"kissing is the greatest invention of western civilization"
I'm determined to keep posting!
it's actually rather cathartic. and i enjoy looking back on the day and on the major events that have occurred, i realize. perhaps an electronic journal is not the best method, but it is only after my last post that i realize how many people i've lost touch with this past year...how many used to read my posts and comment...how much i enjoyed a select few people being my sounding board for all of the thoughts and feelings that somehow never come out right when said aloud.
and thus...
i love my job.
it's really only in it's beginning stages. i'm still in training phase, so to speak. i work at Spin Cafe (2 different locations, one on Park Ave., one on the corner of State and Main in Rochester) as a barista. I'm just making coffee and sandwiches, ringing people up and pointing them to napkins, but there is something about it... It's easy. I interact with people. i'm working with a cool guy, who knows my music and likes to read the same books. it's hell to get there. a half hour bus ride (up to an hour long wait for the bus, creepy people asking for my number and telling me their entire health history, and the fresh smell of rank humanity all included for 1.25 each way!), when the bus is convenient for my times, or an approximately 17 mile jaunt (one way) through the countryside and the finer (haha...if finer means crackhouses, apartments with duct tape for window curtains, and thugs catcalling on every corner) parts of Rochester. well, it is supposed to be the friendliest city in the nation...not to mention the one with the highest murder rate per capita. ignoring that, i make minimum wage, which i hope is enough to somehow a)scrape my way through rent and food, b) get a plane ticket out to see the boy, and c) be able to have enough in the bank account at the end of the summer to be above the red line!!!
i accepted a ride from a complete stranger.
it was extremely stupid, i know. i told myself this as i asked questions about the cost of the ride (free). as i argued about waiting for my bus (that was very very late for me to get to work on time). as i pulled on the door handle and buckled myself in. but, i'm still alive and have received an offer to meet the guy at a park with his kid (from his ex-wife) sometime. i tell ya, some people have no shame. this may include me, im not sure.
i made the boy laugh.
i love making him laugh. maybe because i love it when he makes me laugh. if you have nothing else in life, you should have laughter. it lifts your spirits, if only for a moment. you should resolve to laugh at least once a day. if you need help, you might want to check this out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mx8WtjPyZ0 . OR, look up jim gaffigan's "hot pockets" sketch on youtube. you won't be sorry, i promise.
with that, i say goodnight!
it's actually rather cathartic. and i enjoy looking back on the day and on the major events that have occurred, i realize. perhaps an electronic journal is not the best method, but it is only after my last post that i realize how many people i've lost touch with this past year...how many used to read my posts and comment...how much i enjoyed a select few people being my sounding board for all of the thoughts and feelings that somehow never come out right when said aloud.
and thus...
i love my job.
it's really only in it's beginning stages. i'm still in training phase, so to speak. i work at Spin Cafe (2 different locations, one on Park Ave., one on the corner of State and Main in Rochester) as a barista. I'm just making coffee and sandwiches, ringing people up and pointing them to napkins, but there is something about it... It's easy. I interact with people. i'm working with a cool guy, who knows my music and likes to read the same books. it's hell to get there. a half hour bus ride (up to an hour long wait for the bus, creepy people asking for my number and telling me their entire health history, and the fresh smell of rank humanity all included for 1.25 each way!), when the bus is convenient for my times, or an approximately 17 mile jaunt (one way) through the countryside and the finer (haha...if finer means crackhouses, apartments with duct tape for window curtains, and thugs catcalling on every corner) parts of Rochester. well, it is supposed to be the friendliest city in the nation...not to mention the one with the highest murder rate per capita. ignoring that, i make minimum wage, which i hope is enough to somehow a)scrape my way through rent and food, b) get a plane ticket out to see the boy, and c) be able to have enough in the bank account at the end of the summer to be above the red line!!!
i accepted a ride from a complete stranger.
it was extremely stupid, i know. i told myself this as i asked questions about the cost of the ride (free). as i argued about waiting for my bus (that was very very late for me to get to work on time). as i pulled on the door handle and buckled myself in. but, i'm still alive and have received an offer to meet the guy at a park with his kid (from his ex-wife) sometime. i tell ya, some people have no shame. this may include me, im not sure.
i made the boy laugh.
i love making him laugh. maybe because i love it when he makes me laugh. if you have nothing else in life, you should have laughter. it lifts your spirits, if only for a moment. you should resolve to laugh at least once a day. if you need help, you might want to check this out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mx8WtjPyZ0 . OR, look up jim gaffigan's "hot pockets" sketch on youtube. you won't be sorry, i promise.
with that, i say goodnight!