So I was getting out of the house and trying to work my way home. The parking lot leads right out to a stoplight and the on-ramps. But this, uh, inlet is really narrow. There is enough space where, if you're leaving, you have two lanes, one to go straight or left, the other to go right.
I need to take a left in order to get home, so I tried to nose as close to the center of this inlet as I could without blocking any cars that want to come in. And while I was moseying on over, I heard a honk behind me. There was a car that veered around me and onto the other lane because it wanted to take a right. I didn't move because I thought I had moved over enough.
Curious, I looked over to see if I could see the driver before she or he drove off. And I could ... and by God, I swear it looked like one of my co-workers -- specifically, one of the two co-workers who helped me a lot in my training yesterday as I was going neck-deep into this new task I am supposed to learn how to do. In fact, she was very proactive in helping me, pointing out things I didn't know and telling me things that actually would come up the more I do this task.
Was she the one who honked at me? If so -- well, holy shit, that just proves that you really don't know someone. A woman who seemed so helpful at work can be a terror on the road. Moreover, this is a fresh example of a particularly awkward nightmare I have: That I will get into a road rage incident with someone I know. (To play devil's advocate, there is a chance that she did not honk at me, that the honk I thought I heard is something I just made up.)
We'll see tomorrow, I guess. Or we won't. She could cut me off on my way into work and then be an angel as we sit at our desks, and she might not reconcile either side of her dual personality at all.
Thursday, August 16, 2018
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
Who The Fuck Is This Asshole?
Something unique about waking up at 5:30 ... have I talked about this prick already?
So I just woke up, right? Every day for as long as I can remember, around this time of morning, there is a neighbor, to the left of us, who fires up his ... I'm guessing it's his truck, and I'm assuming it's a him, loudly. And even though it's unnecessary, after he backs down the driveway, he floors his accelerator and guns down the street, presumably on his way to work. I think I have been woken up a few times by this asshole.
Why does he do it? Well, I guess I can understand he hates waking up this early in the morning just like I do. But that he wants to blow it out his ass and let everyone know he's off to work -- and showing off his truck while he does it -- that ... I wonder if I can call the police on that bitch's ass.
One of these days I'm going to wake up early enough and come out of the house to see for certain which of the neighbors feels like he can do this without impunity. He can't get away with this. I just need to figure out how to get back at him.
So I just woke up, right? Every day for as long as I can remember, around this time of morning, there is a neighbor, to the left of us, who fires up his ... I'm guessing it's his truck, and I'm assuming it's a him, loudly. And even though it's unnecessary, after he backs down the driveway, he floors his accelerator and guns down the street, presumably on his way to work. I think I have been woken up a few times by this asshole.
Why does he do it? Well, I guess I can understand he hates waking up this early in the morning just like I do. But that he wants to blow it out his ass and let everyone know he's off to work -- and showing off his truck while he does it -- that ... I wonder if I can call the police on that bitch's ass.
One of these days I'm going to wake up early enough and come out of the house to see for certain which of the neighbors feels like he can do this without impunity. He can't get away with this. I just need to figure out how to get back at him.
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Mapping Out My Mondays
So for the time being, my weekends are Sundays and Mondays. It feels kind of weird. Saturdays are my Fridays, and yet the past Saturdays have felt like the pressure is off, as if we are coming in to get some overtime.
Meanwhile, I am taking advantage of the fact that Mondays, a weekday, is free for me. That means I can do lots of things -- go to the doctor or dentist, see my psychiatrist, get my car fixed, go to the DMV -- and not need to take time off in order to do them. As an added bonus, now my Mondays (well, all my days) are now parent-free.
So what to do with my Mondays? Well, for the foreseeable future I am mapping them out like this:
So far, seems like a good plan.
Meanwhile, I am taking advantage of the fact that Mondays, a weekday, is free for me. That means I can do lots of things -- go to the doctor or dentist, see my psychiatrist, get my car fixed, go to the DMV -- and not need to take time off in order to do them. As an added bonus, now my Mondays (well, all my days) are now parent-free.
So what to do with my Mondays? Well, for the foreseeable future I am mapping them out like this:
- 8/20: staying at home; hopefully I won't leave the house, not even the yards
- 8/27: therapist
- 9/3 (Labor Day): probably go to the State Fair on its last day
- 9/10: do what I usually do when my parents are in town: coffee in the morning, exercise in the afternoon
- 9/17: uh ... go to ****e's place and fuck?
So far, seems like a good plan.
Monday, August 13, 2018
As My Day Planner Fades Into Obsolesence
Oh, I need to talk about this!
So I have been using my Franklin Quest day planner a lot less over the years. Started using it on the recommendation of my high school friend. But ever since the advent of blogging and Wailing And Failing I have largely jotted all my musings here. My time has warped how much, uh, time I can commit with organizing my day and life through my FQ as well, to the point where it's now a place where I write down what I spend in cash, as well as, literally, a binder in which all the receipts I collect I can wrap.
There was one other thing I could use my day planner for: Listing tasks for the day. In that sense it was still a godsend, even though I listed tasks sparingly throughout the year. Sometimes, though, I knew my tomorrow as going to be hectic and therefore I needed to remember all the stuff I needed to do. Hence, a page a day (or week, depending on what format I buy for the year) where I could jot down where I need to go and what I need to do. And then I can label priorities on them. And then, on that day, I could (if I were enterprising enough) look back and see what else I need to do, or come face-to-face with what I wanted to do but couldn't.
I can't do that this year. For the past few years, to cut down on paper and cost, I have gone from a daily format (where each day has two pages) to weekly (where each week has two pages). What I did not know when I bought the Original Weekly format planner for 2018 is that, for some reason, through some crooked scheme, they removed the page where you could list tasks for the whole week. I was able to use that with some efficiency. In fact, since I don't list things every day, having one page of lines to use for the whole week seemed to be a better use of pages. But for this year I have no space in which to list my tasks.
While subtle, the difference is astonishing. For the whole year I have not been able to organize my tomorrow. I can't jot down a list; instead, I try to organize things in my head -- and, frequently, I forget those tasks the next day. I'm living and upright, sure, but since January 1 I kind of don't know what I'm doing. And that's not a good way to go through life.
So I wonder if this is just a one-time quirk, something new for the Original design of the Weekly, or if all Daily Tasks pages have been removed from all Weekly formats. If it's the third thing, that's ridiculous. Just because I can only afford a Weekly format doesn't mean I can't use a Daily Tasks page each week. I'll just have to spring for the Daily version for 2019.
So I have been using my Franklin Quest day planner a lot less over the years. Started using it on the recommendation of my high school friend. But ever since the advent of blogging and Wailing And Failing I have largely jotted all my musings here. My time has warped how much, uh, time I can commit with organizing my day and life through my FQ as well, to the point where it's now a place where I write down what I spend in cash, as well as, literally, a binder in which all the receipts I collect I can wrap.
There was one other thing I could use my day planner for: Listing tasks for the day. In that sense it was still a godsend, even though I listed tasks sparingly throughout the year. Sometimes, though, I knew my tomorrow as going to be hectic and therefore I needed to remember all the stuff I needed to do. Hence, a page a day (or week, depending on what format I buy for the year) where I could jot down where I need to go and what I need to do. And then I can label priorities on them. And then, on that day, I could (if I were enterprising enough) look back and see what else I need to do, or come face-to-face with what I wanted to do but couldn't.
I can't do that this year. For the past few years, to cut down on paper and cost, I have gone from a daily format (where each day has two pages) to weekly (where each week has two pages). What I did not know when I bought the Original Weekly format planner for 2018 is that, for some reason, through some crooked scheme, they removed the page where you could list tasks for the whole week. I was able to use that with some efficiency. In fact, since I don't list things every day, having one page of lines to use for the whole week seemed to be a better use of pages. But for this year I have no space in which to list my tasks.
While subtle, the difference is astonishing. For the whole year I have not been able to organize my tomorrow. I can't jot down a list; instead, I try to organize things in my head -- and, frequently, I forget those tasks the next day. I'm living and upright, sure, but since January 1 I kind of don't know what I'm doing. And that's not a good way to go through life.
So I wonder if this is just a one-time quirk, something new for the Original design of the Weekly, or if all Daily Tasks pages have been removed from all Weekly formats. If it's the third thing, that's ridiculous. Just because I can only afford a Weekly format doesn't mean I can't use a Daily Tasks page each week. I'll just have to spring for the Daily version for 2019.
The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey
Holy shit, the Jynx are in sixth place?!?!?!
Oh, also I want to commemorate that this is the last week where there are only two entries in the WMNSS. College sports start Thursday as women's soccer swings into action. Let us pray.
#-1: United FC (Last Week: -2). Goddammit, they did it. They fuckin' traded Superman to the Los Angeles Football Club Monday night. I'm both numb and pissed off, if that's such a thing. Or maybe it's the ooginess and tingling I'm feeling right now. Anyway, I'm still mad, and I'm still trying to process it, and I'm still struggling.
From a business/tactical standpoint, this is a mistake. OK, so maybe he wasn't scoring as much as he could have this year. But seven Goals and two Assists this year ain't chopped liver, and he was only one year removed from scoring 14 and chipping in three helpers. Maybe Adrian Heath and Manny Lagos could have entrusted Ramirez more instead of undermining him. Maybe they could have used those Designated Player spots on shoring up the Backline instead of signing fucking Wingers and fucking Strikers every goddamn week.
And by the way, if Manny Lagos did say that the NASL Loons are not the MLS Loons as a backhanded way to tell Ramirez fans to suck it up buttercup, I want to offer the statistics I just quoted above as proof that Superman has made the transition from second- to top-tier American soccer just fine, thank you. Also by the way, I think it's clear now that Heath never had faith in Ramirez and is instead going to deploy an attack via players the club just got from South America. If the goal is to reach the playoffs (something that isn't completely out of the realm of possibility, glory be), I don't think it's a great idea to experiment with chemistry as the regular season winds down. But shit, that's just me.
(Oh yeah, one more aside. When describing the move, some people in The Media have said that this is Ramirez's chance to "come home." He is a Southern California native. But has he ever expressed a desire to play for either LAFC or the L.A. Galaxy? If not, and I choose to believe Ramirez hasn't, bringing up his roots is misleading, and worse, could make people believe that he wanted to leave. That is bringing up an angle for the sake of sentimentality -- superstar comes home -- and/or softening what is, in the fanatical world of sports, a shot to the liver. Reporters should not say reckless things like that.)
Worse yet, the haul they got from Laugh-See for trading away Superman -- between $800,000 and a million in money -- is still in the squad's coffers, because they didn't do any other goddamn thing before the Transfer Window closed Wednesday night. I've seen at least one local soccer journalist say that it's better to keep the money until MNUFC finds the right guy. No way. When you trade away the face of the franchise in the prime of his playing career, you better fucking flip that around and get players in order to better the team, namely people on defense. If not, what the fuck was trading Ramirez for? And they didn't do shit.
And as much as this is a disaster on the pitch, this is a goddamn catastrophe with the fanbase. We love Superman. He has done nothing wrong. Wrong has been done to him, though -- cutting utterances, receiving undue shares of criticism, and then the unceremonious benching for the Seattle loss. We have seen him at his best, and there is no reason to believe that he couldn't do it again and for the next several seasons. Goddammit, he scored twice against LAFC the week before!!!
This isn't like Kevin Garnett, a superstar stuck on a failing team whose prime and time to win a championship was certainly not going to come while staying with the Timberwolves. Nor is this like Brian Dozier, a player who spent his career with the Twins but was the grizzled vet in a youthful locker room who was also looking for a big payday, either in Minnesota or elsewhere. Christian Ramirez was a bedrock of the organization and a vital talisman of a player who is still capable of striking fear into the hearts of opponents, and more than that, he wanted to stay and play here. You don't rip his heart out, and the hearts out of the soccer fans who give this organization millions of dollars, by trading away great players like him, especially when you have nothing to show for it.
Only my narcissism in being able to walk into brand-new Allianz Field 18 times next year and my laziness in seeing how I can back out of my commitment with my sales rep prevent me from pulling my season tickets. I don't really care anymore if trading Ramirez helps the team; Ramirez helps the team. Lagos and Heath, not to mention the Loons' fanbase, will miss him on the field of TCF Bank Stadium. And despite coming back from deficits twice, Saturday's 2-all draw at the Galaxy doesn't change my mind about this being a stupid, stupid idea.
Oh, and the up-and-down season with Francisco Calvo continues. Late in the match he tosses the ball high into the air and gets his second Yellow Card. Is this how a captain is supposed to act? He will miss United FC's next game, Saturday against the Dallas Burn, the team on top of the Western Conference. Angelo Rodriguez was by all accounts good, but he damn well better put the biscuit in the basket soon. I mean, Christian Ramirez would have scored Saturday night. Am I right?
#-2: Twins (Last Week: -1). Lose three-of-four in Cleveland, lose two-of-three at Detroit. Despite the Trade Deadline ending by all accounts on July 31, last week the Twinks traded Closer Fernando Rodney to The Bastard Philadelphia-By-Way-Of-Kansas City Athletics in exchange for another Young Arm. Good; he can give another team's fans heart attacks when he loads the bases in the Ninth Inning.
They're home this screening week. They play Pittsburgh Tuesday and Wednesday. That would be an interleague matchup I would want to see if I only had the time. The Tigers then come to town for a four-game series beginning Thursday. My friend has tickets for that Thursday matchup, and I plan on going to the game with him to see how many Twinks players I still recognize.
Oh, also I want to commemorate that this is the last week where there are only two entries in the WMNSS. College sports start Thursday as women's soccer swings into action. Let us pray.
#-1: United FC (Last Week: -2). Goddammit, they did it. They fuckin' traded Superman to the Los Angeles Football Club Monday night. I'm both numb and pissed off, if that's such a thing. Or maybe it's the ooginess and tingling I'm feeling right now. Anyway, I'm still mad, and I'm still trying to process it, and I'm still struggling.
From a business/tactical standpoint, this is a mistake. OK, so maybe he wasn't scoring as much as he could have this year. But seven Goals and two Assists this year ain't chopped liver, and he was only one year removed from scoring 14 and chipping in three helpers. Maybe Adrian Heath and Manny Lagos could have entrusted Ramirez more instead of undermining him. Maybe they could have used those Designated Player spots on shoring up the Backline instead of signing fucking Wingers and fucking Strikers every goddamn week.
And by the way, if Manny Lagos did say that the NASL Loons are not the MLS Loons as a backhanded way to tell Ramirez fans to suck it up buttercup, I want to offer the statistics I just quoted above as proof that Superman has made the transition from second- to top-tier American soccer just fine, thank you. Also by the way, I think it's clear now that Heath never had faith in Ramirez and is instead going to deploy an attack via players the club just got from South America. If the goal is to reach the playoffs (something that isn't completely out of the realm of possibility, glory be), I don't think it's a great idea to experiment with chemistry as the regular season winds down. But shit, that's just me.
(Oh yeah, one more aside. When describing the move, some people in The Media have said that this is Ramirez's chance to "come home." He is a Southern California native. But has he ever expressed a desire to play for either LAFC or the L.A. Galaxy? If not, and I choose to believe Ramirez hasn't, bringing up his roots is misleading, and worse, could make people believe that he wanted to leave. That is bringing up an angle for the sake of sentimentality -- superstar comes home -- and/or softening what is, in the fanatical world of sports, a shot to the liver. Reporters should not say reckless things like that.)
Worse yet, the haul they got from Laugh-See for trading away Superman -- between $800,000 and a million in money -- is still in the squad's coffers, because they didn't do any other goddamn thing before the Transfer Window closed Wednesday night. I've seen at least one local soccer journalist say that it's better to keep the money until MNUFC finds the right guy. No way. When you trade away the face of the franchise in the prime of his playing career, you better fucking flip that around and get players in order to better the team, namely people on defense. If not, what the fuck was trading Ramirez for? And they didn't do shit.
And as much as this is a disaster on the pitch, this is a goddamn catastrophe with the fanbase. We love Superman. He has done nothing wrong. Wrong has been done to him, though -- cutting utterances, receiving undue shares of criticism, and then the unceremonious benching for the Seattle loss. We have seen him at his best, and there is no reason to believe that he couldn't do it again and for the next several seasons. Goddammit, he scored twice against LAFC the week before!!!
This isn't like Kevin Garnett, a superstar stuck on a failing team whose prime and time to win a championship was certainly not going to come while staying with the Timberwolves. Nor is this like Brian Dozier, a player who spent his career with the Twins but was the grizzled vet in a youthful locker room who was also looking for a big payday, either in Minnesota or elsewhere. Christian Ramirez was a bedrock of the organization and a vital talisman of a player who is still capable of striking fear into the hearts of opponents, and more than that, he wanted to stay and play here. You don't rip his heart out, and the hearts out of the soccer fans who give this organization millions of dollars, by trading away great players like him, especially when you have nothing to show for it.
Only my narcissism in being able to walk into brand-new Allianz Field 18 times next year and my laziness in seeing how I can back out of my commitment with my sales rep prevent me from pulling my season tickets. I don't really care anymore if trading Ramirez helps the team; Ramirez helps the team. Lagos and Heath, not to mention the Loons' fanbase, will miss him on the field of TCF Bank Stadium. And despite coming back from deficits twice, Saturday's 2-all draw at the Galaxy doesn't change my mind about this being a stupid, stupid idea.
Oh, and the up-and-down season with Francisco Calvo continues. Late in the match he tosses the ball high into the air and gets his second Yellow Card. Is this how a captain is supposed to act? He will miss United FC's next game, Saturday against the Dallas Burn, the team on top of the Western Conference. Angelo Rodriguez was by all accounts good, but he damn well better put the biscuit in the basket soon. I mean, Christian Ramirez would have scored Saturday night. Am I right?
#-2: Twins (Last Week: -1). Lose three-of-four in Cleveland, lose two-of-three at Detroit. Despite the Trade Deadline ending by all accounts on July 31, last week the Twinks traded Closer Fernando Rodney to The Bastard Philadelphia-By-Way-Of-Kansas City Athletics in exchange for another Young Arm. Good; he can give another team's fans heart attacks when he loads the bases in the Ninth Inning.
They're home this screening week. They play Pittsburgh Tuesday and Wednesday. That would be an interleague matchup I would want to see if I only had the time. The Tigers then come to town for a four-game series beginning Thursday. My friend has tickets for that Thursday matchup, and I plan on going to the game with him to see how many Twinks players I still recognize.
Sunday, August 12, 2018
Expenses Without Receipts
Starting from Saturday, August 11:
- That evening I went to the Pizza Luce Block Party downtown. One pizza, one beer. When paying for tickets that convert to the pizza and beer I dropped the change of 50 cents as tip.
total: $100. (ETA at 2 p.m. on September 8 -- WTF?! How did I miss this mistake? Now that it's been so long ago I don't know what the hell the amount was. Shit. Uh, I'm going to just say ... $12. Fuck it.) - Answered a booty call from ****y. That day she invited me to the same stripper party that two other girls invited me to. Couldn't go because I'm broke. But I made the dumb mistake of asking her if she does one-on-ones, to which she replied, "Can you do it tonight?" And like a stupid dick, I leaped at the chance. I mean, it wasn't bad, but I'm totally broke right now. Eh, I'm so dumb. HJ from ****y: $100.
- Didn't spend anything on Thursday, so we really start Wednesday, August 8 -- I've been doing my best to avoid using cash until I get paid, and even then it's all going to my credit card bill because I still had to buy stuff and so I put it on my credit card bill. However, and I don't know if this is a state thing only, but by Minnesota law you cannot use a credit card to pay for lottery tickets. And since Powerball has gotten into nine digits again, I asked Father if he wanted some and he said yes. He wanted five; I played one. That means the total is, natch: $12.
- After getting home Father paid me back for his share of the Powerball, and Infusion of: $10.
- Back to Monday the 6th, where the only EWR was me getting paid at the U. to try and finish up this experiment. Two hours of listening to bleeps and bloops means an Infusion of: $20.
- On Sunday the 5th I needed to blog, so I went to Diamonds to do so before heading back up Central to catch the last-ever 3M Championship. The combination of getting up laid, huge traffic because Central was closed down for a street festival, and me trying to finish up my requiem to the 3M Championship led me to spend less than three hours at TPC Twin Cities when I initially wanted to be there for five. Some things just don't go your way. Lemonade plus tip at Diamonds: $3.
- To Saturday, August 4 ... I still don't know how scheduling at my new job works. On Friday I was told that I actually could work on Saturday, this day, even though I was not scheduled to on the training schedule sheet I got before I started. But I was allowed (according to my supervisor) to work until I reached 40 hours for the week. That was four hours, so from 9-1. That meant I had my afternoon free before I went home, showered, then went out to see United piss away a sure win. Before coming home I took a diversion and went to the inaugural Blue Sun Soda Festival very close to my house. It was great to see so many families enjoy an afternoon of community bonding. Too bad the sky was gray. And too bad it was so popular that I had trouble finding a spot. But I did, and I bought four tickets, each a quarter, in order to sample all the craft pop forming the backbone of the festival. Weirdly, though, these tickets had to be taxed, and Blue Sun Soda Shop did not bother us with paying the tax. They just ate the tax themselves, in the form of loose change they would take from the top of the box where its cash register lain and stuffed it back in the register. I was kind of worried what would happen if they ran out of change, so on top of the dollar I paid I threw in some of my own change, 25 cents. I then waited a long time before my street tacos from Elevation 5280 were finally made. Not bad, but as with all street tacos they were stuffed so much that some invariably fell out. Annoyed by that. With tip for the tacos my whole stay there cost me: $12.25.
- On Friday the 3rd Father paid me back for the Powerball tickets I just bought for him, an Infusion of: $10.
- Let us hurl all the way back to Sunday, July 29 ... where Father paid me back, again, for Powerball tickets. This time around he only wanted one. I got one as well, but I forgot to take one of them. Father probably thought I bought both for him, and so he paid me back for both. I wanted to give him back two dollars, but I figured I would pay for something of his soon. Haven't done that yet, though. So, technically, this is an Infusion of: $4.
- To Saturday the 28th, where, in anticipation of starting my job, I went to Moler to get my face professionally shaved by a student. I always feel better when someone else shaves my face, even though it does cost money. This time I charged the shave, but I tipped to the guy who shaved me with cash: $4.
- Friday, July 27 -- started My Last Free Day by going to Caribou/Einstein. Used my points on a free medium coffee, so bagel and tip came to: $3.75.
- I then went to the U. for a research study. It is a familiar place and experiment: The hearing experiment where I hear bleeps and bloops. I should go into more depth soon, but it was a blast from the past going back up there. And I needed the money. An Infusion of: $20.
- I needed it because I got bamboozled by *****e* to go to her house, where I thought I was going to see her but instead attended a fucking party. Well, I sort-of got back at her: She was holding a party on August 11 where she was also collecting boxes because she's moving. I told her I didn't have any money for her, but I did have boxes. Well, I really thought I did: I have two big boxes, but when I grabbed them, I saw that Father packed them full of toys my parents bought from Toys 'R' Us before they closed for good. So I ... misled *****e*. I feel sorry, because I truly thought I had boxes. But the dick side of me is like, eh. I'll try and make it up to her by buying boxes later this week. Maybe. Anyway, I fucked her for: $100.
- And then I went to My Art Gallery for a new exhibition. Still good to see it going strong. A donation of: $3.
- On Thursday the 26th I went to Al's Breakfast. Try to eat at this place once a year, usually in the summer when it's not overrun by college students. And thankfully my wait was less than five minutes before someone left. I got the Jose for the first time ever. I have always wondered whether Al's has a plate that's considered to be a "signature" dish. I guess it's this one, even though only one website says it is. It's good, but everything there is good. Hope to God it never closes due to gentrification. With tip: $13.
- I then went to the library to print out the company's offer sheet: 20 cents.
- Then went to St. Paul because I needed to talk to the government about not needing their health insurance anymore. Don't know how long I was there, so I leaned toward overestimating, and yes, I had about ten minutes (maybe a quarter's worth) of time before I had to leave. So I stayed, even though I had to get to my experiment at the U. Total: $1.
- U. experiment, hearing study. An Infusion of: $20.
- Wednesday, July 25 ... I was not working downtown at this time, but I still had to go there for two things: Having my annual eating date with my friend and getting my shoes shined. I wanted to do both the morning of a workday, but it didn't work out that way, especially since I was not given a head's-up as to when my assignment with the law firm was over, so I had to take a morning to do both. My friend paid for my coffee because she makes more money than I do. Then went to get my shoes shined at Lisa's. Thank Buddha she's still there, too. With tip: $15.
- And as is customary, after getting my shoes shined I moseyed over to the Bogart's kiosk to get a doughnut. With tip: $3.75.
- Had a research study to go to in the afternoon. An Infusion of: $20.
- That not I went to a party I really should not have gone to. But the host, *****a, has been good to me and I've felt bad about not going to her parties for a while now. Plus, ******e was there and I've rebuffed her invitations for a long time too. I finally bit the bullet, especially since the place where this is was close. Finally got ******e to a bed, and although I was afraid she wouldn't, she gave me a handjob. And it felt guuuuuuuuuuud. With dances for *****a and Barbie, whom I wanted to get an LD from for along time, plus cover and an extra bed charge -- wow, this adds up, doens't it? -- the total cost of this party is: $180.
- Going back to Monday, July 23, where I went to the U. for an experiment. An Infusion of: $20.
- Sunday the 22nd ... went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition), where I got a dance from Ash, who told me a lot of things about herself. I feel good that she trusts me. With coffee and tips: $28.
- On Saturday the 21st I went to the library to produce some invoices for Mother: 20 cents.
- I then went to one of the many breweries around the Twin Cities, Utepils, which had a music festival, reason enough for me to visit. The Pils was nice. They advertised a bunch of food trucks, but there were only two. I bought rib tips from one, but the woman charged me two bucks more than what was posted on their board. Which is funny, because while I was waiting in line, this woman consistently overcharged everyone who bought one of the truck's BBQ dishes -- and none of them said anything about it. When I spoke up, she charged me for the price written on the board ... and she did not take my tip. Fair enough. Plus tip for the Pils and it all came to: $14.
- On Friday, July 20 I packed in two experiments at the U. on the same day. Wanted to arrange it so I could immediately go from research study to another, but I couldn't; had a break of about 2 1/2 hours inbetween (maybe?), so I dinked around campus. The first experiment was a one-off. An Infusion of: $12.
- The second was, I think, the first time I revisited the hearing lab. Again, I'll talk about that later. An Infusion of: $20.
- That night I went to Glam Doll. Did not get a pourover coffee because I was able to eschew coffee in the morning and I wanted to keep that going. Got a hot chocolate instead. Put that and my first donut on my credit card. The second donut, and the tip, I paid with cash: $3.
- Thursday the 19th ... ****e, oh, ****e -- although I don't have to eat a fucking steak every time I go there, and I'm really skeeved that she has a male roommate that she tends to from time to time. Oh, well, she is my last whore.
- ****e was trying to clean up the house before I came over. She doesn't have to do that. While peeing I found a dime. An Infusion of: 10 cents.
- On Wednesday the 18th I went to Caribou in the morning. Used my points for a free mocha. Got a cookie to go with it. Rounded up for tip, so it equals: $1.
- Tuesday, July 17 ... Father paid me back for all those lottery tickets I got for him, an Infusion of: $50.
- Oh yeah -- when I was at the gas station buying lottery tickets for Father (and for me), I saw a woman just drop her change on the floor. And she just left. Didn't stop to stoop and pick up the change. You know, it's not much, but it's yours and it's legal tender. It'll be useful at some point, but she didn't care. Man, I don't know if that's wise. So I stopped down to scoop them up. I don't care, I'm not ashamed, shit. An Infusion of: 61 cents.
My God, Mother's Gone Off The Deep End Again
My parents are leaving in a few days, and increasingly Mother is getting into a tizzy. While I understand that I need to coordinate and organize all of their affairs while they're gone, there is so much shit to track that it's impossible for me to keep on top of it all. And she's not only piling on the things I need to do, she's adding bureaucratic wrinkles that are getting pretty fucking insufferable.
I was delayed by a whole hour from going to the Pizza Luce Block Party in downtown Minneapolis because Mother wanted to discuss some things. Again, I understand, but her talks about doing this and then doing that went long. But then she went fucking crazy. Whenever there is a violation letter regarding one of the real estate properties my parents own, she not only wants me to snap a photo and sent it to the property manager, she wants me to fucking write down on the letter the day and time I sent it. The day is goddamn bad enough. She wants me write down the motherfucking time. I have half a mind to just write fucking midnight on every single one of those letters.
And then Mother brought up several paper grocery bags. She then tells me that once I get through a bill, or a deposit, or an assessment or an insurance bill that I have to keep track of, I should throw them into a bag -- not just one bag, but one of at least four, designated according to whatever the fuck it is, I can't tell, because Mother is letting her goddamn OCD flag fly. I kind of already had it with the writing down the time on the letter thing. But after insisting I need to throw her books into a bad once I'm done with them, she then tells me that all insurance payments need to be written twice: Once on the bill stub, and once on this pocket-sized ledger Mother made for me, one for each of their dozens of properties. Oh goddamn, I don't need to write it even once, but fucking twice?!?!?!
If I had started yelling at her right then and there for all the stupid bullshit she wants me to do just so I could "track" whatever it is I'm tracking, she would've blown her stack and reverted back to the raving bitch she was a couple months. But there still is time for her to lose her temper ... or for me to lose mine.
I was delayed by a whole hour from going to the Pizza Luce Block Party in downtown Minneapolis because Mother wanted to discuss some things. Again, I understand, but her talks about doing this and then doing that went long. But then she went fucking crazy. Whenever there is a violation letter regarding one of the real estate properties my parents own, she not only wants me to snap a photo and sent it to the property manager, she wants me to fucking write down on the letter the day and time I sent it. The day is goddamn bad enough. She wants me write down the motherfucking time. I have half a mind to just write fucking midnight on every single one of those letters.
And then Mother brought up several paper grocery bags. She then tells me that once I get through a bill, or a deposit, or an assessment or an insurance bill that I have to keep track of, I should throw them into a bag -- not just one bag, but one of at least four, designated according to whatever the fuck it is, I can't tell, because Mother is letting her goddamn OCD flag fly. I kind of already had it with the writing down the time on the letter thing. But after insisting I need to throw her books into a bad once I'm done with them, she then tells me that all insurance payments need to be written twice: Once on the bill stub, and once on this pocket-sized ledger Mother made for me, one for each of their dozens of properties. Oh goddamn, I don't need to write it even once, but fucking twice?!?!?!
If I had started yelling at her right then and there for all the stupid bullshit she wants me to do just so I could "track" whatever it is I'm tracking, she would've blown her stack and reverted back to the raving bitch she was a couple months. But there still is time for her to lose her temper ... or for me to lose mine.
Saturday, August 11, 2018
Miss You, EPL
I've really gotten into the English Premier League the past, uh, four (?) years. Even though it technically began yesterday, the really kickofff, with six games being played today, makes today the "official" start to the EPL season. Because of that, I would have woken up extremely early, went down to either of the downtown pubs, ate for free for the first match (Newcastle hosting Tottingham Hotspur), then dinked around before I could bask in the multi-game setup that comes on at 9 o'clock. (There are four games going on simultaneously today, for example.)
But I have this new job, and it's Tuesday through Saturday, and so I will miss this EPL season opener, and, in fact, nearly all EPL Saturdays for as long as I have this job. It's a sacrifice that I need to make, but I will miss this time of year, where I have my time to myself to enjoy soccer how I want to.
Now, off to work.
But I have this new job, and it's Tuesday through Saturday, and so I will miss this EPL season opener, and, in fact, nearly all EPL Saturdays for as long as I have this job. It's a sacrifice that I need to make, but I will miss this time of year, where I have my time to myself to enjoy soccer how I want to.
Now, off to work.
Friday, August 10, 2018
Oh, OK, We're Gonna Get All Passive-Aggressive All Up In This Bitch Now, Huh?
Weirdest thing at work just now. Walking back into work from afternoon break and I get stuck behind the cleaning lady. She already is moving slow because she's wheeling a huge garbage can to pick up refuse. But she also struck up a conversation with someone ahead of her, and so I had to really back down as they were shooting the shit in front of me.
We get to a hallway. I hear footsteps behind me. Neither the cleaning lady nor the person she's talking to is walking faster. We hit the part of the hallway where it widens, only slightly. They start moving to the side because I think they both see the pile-up behind them.
I start moving over to the side. Just then I hear the person behind me. And she goes, and I quote: "Excuse me. I'm ... moving faster." And she cuts in front of me.
Oh, you're faster now? So that means everything, doesn't it? (OK, I'll stop and say that her statement isn't completely unambiguous. She might be talking about those two, or the entire situation where we were all backed up. But I will continue as though she was showing me up.) Sorry I was too slow for you, or too nice to tell those people to move it on over. I'm just trying to be a team player my second week on the job. You, who probably has been there for years, probably thinks you've built up enough, uh, goodwill that you were entitled to walking as fast as you want to -- and to insult people in the process.
I have to let it go. Have to. Because I have no idea who she is. She probably is above me in the organization chart. And if she has any bearing on my department, telling her off probably is the end of me at that job. But goddammit, I don't take this shit lying down.
And I got back in the most passive-aggressive, Minnesotan way possible: By taking it out on another person. I was walking back from the hallway a little later, and The Person Who Bangs The Keyboard was getting up and walking towards me to put away a file or something. I could have moved to the side. I didn't. I wanted to show her that I hear her pounding on her keys like she's pissed off for no good reason, and I forced her to veer off to my side. Huh, showed her that I've noticed she's typing way too fucking loud.
My God, I'm not gonna last at this place.
We get to a hallway. I hear footsteps behind me. Neither the cleaning lady nor the person she's talking to is walking faster. We hit the part of the hallway where it widens, only slightly. They start moving to the side because I think they both see the pile-up behind them.
I start moving over to the side. Just then I hear the person behind me. And she goes, and I quote: "Excuse me. I'm ... moving faster." And she cuts in front of me.
Oh, you're faster now? So that means everything, doesn't it? (OK, I'll stop and say that her statement isn't completely unambiguous. She might be talking about those two, or the entire situation where we were all backed up. But I will continue as though she was showing me up.) Sorry I was too slow for you, or too nice to tell those people to move it on over. I'm just trying to be a team player my second week on the job. You, who probably has been there for years, probably thinks you've built up enough, uh, goodwill that you were entitled to walking as fast as you want to -- and to insult people in the process.
I have to let it go. Have to. Because I have no idea who she is. She probably is above me in the organization chart. And if she has any bearing on my department, telling her off probably is the end of me at that job. But goddammit, I don't take this shit lying down.
And I got back in the most passive-aggressive, Minnesotan way possible: By taking it out on another person. I was walking back from the hallway a little later, and The Person Who Bangs The Keyboard was getting up and walking towards me to put away a file or something. I could have moved to the side. I didn't. I wanted to show her that I hear her pounding on her keys like she's pissed off for no good reason, and I forced her to veer off to my side. Huh, showed her that I've noticed she's typing way too fucking loud.
My God, I'm not gonna last at this place.
Updated Measurements
Herberger's is going out of business, and they seemed to have been going out of business for the past decade. Well, maybe five months, but that's still a long time. Nevertheless I feel the scavenger in me, so yesterday after work I went to the Herberger's at The Mall Closest To Me for, like, the third time in a week.
I am mentally putting together a shopping list. Surprisingly after several months of going out of business, there is still a lot of stuff left for people to buy at low, low prices. So beyond buying a pair of easygoing khakis, I'm in a bind: Either buy now and miss out on prices going even lower on them, or wait and risk someone else getting them. What to do, what to do. ...
This is the stuff I want:
This is the stuff I think I need:
I'll think about it. In the meantime I had been trying on suitcoats and shirts to make sure I know which sizes to buy. Herberger's is "Going Out Of Business," so of course all sales are final.
I had listed my measurements, even though they were from high school, because I needed to know what sizes fit me. But after trying them on I realized that those were just too old, and I'm fatter now. So, after lots of shirts and coats and looking at my most snug pair of jeans, I want to update some of my measurements:
I am mentally putting together a shopping list. Surprisingly after several months of going out of business, there is still a lot of stuff left for people to buy at low, low prices. So beyond buying a pair of easygoing khakis, I'm in a bind: Either buy now and miss out on prices going even lower on them, or wait and risk someone else getting them. What to do, what to do. ...
This is the stuff I want:
- Sinatra-style hat
- Wallet
- Socks
- Shoes
- Dress shirt
- Jeans
This is the stuff I think I need:
- Suit
I'll think about it. In the meantime I had been trying on suitcoats and shirts to make sure I know which sizes to buy. Herberger's is "Going Out Of Business," so of course all sales are final.
I had listed my measurements, even though they were from high school, because I needed to know what sizes fit me. But after trying them on I realized that those were just too old, and I'm fatter now. So, after lots of shirts and coats and looking at my most snug pair of jeans, I want to update some of my measurements:
- Waist: 34
- Neck: 16
- Sleeve: 32-3
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