Lunchbox Lamentations

Big Wheel

Wed, 14 May 2008 20:42:03 GMT

Crossing 5th Av trying to get to work Tuesday morning, I see these red and white checkered Vans pedaling next to me. The bike is huge and old. The rider is Oliver Platt with this expression on his face that made me laugh out loud. Guess old dude was working on his fitness on his big boy bicycle.

What am I thinking?

Wed, 14 May 2008 00:58:42 GMT

I have a seat booked on Amtrak to go to Montreal in July.

Indiana Jones

Tue, 13 May 2008 00:27:30 GMT

There's no secret I love Indiana Jones. I love anything with Harrison Ford in it(just not Calista Flockhart). I am excited about the new film though I pretend to be disinterested. I need to see it on opening day.

Since I'm a collector--people, action figures, lint--I am thrilled they are doing that Burger King promotion thing. Indy kid's meals toys. When I first started actively posting on eljay the Star Wars promotion was going on at BK. I ate kid's meals at lunch exclusively for weeks to score a Millennium Falcon. What did I learn? There's nothing I wouldn't do to get that damn ship in my hands. Months later I also bought the Transformers Millennium Falcon which I love love love.

My problem? I hate the food. It's crap made to look like edible sustenance. If only I had somebody who would eat the food and let me have the toys . . .

My action figure collection is epic though I shield it from the world. It is housed in my storage space. Putting it on display would eliminate clothes and bed.

Edit: I've posted my POC Guy entry on avocetave. Thinking about un-flocking it for those who do want to read it. Some people would get a kick out of it (ie. Guy who secretly likes to read my posts).

Mon, 12 May 2008 22:41:18 GMT

So it wasn't bad enough that I couldn't go to work. I couldn't see myself getting on that train, going to work and standing there for eight hours. And I feel burned out. Why did I think keeping busy was a good thing?

I woke up at five thirty and couldn't fall back asleep cos I was worrying about things. I finally settled down a half hour before I was supposed to get up. Then the dread took over me. Yesterday was not that significant of a day but the monotomy was enough of a reminder that I'm glad I'm leaving. A manager tried to pry info out of me about what I was doing after I leave. Told her, "No comment. I'm just leaving." She clearly did not like that. Whatever. I'm sick of her treatment and wish she'd quit taking shit out on people for no good reason.

Heavens. I am hungry. I will cheat on my organic lifestyle and get some Burger King. It's one of those days.

More unexpected windfalls

Mon, 12 May 2008 02:12:00 GMT

So the government gave me some reparations too.

My mother had to tell me to check my account for sure. She wants to borrow money from me. She supposed to be coming to the area this week. I will be broke for as long as I have to in order not to part with my cash. I need eating money for Canada.

I actually went to a party last night. With work people. I was in a mood and was a brat to Guy after work. I met him uptown but I had anxiety being in this restaurant with his activist friends. I know I have a mild bit of social anxiety. So I left him and went to a former co-worker's place. I socialized there more easily and when Guy showed up I settled back again. He had no problem integrating himself with all the party-goers. I had a bit much to drink and he did as well.

And I smoked two cigarettes yesterday. I think it's cos I miss Benjy.

Lake's newest developments

Thu, 08 May 2008 19:53:44 GMT

She saw Iron Man on Monday. Loved it.

She opened up a third checking account. On impulse today although thought about it since January.

She will probably be taking the GRE this year.

She still loves MacGyver!

What am I doing?

Wed, 07 May 2008 01:07:31 GMT

I marked on the work calendar my last (tentative) day. July first. It scares me but also made me so proud of myself.

I must find a new job soon.

Reparations

Mon, 05 May 2008 02:52:07 GMT

This Friday we got that back pay the union negotiated to have returned to us. I got an obscene amount of money. It was such a relief cos I had to dip into my savings to pay rent this month. Guy understood when I said we needed to find cheap eats on our date night so he cooked dinner for me.

Not much to say except I still hate work and I'm rethinking the not going to grad school thing.

Also, I'm planning a trip to Canada this summer.

Shit house

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 21:42:32 GMT

As it were, the temp job I had in early 2007 sent my W-2 to my old address. It then got re-routed to my most recent former address(I haven't done the change of address thing yet). All of this happened after I filed my taxes this year. I dunno if this means I'll have more money coming to me or I owe. Either way I have to file an amended form ASAP so I won't get hit with penalties.

Also, I have much crap to transport to storage or to my new place. Loads of books. This is one of the hazards of working at a bookstore. The discount is sweet but you have heavy books to move when you relocate. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Still gathering my thoughts together for that entry I mentioned a few days ago.

Like pulling teeth

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 00:28:43 GMT

They didn't yank my rotten teeth out, yeesh. Not yet anyway. I had a deep cleaning and they took care of one of my cavities at the dentist today. The damage? About a hundred and fifteen bucks. Thank Heavens for healthcare.

Surprisingly, the cleaning hurt more than the filling. The hygenist had to dig in between teeth to muck out the gunk. My mouth attracts gross things. I need to floss more and under the gumline. Good thing I was shown how to do exactly that. I love my dental office. They treat me well.

In other news, I finished reading Hating Women by Rabbi Shmuley Boteach last week. Everyone needs to read it. I wish I could find the words to give it full justice but take everything you know about women--images, media, myths, truths--and forget you ever thought that way. We're hard-pressed to find positive female images anywhere without some tainting of minor disrespect of women as a whole. Little things we think nothing of contribute to this. I'm rambling but read this book.

Notes on future bloggings

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 02:07:26 GMT

Bloggings? Is that even a word?

Nevertheless I must write about the POC acknowledgment(ie. recognizing another person of color and making it your business to let them know you see them).

Also, I need to discuss my slightly prejudiced views about dating Guy who is POC. Yeah, I went there.

I am tired and need my MacGyver fix.

Why I love NY

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 22:39:43 GMT

I'm setting on the 1 train about to go to Whole Body in midtown. Some suit comes on, flanked by a camera crew and announces that he's a multimillionaire. He says he's going to the "club" for a facial and massage but wants an iced coffee before he gets there. So he boldly tells us to give him money. Someone yells they won't and he asks them to repeat and they don't. He responds with, "that's what I thought." More people tell him no as he walks through the car holding out his hand. And his camera people are filming while another guy tries to get people to sign a waiver to be on this "show" he's doing.

Yeesh.

Work = Movie set?

Sat, 12 Apr 2008 00:17:14 GMT

Yesterday I missed the shoot for Amy Adams' 'Julia and Julia'. No one really did work and sheesh, I could have met her.

Today a co-worker ends up with the script and background info(I don't know the proper term) on this other movie they plan on filming soon. The movie is supposed to be called 'New York, I Love You' or something. Like 'Je t'aime Paris'. Everyone was gushing about Natalie Portman possibly being there. It seems maybe we might get Christina Ricci.

But guess who was on the sheet listed as "attached" to one of the films? Grace Park. I dunno if we get any of her scenes filmed at work but hopefully we do. I would love to meet her.

whooo booo

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 01:42:58 GMT

or hoo i thinkmes drunk b utit's like nine thirty. Aya @ work's bday and i had salisbury steakb tv din 4 lunch. hungry got drunk easy. think i bought some communist fareas stumblin g out the bar i wanna get laid.

night yawls

Not caring what anyone says

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 03:07:21 GMT

I've shared so much in the last two years and want to be selfish for once. I bought a Pur water pitcher cos I need the filtered water. I drink so much daily. Only yesterday I noticed that one of my roommates has been using it too. It irked me. The first rule I was told before moving in was that we don't share food. Water is my food. Roommate writes her name all over her things in the fridge so no one will use it. My pitcher now has mine too.

I'm annoyed. If it was simply her using it and nothing else I'd be okay. The fact that the replacement filters are an arm and a leg and by her using it too, it'll need replacement faster than every two months. It will be getting refilled two to three times a day(it's a pitcher for eight glasses of water) instead of every other day.

Deciding I may be crazy for feeling like I should be the only user of the pitcher, I asked co-workers about it. One said to talk to her or leave a note. Nolee said it was stupid to even be upset about it. And I would be wrong to ask her to help pay for the replacement filters. I got upset because I felt like Nolee was making me out to be a stick-in-the-mud about something that bothers me. I used the analogy about a friend using her car and wearing down the tires. Nolee said it would depend on the friend whether she'd ask them to help buy new tires. Then she got upset cos I asked another person for their input. I wanted to scream. It matters to me and I don't care if she thinks I'm being bitchy about it.

No free rides! So the pitcher sits in my room unused for the moment(I have enough water). If anyone asks, it needs a new filter and I can't afford one. I don't know what to do about this just yet.

Another day

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 01:22:05 GMT

Guess who I met today? Reading Like a Writer's Francine Prose. She seemed a bit scatterbrained a first but I'll chalk it up to having another idea or two brewing in her mind. She was really nice; an average customer. Then I saw her credit card and on impulse asked if she was "the Francine Prose". She laughed, said yes and asked if I had read anything of hers. I told her I was plowing through Reading and she smiled again.

Actually, I haven't gotten through the book cos it's a difficult read. Not difficult as in content but hard to read because it seems verbose and convoluted. Well, that's I what I remember of it. I bought it months ago and decided to read it right away. I read it on two separate occasions and it mysteriously disappeared into my books-from-work-why-did-I-buy-you pile. I suspect it crawled into my storage space on its own volition.

She comes in often and I only now noticed. I think may become the reader of her work that challenges her cos if the rest is like this, I think her and I have much to discuss Ms. Prose and I. Muahahaha.

Should I even care?

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 00:21:01 GMT

Some guy comes to the job and is buying an assload of rare books today. He's chatting it up with one of the Rare Books people and I can't help but laugh at the convo.

Customer: I have arthritis and I'm 33 years old. I knew it was raining today cos I felt it in my bones.

RB Employee: Uh huh. (to me) Make sure you double bag the books or something okay?

Me: Uh huh.

Customer: I think I might be a lycan. Bit by something. A vampire maybe. Wouldn't that be cool? (proceeds to go on about being a lycan)

Me: Oh my Jesus.

Customer: I love your watch.

Me: Why thank you. (eyes narrow)

I finish the sale and my manager says, "I hate that guy. Fucking Ryan Adams." I play dumb and ask, "what, does he sing or something?" Muahahaha. Bear in mind, I just know his name and nothing else only because it's similar to Bryan Adams who I love to death. If I didn't know better he would've been written off as another trustafarian with a silver Amex buying rare books cos it's the 'in' thing now. Seersucker jackets, stringly unwashed hair and Urkel glasses and all.

Do something

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 05:15:29 GMT

I don't usually support anything aind rather stay neutral on all topics. But I think it's important to look into this: FreeMumia.com. He is a journalist wrongly imprisoned in Philadelphia. If anything give it look and find out more.

Haven't been keeping up

Wed, 26 Mar 2008 16:18:33 GMT

On Monday the dad from Gilmore Girls came in. I knew it was him the moment I saw him. He was extremely polite and even eco-friendly by returning a plastic bag and using his briefcase. If only he hadn't strolled in with a GG cap on I probably wouldn't have caught on as quickly as I did.

Creepy Paul Giamatti came in again and I saw him finally. Not necessarily a good thing. Gave me chills all day. That guy is a creepster, I just know it.

And Jane Krakowski came in again as well. She's a tiny person but she's never rude. That's why I like her.

EDIT: I think I ran into Keenya from America's Next Top Model too.

Note

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 18:09:30 GMT

So I feel like I'm breaking. I'm gonna take a break before I have a nervous breakdown.

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 01:28:04 GMT

Jennifer Jason Leigh came in again today. Her dog is precious. Her and I chatted about how sweet he was.

Sunday night Adrien Brody came in. At least I think it was.

And Zach Galifianakis was eeking by as I left work tonight.

Yes?

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 03:15:50 GMT

I hate my job.

I had a bitchy customer chew me out for no good reason today. She came to me with attitude and decided to go off. Her perceived slight was nothing. I swear some people need to die in horrible fires. Working where I do I have become more hateful and disillusioned with the common person.

Good exists right? So why is that everyone must be a douchebag when they're shopping? Really. I'd like to know why. Walking into a store do you forget your manners?

There's no excuse for rudeness. I wish people would realize that.

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 03:49:06 GMT

I expect to be MIA for a little while.

I am moving this week!

Do I need more reasons?

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 06:11:37 GMT

New job. New apartment. I need both in the worst way.

Tonight I was reminded of why I can't live with my friend any longer. She does nothing with her life. Fucking stops playing WoW only to constantly check the message boards AND play Final Fantasy on PS2. Made me so annoyed I asked her about it and she got defensive. Yes, it's because all you fucking do is sleep and play video games. You're twenty-five years old! Get a job! Get a life!

Heavens, give me the strength not to strangle her in her sleep.

You know what sucks?

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 14:57:21 GMT

Having ridiculous tooth pain and welcoming the dull throb of lesser pian of cramps.

I called my "new" dentist and was on hold forever. Then I got the run around cos I have the worst insurance ever. Gorram Cigna HMO. Apparently if I need emergency care and my new (picked by me) dentist isn't listed as my dentist yet I have to pay out of pocket. Fee schedule says any emergency care by a Cigna dentist is covered. Still the receptionist told me that if I'm not officially listed with the office, I must pay out of pocket and I have to call the insurance company to confirm they are my official dental place. Seriously. I am fucking livid.

The default office is double booked for "emergency" appointments on the weekend. And it's unclear how long the dentist will stay around for said emergencies. This is why I opted to change offices. I live in a disadvantaged neighborhood, I expected the lousy service and treatment because of this. I wanted a place closer to work as well. So, I have an appointment with the default four days after my "official" dentist is effective in March. Because I can't miss work.

American healthcare fails. A vicious cycle of can't-get-the-care-needed-cos-I-can't-afford-it and the-care-I-got-is-more-trouble-than-it's-worth.

I need to walk into the dentist with a bleeding mouth and faint in order to be seen. And then it probably won't be covered. Until March first that is. I'm going to pray the pain lessens as time goes on and keep taking my extra strength meds. And I'm making another appointment with the official DMD on or around the time coverage kicks in.

This is why I haven't seen a doctor in 5+ years.

Edit: As of right now, I have an appointment for March 20th. Oh Heavens don't let my teeth fall out by then or let me get so infected I have to see a physician.