Apples, Blue Chalk, and Blood Diamonds
Them [Weekend] Apples
I got suckered into working 1.5 hours more on Friday night plus a 4-hour shift on Saturday morning. Though getting out of Apple at 11:30 pm was not exactly "fun," I actually really enjoyed helping people out on Saturday. It seems people are a little more friendly when they're doing weekend shopping (as opposed to after-work or in-between work hour shopping trips). I helped one guy wheel out $9k worth of film editing fun to his huge SUV with Kirkwood license plate frame. Another man came in wanting an iPod Shuffle. By the time he was done asking me questions, I was prepping his bags with
The Saturday shift was oddly nice. I left the store feeling rewarded, and almost sorry that I couldn't stay to plug in some extra hours. (It also didn't hurt to leave the store during daylight hours.)
Blue Chalk
After my extended work hours on Friday night I hitched a ride to Blue Chalk for Sar's birthday. Thank god Tara had not left, because things worked exactly as planned, minus the 1.5 hour delay. When I first entered Blue Chalk, though, I ran into a bunch of Barkadians. This only made my feeling of relief stronger and the overall night better. Who doesn't love the option of running from one group to another? I felt so popular and loved. Like the captain of the football team. Or the lead cheerleader skank.
Just kidding.
Anyway, I also broke one of my personal cardinal clubbing rules and danced with someone I knew. (By virtue of being The Philosopher, I have a couple of these rules up my sleeve. Or possibly more appropriately, in my back pocket.) A friend of mine told me it must have partially been ex-degression. I assured her that I've found this guy to be attractive since I first met him. Then I checked his Facebook and it turns out he's not single. And if he ever reads this I'll have to put my foot in my mouth. Gross.
Actually, no, I'll never do that for any guy...
Anyway, Blue Chalk was fun, and I'm sure every heterosexual man in the building was instantly turned on by my puffy down jacket, leather briefcase, and G-Unit purse. The DJ sucked, so the next time I hit up BC after APL I'll be sure to plug in my iPod.
Blood Diamond was good and had a message, but I can't help thinking how cheesy it all was. A love story? Give me a break! And yes, maybe all that hunky-doriness (which really isn't all that much, to be fair) was like the chaser to 151 so that the typical mainstream audience member could handle the story. But still, opening scene? Lame. So contrite. It was the most unimaginative characterization of a caring father ever. And despite how impressed I was with Leo's Afrikans (Afrikaans?), the mushy-gushy handholding and "I wish I was there with you" just made me think, "Okay, clearly someone did not learn from the crash and burn of all the Star Wars prequels."Well, off the record, I like to be kissed before I get fucked.
What if I ask you?
I'll say no.
What if I insist?
I'll insist back.
Maybe in another life, eh?
Still good, though. I learned, and thus the screenwriter must have accomplished some goal.
On Sunday, Brian, Edith, and I ran some shopping errands. I almost can't believe how kiddish we are with each other. :)
He was here today! How cute. I've realized, though, that the little warmth of excitement that I get from meeting neat little toddlers is not an indication that I am ready to become a mother. I met my mother's friend's new baby the other day, and when they offered to let me hold him, I just declined. Not because he was a fat baby (which he was) or I was afraid of making him cry (which I was), but because the only urge I had in which to interact with the child was to poke him. Like, prod him like a cow. Like, see what makes him tick. I did not have an urge to hold him. I did not have an urge to baby him. I seriously just wanted to annoy him and test his baby level for tolerance. How messed up is that? So there you have it. No babies for Mayka any time soon.
Speaking of people's images of "family..." Apparently my independence has become a concern for some pseudo-family members. My "uncle" told my mom that she shouldn't let me be so opinionated, strong, or driven, because then I'll end up like her - the meaning of "like her" being "without a boyfriend/husband." He told her not to let me focus on grad school or having business plans or intending to climb any economic ladders on my own. I was the third party to this conversation between my mom and another "aunt" who were discussing the uncle's internalized gender roles, and I just couldn't bring myself to say anything. I still don't know how to react to it. So there you have it. No boyfriend/husband for Mayka any time soon.
Whatever amount of sleep I've been getting lately, it's not enough. I have a "regular" schedule, but only in that I know exactly what activities are going to be completely packing my hours every day. I'm getting to be overrun, I think, and the primary effect of this is my immune system not being able to do its job (or maybe just not doing it). After getting over the flu just after Thanksgiving and receiving this year's flu shot, I am sick in some way once again.
This is tough for an overworker to admit. I like working at Meez. I like working at Apple. And I may like working at Club NV from time to time. But I can't hold all three jobs at once while maintaining my own personal health and sanity. The only reason I am able to even fit the first two jobs in my schedule is because of public transportation and the privilege of passing out every time my ass hits an upholstered vehicle seat.
I need to consider seriously the options attached to continuing at Apple or starting at Club NV. Do I really want to work retail just for the Hell of it? Am I really that enticed by the prospect of NV tips that I'll give up my Friday and Saturday nights? Do I love the Apple people that much? Do I love Lee Lee that much? (Since I totally don't love any SFClub that much.) Wisdom tells me to be realistic but I like being busy and I like earning money for myself. :T
And where does dance fit into all of this...?
Hmmm...
Look at my brother! :)
I hate missing people.
Seriously. :(
I got suckered into working 1.5 hours more on Friday night plus a 4-hour shift on Saturday morning. Though getting out of Apple at 11:30 pm was not exactly "fun," I actually really enjoyed helping people out on Saturday. It seems people are a little more friendly when they're doing weekend shopping (as opposed to after-work or in-between work hour shopping trips). I helped one guy wheel out $9k worth of film editing fun to his huge SUV with Kirkwood license plate frame. Another man came in wanting an iPod Shuffle. By the time he was done asking me questions, I was prepping his bags with
- 1 iPod Shuffle
- 1 2GB iPod Nano
- 1 Wireless Mighty Mouse
- 1 Airport Extreme Base Station
- 1 60GB Macbook in White
- & 1 HP All-in-One Printer
The Saturday shift was oddly nice. I left the store feeling rewarded, and almost sorry that I couldn't stay to plug in some extra hours. (It also didn't hurt to leave the store during daylight hours.)
Blue Chalk
After my extended work hours on Friday night I hitched a ride to Blue Chalk for Sar's birthday. Thank god Tara had not left, because things worked exactly as planned, minus the 1.5 hour delay. When I first entered Blue Chalk, though, I ran into a bunch of Barkadians. This only made my feeling of relief stronger and the overall night better. Who doesn't love the option of running from one group to another? I felt so popular and loved. Like the captain of the football team. Or the lead cheerleader skank.
Just kidding.
Anyway, I also broke one of my personal cardinal clubbing rules and danced with someone I knew. (By virtue of being The Philosopher, I have a couple of these rules up my sleeve. Or possibly more appropriately, in my back pocket.) A friend of mine told me it must have partially been ex-degression. I assured her that I've found this guy to be attractive since I first met him. Then I checked his Facebook and it turns out he's not single. And if he ever reads this I'll have to put my foot in my mouth. Gross.
Actually, no, I'll never do that for any guy...
Anyway, Blue Chalk was fun, and I'm sure every heterosexual man in the building was instantly turned on by my puffy down jacket, leather briefcase, and G-Unit purse. The DJ sucked, so the next time I hit up BC after APL I'll be sure to plug in my iPod.
Blood Diamond was good and had a message, but I can't help thinking how cheesy it all was. A love story? Give me a break! And yes, maybe all that hunky-doriness (which really isn't all that much, to be fair) was like the chaser to 151 so that the typical mainstream audience member could handle the story. But still, opening scene? Lame. So contrite. It was the most unimaginative characterization of a caring father ever. And despite how impressed I was with Leo's Afrikans (Afrikaans?), the mushy-gushy handholding and "I wish I was there with you" just made me think, "Okay, clearly someone did not learn from the crash and burn of all the Star Wars prequels."Well, off the record, I like to be kissed before I get fucked.
What if I ask you?
I'll say no.
What if I insist?
I'll insist back.
Maybe in another life, eh?
Still good, though. I learned, and thus the screenwriter must have accomplished some goal.
On Sunday, Brian, Edith, and I ran some shopping errands. I almost can't believe how kiddish we are with each other. :)
He was here today! How cute. I've realized, though, that the little warmth of excitement that I get from meeting neat little toddlers is not an indication that I am ready to become a mother. I met my mother's friend's new baby the other day, and when they offered to let me hold him, I just declined. Not because he was a fat baby (which he was) or I was afraid of making him cry (which I was), but because the only urge I had in which to interact with the child was to poke him. Like, prod him like a cow. Like, see what makes him tick. I did not have an urge to hold him. I did not have an urge to baby him. I seriously just wanted to annoy him and test his baby level for tolerance. How messed up is that? So there you have it. No babies for Mayka any time soon.
Speaking of people's images of "family..." Apparently my independence has become a concern for some pseudo-family members. My "uncle" told my mom that she shouldn't let me be so opinionated, strong, or driven, because then I'll end up like her - the meaning of "like her" being "without a boyfriend/husband." He told her not to let me focus on grad school or having business plans or intending to climb any economic ladders on my own. I was the third party to this conversation between my mom and another "aunt" who were discussing the uncle's internalized gender roles, and I just couldn't bring myself to say anything. I still don't know how to react to it. So there you have it. No boyfriend/husband for Mayka any time soon.
Whatever amount of sleep I've been getting lately, it's not enough. I have a "regular" schedule, but only in that I know exactly what activities are going to be completely packing my hours every day. I'm getting to be overrun, I think, and the primary effect of this is my immune system not being able to do its job (or maybe just not doing it). After getting over the flu just after Thanksgiving and receiving this year's flu shot, I am sick in some way once again.
This is tough for an overworker to admit. I like working at Meez. I like working at Apple. And I may like working at Club NV from time to time. But I can't hold all three jobs at once while maintaining my own personal health and sanity. The only reason I am able to even fit the first two jobs in my schedule is because of public transportation and the privilege of passing out every time my ass hits an upholstered vehicle seat.
I need to consider seriously the options attached to continuing at Apple or starting at Club NV. Do I really want to work retail just for the Hell of it? Am I really that enticed by the prospect of NV tips that I'll give up my Friday and Saturday nights? Do I love the Apple people that much? Do I love Lee Lee that much? (Since I totally don't love any SFClub that much.) Wisdom tells me to be realistic but I like being busy and I like earning money for myself. :T
And where does dance fit into all of this...?
Hmmm...
Look at my brother! :)
I hate missing people.
Seriously. :(