Sunday, December 31, 2006


100 posts in one year. Wait, I mean no more 2006. 'bout friggin' time, too. I'm done with 2006, I was done with this year about September. Good riddance. Happy New Year everybody! Here's to the last 100 posts, and to 100 more! Cheers!

Thursday, December 28, 2006


do people never assume that I'm perceptive? Wait, no, don't answer that.

Monday, December 25, 2006


Thursday, December 21, 2006

The delight that will not be...

Trying to think of a new theme for posts. Happy Winter Solstice all. So now the earth is being hurled towards the sun at an uncontrolled speed. Hope that works out well for ya'll.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

The delight that will be...

Michelle and Ferrin's new family. Many congradulations, you both deserve your happiness.

The delight that wasn't...

work. I usually enjoy it immensly. Certainly wasn't making friends tonight, but I could tell that the rest of the crew was having trouble with the same.

Monday, December 18, 2006

The delight that was...

the realization that I've been blogging at relatively the same time every night. Enter "The Blogging Hour". Seriously, though, I think I might start getting to bed on time.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

The delight that isn't...

suddenly remembering that I have to be AT WORK at 5:30am tomorrow. And it's already 11:50pm. Great. But at least I got seasons one and two of 'Arrested Development' to accompany my sleepiness tomorrow afternoon. Did I hear an "Arrested Development Marathon" mentioned?

Saturday, December 16, 2006

The delight that is...

blogging barefoot on the new carpet that was put in today. Ya'll are welcome to come on over and give it a spin. Can life get better? I submit to you, my friends, that it cannot. You'd be hard pressed to convince me otherwise.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

The premise of the argument...

"You've no reason to be back here."
Bite me. (I'm still working on it).
"Oh, sorry" I say. "I was just putting this bucket of butter back."
"Well, your M.O.D. (Manager on duty - as if the manager's going to be anywhere else but on duty.) has the card for the commissary, they're supposed to be the ones getting stuff from here."
Did I say I was getting anything?
"They told me I could get a card from the bakery and..."
"You're not supposed to be getting cards from the bakery. How long have you been working here?"
You did NOT just go there. Besides, my M.O.D. was watching as I was told to get the card.
"About six weeks. Sorry, I guess I didn't know."
"Well, you should ask your M.O.D. before you take stuff anywhere."
I usually like to put "Will ask questions before doing anything that requires independant thinking" on my resume. People like that.
"OK, I'll do that next time. Could I have you put this butter away for me, then?"
"No, you'll need your M.O.D."
Again, BIEEEEETE MEEEEEE. This is especially annoying since all us professional theives dress up in server uniforms to steal $20 in Coca-Cola syrup from the commissary anyhow. The motivational poster about efficiency (a poster that hangs on the 9th floor) flashes through my head.
Pythagoras: Hey, have either of you seen my sandals? I can't find them anywhere.
Me: No.
Guy: Nope.
Pythagoras: Eh, thanks anyhow. *leaves*
OK, jeremy, calm down. Cool, cool, calm peaceful. He's doing his job, there's a reason for these rules, and you don't need to get upset about this. Cool as a cucumber. It's just trifling. Make the molehill. Visualize the molehill. Visualize.
Silent pause. Well, actually, I think Evanescence was playing in the background. Amy Lee is an awesome singer. And I answered him not for the space of an hour. Well, it sure seemed like it.
"Alright. Again, I didn't know, sorry about that." I say in my most sincere voice yet.
"Well, now you know. Just act like there's no door here when it's closed."
I calm myself down as I get back in the elevator with my bucket of butter to take back to the 9th floor. Luckily my M.O.D. is standing right off the elevator door when I get off.
"Hey. Couldn't find the commissary?" she remarks.
"Nah, some guy down there wouldn't let me in. He said that only M.O.D.'s are allowed to take stuff back since they have the cards."
"What? That's ridiculous! We don't have time to waste doing that! Here, I'll take it back. Just so you know you should be fine taking the card from the bakery."
Yes! Redemption! I wasn't in the wrong! This is SO getting blogged about.
Wait, no, I was still wrong to get angry. I'm probably in the wrong to be blogging about this, but it gets the point across - crappy attitude ruins people's days. It took me a few minutes to get all happy again so I could go out and serve the sweet tour group their ice cream. But at least I wasn't passing it around when I got back. The attitude, not the ice cream. I mean, seriously. Anyhow, I didn't mean to get everyone down by reading my post, but just remember: It takes 100 muscles to frown and only two to reach over and jack someone in the face.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

The cost of living

The following post has been mulling in my mind for a while now, and is less jovial than my usual postings. Sorry. It comes in part due to the following:
1) I've been noticing two attitudes of rich people at my job: a) those who could be classified, "If your rich and you know it clap your hands". b) those who could be classified by, "it's been taken care of". This is the attitude that you have a vague notion that somebody is OK enough financially, then they do something that surprises you that they can afford it with such nonchalance. I have no problem with either attitude. I'm not going to label one of the other as being the 'correct' way of being rich. Along with earning money, one earns the right to how that money is spent. As long as they're not spending it on the forces of evil on a bozo nightmare, ban all the music with a phony gas chamber, it's fine with me. I digress.
2) In my anthropology class we've been studying American culture, particularly consumerism and capitalism. The thought question, worth 25 points on the final, was about being wealthy. 5% of the worlds population controls 50% of it's wealth (basically America and Europe). Part of the essay discussed 'the responsibility of the wealthy'. I hate that term. But interestingly enough the balance of generosity and wealth shows that the wealthy are disproportionately more generous.
3) I've been doing a final paper in my writing class about economics, mostly about debt (The paper's title is "Blissfully Red: The benefits of debt in economic America).
4) I've come to realize that the only way to get wealthy is by making yourself wealthy. If you're working for someone else, you're working to make them rich, and it very rarely will pay off for you (although it could, but it's rare). Of course, I guess a good definition of rich is 'always a little more than you have'.

So the question I submit is this: Is it my responsibility to be as economically prosperous as I can be?

I have a responsibility to myself to fulfill my goals. But other than financial stability and some nice comforts like a safe home with a yard, I'm not driven by luxury. Money's nice, but it's not going to help me spend time with my family, make memories more vivid, or (hopefully not) change who I am. Money isn't happiness (as Hollywood stars very effectively demonstrate time and time again). Happiness is a decision. So why be rich? Hmmm. I guess tolerance draws from the soul, and being rich means that you don't have to be as tolerant because you can afford to change things the way you want them. That sounds like it could assist in being happy.

Of course, if I'm not wealthy there's a greater chance that my children aren't going to be wealthy. I'm not talking about spoiling children with freebies, either - just opportunity. Let's face it: the public school system is out of balance and favors rich neighborhoods. Not that being rich leads to being smart (when we moved to Chicago, my brother and sister were leaps ahead of their classes even though heaping loads more money is put into the public school system there than here), but the idea again is opportunity. There's the adage, "Only the wealthy can afford the cost of wealth". What if I could afford greater educational opportunities (I'm not talking private schools, I still believe in the public school system. I'm talking within the public schools) for my children - am I obligated there? Since my economic status will affect my children, do I have to be responsible to them? But I could teach correct economic principles and have my children govern themselves.

I'm leaving the religious factor out for the time being. I wouldn't even know how or what to word.

Well, anyhow, it's all fun and good until someone gets hurt. Good luck to those whose goal it is to live the American Dream, perhaps our paths will be similar, or mutually exclusive. I think I'll end with some quotes by Benjamin Franklin, Mr. $100 himself: "The eyes of other people are the eyes the ruin us. If all but myself were blind, I should want neither fine clothes, fine houses, nor fine furniture." (The Real Benjamin Franklin (1987), pg. 364), and "When you have bought one fine thing you must buy ten more, that your appearance may be all of a piece; ... ' 'tis easier to suppress the first desire than to satisfy all that follow it.' "(The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard's Almanac, and Other Papers, 227).

Monday, December 11, 2006


How are finals going for everyone?
Yeah, me too.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

The morning after...

Look, where I was trying to go with this is that I cried when King Aragon sees his hobbit friends again and they start bowing to him, then he streches out his hand and says, "My friends! You bow to no man!" then bows and the whole kingdom bows before them. It was really cool. So, long story short, those fithy hobbitses stoles my precious and destroyed my Pilot G2 Pro in the fiery pits of Mt. Doom. Sorry, I'll try harder to come up with something better.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Day after yesterday...

Decided to keep my precious pen home today. After yesterday's scare we didn't want to chance another loss. It's safe for now, close to where we can keep an eye on it.

Day...well, whatever day I'm on...

I thought I had lost it today. I wasn't sure if it was in the office, searches proved futile. Finally someone whom I had lent it to returned my precious pen. Certainly won't be in that predicatment again. I felt powerless.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Day six... (sorry, day five found me a little busy)

Some girl at the reception I was working asked if she could borrow my pen to write something down. I noticed that there was a guy sitting across the table with a pen in his coat pocket. Obviously she couldn't resist the pens charm. Amazing possibilities with this. Further research to be conducted.