"Is that an editable Jesus?!” -Rob, 2/27/06 “I meant EDIBLE.” -Rob “That’s not any better.” -Peter, 3/2/06
—work, hahahahaha
"And if you hold on tight / do what you think is your thing / you may find you're missing all the rest"
—DMB
March 9, 2006
TIME FOR AN UPDATE (or Two), Part 1
time 9:51 am feeling hungry wearing soft white sweatshirt I got for $8 music RP reading the other book from SAR, or I should be anyway ready for pre-lunch next Ruby? Transparent Flash? What is going ON around here??!!
Okay, it is about f'in TIME for an f'in UPDATE!!! And if you are offended by my psuedo-swearing, don't be, that's just me (as Jenny found out on our Switz trip and as everyone in my daily life knows). Not that I'm proud of it or anything, in fact, it is a habit I'd like to kick, BUT there are worse things I could be/do. Ya know??
ANYWAY has it REALLY been OVER A MONTH since I updated??!! How sad is THAT?! Seriously that is pathetic. It's like I wasted my whole $12 or whatever last month. And, as we know by this point in time, I'm not exactly rolling in the dough. To be explicit, I think God or someone is trying to punish me for going to Europe and buying a new table. Not necessarily in that order. Because not only did my beloved Sentra break down a second time in as many months (if that makes sense) a week and a half ago, but I finally did my taxes last weekend and I owe an absolutely INSANE amount of money to Ol' Uncle Sam. Seriously. Now lest you think this is because I have had great capital gains in 2005, I must mention that for the first half of 2005 I was technically 'self-employed', meaning I have to pay my own way when it comes to paying up the gov't. Which is fine. I set aside cash for that. What I DIDN'T expect was the grand total ahahahhahahha oh well. I am more happy that I have a steady job that means I CAN pay taxes, etc., because that means I have a job and am super super lucky.
One quick example of how I work in paradise will follow. I wanted a day off to make sure I could spend an adequate amount of time with Jenny when I go visit her in her new abode of Chi-town next week. So this is the conversation I had with my bosses yesterday morning:
Me: "Hey, I know I'm out of days off, but do you think I could take an UNPAID day off?"
Rob: "UNpaid?"
Tom: "Why would you do that?"
Rob: "You're out of days off?"
Tom: "You must be the only one who keeps track of that."
Rob: "Yeah, just take it off!"
Tom: "No kidding!"
Me: "What kind of a place IS this [that I work at]?!"
Tom: "An awesome place."
Rob: "A place you NEVER want to LEAVE!!!"
Ah hahahaha I love it. Needless to say I was pleased with this outcome. Note, this is before I bribed them with candy orange slices and jellybeans (that was for something else, though). OK, so now let's talk about the car.
(You should be warned now, I can feel that this is about to be the Longest Update Ever. Or at least close.)
So last Monday I was the last person to leave work, which is generally pretty rare because in our midst there is one workaholic and one car-less person who likes to hang out at the office (or so I think). Whatever. Go out to my car, turn the key, and...nothing. Well, not nothing, technically. It turned over but it wouldn't catch (which became my favorite catchphrase that evening, ha). Good ol' Mom had hooked me up sweetly with Triple A not four weeks prior, so I gave them a call. Let me just say, Triple A ROCKS!!! They were there within 20 mins, took me and my car to my favorite mechanic, and didn't even charge me for the extra .5 mile. SWEET! So, there is my endorsement. Get Triple A.
I made this mistake of informing my parents about this development that evening. Note to parents, I LOVE YOU and I LOVE YOUR GOOD INTENTIONS. It just became a huge, added stressor that night and the next week, EVEN THOUGH THEIR INTENTIONS WERE GOOD AND I LOVE THEM FOR THAT. More on that later. So anyway I then walked to the grocery store, walked home, and proceeded to spend the evening (a) mapping out how I would take the bus to work the next day and (b) convincing my Dad that I did NOT need a new car.
Now. I've been told I'm a snob, if not about typical things, about many things. Fruit. Furniture. Friends (well, some). Turns out I am ALSO a snob about cars, which is horrible, because since when did I care??? But when my Dad promoted the idea of me buying a car, and told me this car was a WHITE CHEVY MALIBU (I can't decide which part of that equation is worse), I balked. I do not like white cars. I think all cars should be black, or, maybe, gray. I DO NOT like American cars, because I am an America-hater, no I am NOT just kidding, but I am definitely an Asian Cars Snob. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE my little black Nissan Sentra and it broke my heart to have to think about abandoning it.
Finally after mucho stresso, for which I apologize, Parents, everything worked out. They fixed it. They're not sure why but it just flooded. Hm, similar to last time? We can't be sure. Therefore I simplified things and saved face by declaring that IF Sentra broke a THIRD time, I would look into a new car. (Secretly my plan is to be car-less, but I don't think that is possible in this city. We'll see.)
But I DID learn some things from this experience. What did we learn here? Well one, I loooove Triple A. Two, even when my parents are a state away, I can still be bitchy. Sorry. Three, I absolutely HAVE to get over my car snobbery. Seriously, that is just not appropriate. Because I am sure there are plenty of great cars that are not black and Asian. OMG I sound racist NOTE I AM NOT. I'm talking about CARS here. Four, I need to keep my eye on the Sentra. Five, cars suck. ETA: Six, which is the bus can be fun AND easy. Thankfully I have found an apt that I will move to shortly that is 1.5 miles from work. YAAAY yay yay.
OK. In other news...holy shit this is going to be so long. I should split it into two and fake the date or something. WTF. OK off to start a second 3-0-06 update...yeah! next>>
—Lexi