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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Self Checkouts.
Need a competency test prior to using.
Yesterday I go to my follow up with the oral surgeon, in his hot Russian way he irrigates the still enourmous holes in my mouth. Tells me it looks good and with smirk sends me on my way.
This is during lunch at work so I'm hungry.
Interior; Shaws; Porter Square.
Marie Calendars $2.50 I can dig it. Scary bearded man hovering by vegetables (not so much) Checkout time.
Off to the self checkout isle...there are 6, 6 I tell you, registers that one can independently check out with out the hassle of human interaction that Bostonians so fear and loathe. One problem these people neither know how to wait in line or following a bellowing voice matched with on screen instructions I would think a toddler could figure out, god Vsmart is harder than this.
I stand there weighing my options...do I go to the girl at aisle 4 who is staring longingly at the people fumbling with self-checkout hoping the machines don't make her mastery in scanning obsolete...or do I stay in my asocial Boston bubble and just yell at them in my mind until they figure the damn thing out.
I chose the latter.
After much intervention including 3 associates it is my turn.
Scan Shaw's card
scan item 1
scan item 2
click debit no cash
slide card
enter pin
take receipt
leave.
You see people it is not that difficult.
Yesterday I go to my follow up with the oral surgeon, in his hot Russian way he irrigates the still enourmous holes in my mouth. Tells me it looks good and with smirk sends me on my way.
This is during lunch at work so I'm hungry.
Interior; Shaws; Porter Square.
Marie Calendars $2.50 I can dig it. Scary bearded man hovering by vegetables (not so much) Checkout time.
Off to the self checkout isle...there are 6, 6 I tell you, registers that one can independently check out with out the hassle of human interaction that Bostonians so fear and loathe. One problem these people neither know how to wait in line or following a bellowing voice matched with on screen instructions I would think a toddler could figure out, god Vsmart is harder than this.
I stand there weighing my options...do I go to the girl at aisle 4 who is staring longingly at the people fumbling with self-checkout hoping the machines don't make her mastery in scanning obsolete...or do I stay in my asocial Boston bubble and just yell at them in my mind until they figure the damn thing out.
I chose the latter.
After much intervention including 3 associates it is my turn.
Scan Shaw's card
scan item 1
scan item 2
click debit no cash
slide card
enter pin
take receipt
leave.
You see people it is not that difficult.
Wisdom Teeth.
It has been one week since the extraction of my wisdom teeth, an experience way too filled with anxiety. Leading up I wallowed and paced wondering what was going to happen...my heart raced and I would feel dizzy just thinking of it. Alas it was all for nothing. I go and meet my Russian oral surgeon.
Side Note: There is something about Russian men that when they talk you believe everything they say. HOT.
Strap on the nitrous fill me with novocaine and start crunching. I listened to Architecture of Helsinki on my iPod while drills whirled and teeth crunched. I wish I could have recorded the experience just in audio form it was sort of surreal. After only a half hours time I am released into the wild with a numb mouth and bleeding holes in my head.
My friend Kimmy comes to pick me up...in the meantime I go to attempt to obtain my prescription pain killers. The feeling of your lips being bigger than Angelina Jolie's after collogen and the inability to speak make it difficult to get your point across. Through a serious of mumbles, hand gestures and multiple forms of ID I place my order.
I stand outside for 15 minutes waiting, bored, attempting to hide what I think my face looks like. The moment of truth, picking up the prescription. This may sound mean but it is not intended that way. The woman who was filling my order I believe was hard of hearing. I don't think she heard me say I had my wisdom teeth out...that being said.
I say my name, i sound a little slow....she responds and sounds just like me. So just imagine what's going on in her mind while I'm trying to speak properly and she has never been able to. Definately my Seinfeld moment for the day. At least she didn't replace my percocet with viagra or estrogen.
All in all it was nothing...I ate a ton of soup had two days off of work and experienced NO bruising or swelling that anyone saw...I am still left with two gaping holes though that store food like a chipmunk. When I "irrigate" as the surgeon put it entire pieces of broccoli appear like I'm David Blane or something. I want to make a photo diary of irrigation...I could be new and modern or some shit.
Side Note: There is something about Russian men that when they talk you believe everything they say. HOT.
Strap on the nitrous fill me with novocaine and start crunching. I listened to Architecture of Helsinki on my iPod while drills whirled and teeth crunched. I wish I could have recorded the experience just in audio form it was sort of surreal. After only a half hours time I am released into the wild with a numb mouth and bleeding holes in my head.
My friend Kimmy comes to pick me up...in the meantime I go to attempt to obtain my prescription pain killers. The feeling of your lips being bigger than Angelina Jolie's after collogen and the inability to speak make it difficult to get your point across. Through a serious of mumbles, hand gestures and multiple forms of ID I place my order.
I stand outside for 15 minutes waiting, bored, attempting to hide what I think my face looks like. The moment of truth, picking up the prescription. This may sound mean but it is not intended that way. The woman who was filling my order I believe was hard of hearing. I don't think she heard me say I had my wisdom teeth out...that being said.
I say my name, i sound a little slow....she responds and sounds just like me. So just imagine what's going on in her mind while I'm trying to speak properly and she has never been able to. Definately my Seinfeld moment for the day. At least she didn't replace my percocet with viagra or estrogen.
All in all it was nothing...I ate a ton of soup had two days off of work and experienced NO bruising or swelling that anyone saw...I am still left with two gaping holes though that store food like a chipmunk. When I "irrigate" as the surgeon put it entire pieces of broccoli appear like I'm David Blane or something. I want to make a photo diary of irrigation...I could be new and modern or some shit.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Musical History.
I don't remember where I saw this recently but someone has loosly attempted to track their listening history, their evolution of musical tastes.
Let us begin.
I was born in 1981 so I'll start around 1990, I was cognitive enough by then to know I was listening to something, i think?
1990
The Simpsons
Sing the Blues
Odd choise but incredibly entertaining.
Mariah Carey
This is where some of the gay started to come out.
1991
MC Hammer
I believe I even had Skidz pants.
Paula Abdul, Janet Jackson- more gay.....
1992
Kris Kross
My best friend and I wore cross colors over-alls, with one starp unbuttoned and rapped to the infamous duo.
1993
I drift from trying to be ghetto to more of a hippee/ grunge.
Musicians are now more numerous and include
Nirvana
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Pearl Jam
Green Day
Grateful Dead
CSNY
Phish
Journey
Styx
(some of these do not go together I AM aware)
Madonna (of course there would be gay in here too)
This taste in music lasted most of high school
(Lets skip to 1999)
1999
My Senior yr of HS
Still basis of music though now has come to include a plethora of swing music as I have dove into and underground circuit of rockabilly nightlife. Most nights we would hang out in an abndoned school swingin' learning some of thee most unsafe lifts one could imagine.
Young women at the helm of a skinny 17 year old being flung through the air like a rag doll in attempts to look the most compelling while maintaining a beat and footwork.... Good times though and nobody died :-)
Add to list;
Blues Traveler
Dave Matthews Band
Britney Spears
Christina Aguilera
Nsync
Backstreet Boys
I got gayer as I grew up...
Fall 1999
Start of college, same tast in music just more hip hop now.
2000
The year I came out...
Now we introduce really gay music, house music.
Now i'm driving in my '87 Chevy Caprice classic bumping the finest in vocal house whilst navigating deadly snow squals.
Little tid about University...It Edinboro University Of Pennsylvania, 20 minutes south of Erie, PA. IN A SNOW BELT!!!!
Some nights you lay to rest and wake up with a snow drift barracading you in your residence leaving you no other option than to call a friend to dig you out or climb out of a window. Then try to find your car in the parking lot.....
There is also the persistant danger of passing out in a snow drift on the way home from the bar...as my roommate once illustrated. (He lived) All in all a grand ole time.
As I said LOTS of house music.
We also introduce;
Tori Amos
Ani DiFranco
Dar Williams
Sophi B. Hawkins
Liz Fair
etc.
All the great lesbo-type musicians (i even bought a pair of birkenstock clogs)
I am going to stop the list there as it has remained the same only of course adding indie artists along the way.
Eric Himan
Levi Kreiss
Christopher Dallman
And not indie;
Patty Griffin
Bloc Party
Muse
Flaming Lips
I could overrun this website with music that I listen to But I will leave it at that and you can guess what goes along with it.
Let us begin.
I was born in 1981 so I'll start around 1990, I was cognitive enough by then to know I was listening to something, i think?
1990
The Simpsons
Sing the Blues
Odd choise but incredibly entertaining.
Mariah Carey
This is where some of the gay started to come out.
1991
MC Hammer
I believe I even had Skidz pants.
Paula Abdul, Janet Jackson- more gay.....
1992
Kris Kross
My best friend and I wore cross colors over-alls, with one starp unbuttoned and rapped to the infamous duo.
1993
I drift from trying to be ghetto to more of a hippee/ grunge.
Musicians are now more numerous and include
Nirvana
Toad the Wet Sprocket
Pearl Jam
Green Day
Grateful Dead
CSNY
Phish
Journey
Styx
(some of these do not go together I AM aware)
Madonna (of course there would be gay in here too)
This taste in music lasted most of high school
(Lets skip to 1999)
1999
My Senior yr of HS
Still basis of music though now has come to include a plethora of swing music as I have dove into and underground circuit of rockabilly nightlife. Most nights we would hang out in an abndoned school swingin' learning some of thee most unsafe lifts one could imagine.
Young women at the helm of a skinny 17 year old being flung through the air like a rag doll in attempts to look the most compelling while maintaining a beat and footwork.... Good times though and nobody died :-)
Add to list;
Blues Traveler
Dave Matthews Band
Britney Spears
Christina Aguilera
Nsync
Backstreet Boys
I got gayer as I grew up...
Fall 1999
Start of college, same tast in music just more hip hop now.
2000
The year I came out...
Now we introduce really gay music, house music.
Now i'm driving in my '87 Chevy Caprice classic bumping the finest in vocal house whilst navigating deadly snow squals.
Little tid about University...It Edinboro University Of Pennsylvania, 20 minutes south of Erie, PA. IN A SNOW BELT!!!!
Some nights you lay to rest and wake up with a snow drift barracading you in your residence leaving you no other option than to call a friend to dig you out or climb out of a window. Then try to find your car in the parking lot.....
There is also the persistant danger of passing out in a snow drift on the way home from the bar...as my roommate once illustrated. (He lived) All in all a grand ole time.
As I said LOTS of house music.
We also introduce;
Tori Amos
Ani DiFranco
Dar Williams
Sophi B. Hawkins
Liz Fair
etc.
All the great lesbo-type musicians (i even bought a pair of birkenstock clogs)
I am going to stop the list there as it has remained the same only of course adding indie artists along the way.
Eric Himan
Levi Kreiss
Christopher Dallman
And not indie;
Patty Griffin
Bloc Party
Muse
Flaming Lips
I could overrun this website with music that I listen to But I will leave it at that and you can guess what goes along with it.
Working?
I'm am here at work, really tired a tad hung over and bored out of my mind. I started this graphic design job a couple weeks ago and have been training ever since. (there are a lot of programs to learn, no not design programs I know all of those.)
Regardless another girl and I sit day after day staring at our computers wondering what to do next. I have taken to surfing wikipedia whilst chatting via AIM or Google. She has not ventured there yet, (she's a little afraid of people saying something about it) I have obviously disregarded such thoughts.
I have checked myspace a couple times and yahoo and friendster but they aren't entertaining. I have a book I could read but that may be worse than surfing. I can't find the headphones to my iPod either, so silence it is.
Luckily our office has a bevey of beverages ranging from soda to tea to coffee....juice, water, pierrer (I love bubbly water) I first started drinking it when I took a trip to italy. My ex was obsessed with it. He would drink it at the end of meals while eating his salad. He said that eating a light salad and drinking carbonated water after a meal settled your stomach...He was right, well in my findings at least.
OOOHHHH TONIGHT, my roommate and I are having "Heroes" gathering for the new episode. We moved into our place in september and have been talking about a house warming ever since...I say the house has been warmed but not with a party. SOOOO this will be our first gathering, how exciting.
I feel like I may fall asleep though when I get home for work or even while driving home sitting in traffic.
Let us see what else, I wonder if anyone even sees this thing? Or am I just another chump floating aimlessly in cyberspace...
IF ANYONE DOES SEE THIS WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO READ ABOUT? WHAT ABOUT BLOGS DO PEOPLE FIND INTERESTING?
Do people like bitchy, introspective, creative???? So much pressure.
Regardless another girl and I sit day after day staring at our computers wondering what to do next. I have taken to surfing wikipedia whilst chatting via AIM or Google. She has not ventured there yet, (she's a little afraid of people saying something about it) I have obviously disregarded such thoughts.
I have checked myspace a couple times and yahoo and friendster but they aren't entertaining. I have a book I could read but that may be worse than surfing. I can't find the headphones to my iPod either, so silence it is.
Luckily our office has a bevey of beverages ranging from soda to tea to coffee....juice, water, pierrer (I love bubbly water) I first started drinking it when I took a trip to italy. My ex was obsessed with it. He would drink it at the end of meals while eating his salad. He said that eating a light salad and drinking carbonated water after a meal settled your stomach...He was right, well in my findings at least.
OOOHHHH TONIGHT, my roommate and I are having "Heroes" gathering for the new episode. We moved into our place in september and have been talking about a house warming ever since...I say the house has been warmed but not with a party. SOOOO this will be our first gathering, how exciting.
I feel like I may fall asleep though when I get home for work or even while driving home sitting in traffic.
Let us see what else, I wonder if anyone even sees this thing? Or am I just another chump floating aimlessly in cyberspace...
IF ANYONE DOES SEE THIS WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO READ ABOUT? WHAT ABOUT BLOGS DO PEOPLE FIND INTERESTING?
Do people like bitchy, introspective, creative???? So much pressure.
Friday, January 19, 2007
the first post.
The first post.
So it goes. I am sitting at my new job as a graphic designer, not designing much at the moment but at least I'm finally doing what I intended to do 4 years ago when I graduated college.
It took me a while, maybe too long but I finally got it. I am the 5th person, that I know of to find a design job from people I graduated with. Of course I don't keep in touch with all of them but I try.
So now i'm a yuppie, young professional....I never knew what that word actually meant until a couple weeks ago. I always thought if it as a snobby rich person, oh it is quite the opposite. As most people know entry level jobs don't exactly entitle you to roll in the dough. In fact you struggle sometimes more than you would working as a manager at dunkin donuts.
BTW, walking a while back I saw a management postition posted for just such employment, paying more than I'm making. C'mon! I could manage coffee, donuts and prepackaged breakfast food.
Regardless I sit here at my desk wondering where this typing is going to take me or what even to talk about.
If anyone reads this I guess I'll tell you about me;
Grew up in Pittsburgh, PA
Went to Edinboro University of PA (more about that later)
Worked shitty jobs after college (usher, direct support professional, mental health specialist, customer service....not too exciting)
Moved to Boston November of '05
Made friends and enemies
Lived in a crappy apt.
Moved to a beautiful "big-boy" apt.
Finally got a design job.
Anyway. I figure as this develops more detail of myself and mental processis will show.
So it goes. I am sitting at my new job as a graphic designer, not designing much at the moment but at least I'm finally doing what I intended to do 4 years ago when I graduated college.
It took me a while, maybe too long but I finally got it. I am the 5th person, that I know of to find a design job from people I graduated with. Of course I don't keep in touch with all of them but I try.
So now i'm a yuppie, young professional....I never knew what that word actually meant until a couple weeks ago. I always thought if it as a snobby rich person, oh it is quite the opposite. As most people know entry level jobs don't exactly entitle you to roll in the dough. In fact you struggle sometimes more than you would working as a manager at dunkin donuts.
BTW, walking a while back I saw a management postition posted for just such employment, paying more than I'm making. C'mon! I could manage coffee, donuts and prepackaged breakfast food.
Regardless I sit here at my desk wondering where this typing is going to take me or what even to talk about.
If anyone reads this I guess I'll tell you about me;
Grew up in Pittsburgh, PA
Went to Edinboro University of PA (more about that later)
Worked shitty jobs after college (usher, direct support professional, mental health specialist, customer service....not too exciting)
Moved to Boston November of '05
Made friends and enemies
Lived in a crappy apt.
Moved to a beautiful "big-boy" apt.
Finally got a design job.
Anyway. I figure as this develops more detail of myself and mental processis will show.
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