saying stuff like “do me, you’re hot!”, “OMG, YOU’RE SUCH A HOTTIE!!!11”, etc etc…
(Here’s a link to his myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=17786614&Mytoken=20050612204650 )
What did I learn from all this? I learned to value my higher education and pray to God that I don’t have those sort of jobs for the rest of my life… also (on a serious note) after the steel job I developed an INCREDIBLE appreciation of those people who do those sort of things for a living and it was immensely therapeutic for a person who usually makes money by expending almost entirely mental effort rather than strictly physical. I felt balanced and centered after doing this work and I actually appreciated it (much to the surprise of the guy who hired me).
During my long spells of boredom I ran through several Hunters ideas (for those of you who care about the project or even know what I’m talking about) and I became convinced that it would probably make a far better comic series than movie. Unfortunately, I can’t show any of the artwork I’ve done for it because I can’t upload anything into photobucket as of now, but once I’m able I will be certain to do so. One of the reasons I think it would be better is that there is actually a MESSAGE behind the Hunters comic whereas the movie is more or less just a parody. I always wanted the message to be there, that’s how it was originally written but it became difficult to maintain it for the screen adaptation; which I thinks takes away some of the richness of the story.
Oh well, that’s enough rambling for now. Congratulations to anyone who read through all this. I hope it lived up to the hype.