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07.7.04
. . . another day, another dollar
so, today i'm late for work for the umpteenth time in as many days. figures that today, they'd need me to be in right at 0730, and of course, i wasn't.
i truly am beginning to believe that i'm cursed. i can't seem to get my head above water, ever feel like that? and what a thing, to be nearly happy just treading water.
i need a vacation, a break, a change, something. anything...
i truly am beginning to believe that i'm cursed. i can't seem to get my head above water, ever feel like that? and what a thing, to be nearly happy just treading water.
i need a vacation, a break, a change, something. anything...
07.2.04
. . . nothing to do
today was the first time in along time i was actually bored. nothing to do. maddie and i slept in, played for a bit, then i took her to daycare because i had muy mucho running around that needed to get done. went to the bank, paid rent, visited our friendly clerks at the the solano county court traffic division and gave them too much hard earned jack - no wait.
there was some excitement this afternoon. i'm standing in line, waiting for about twenty minutes for the one girl to take my money - the woman in front of me had issues. this indian woman and her 6'6" son (i guess) cut in front of me. i couldn't believe it, and when i called them on it, the lanky, greasy haired, sun glass wearing son of a line-cutter gets belligerent.
i about lost my mind. i said "i guess that being pushy, rude, and cutting in front of others is the way to get things done - by ALL means, then, go right ahead, you are obviously more important than i am". he looks at me, i look at him, and then he mutters something that sounded obscene and similar to "stop talking".
i stared at him, looked at the girl behind the counter, looked back at him, and said quietly, "do something. no? i didn't think so."
he turns bright red and stomps off. the people behind me laughed out loud. on her way out, the indian woman mumbled an apology (while avoiding eye contact) and i commented on what a well-mannered and cultured companion she had.
more laughter.
i hate people. at least he got called a nancy-boy and she was embarassed.
but after that, i was bored. went to the movies alone, saw the chronicles of Riddick. good fight scenes, pretty good special effects, decent plot. four (out of five) stars.
at least i wasn't bored for the two hours i sat alone in the dark.
there was some excitement this afternoon. i'm standing in line, waiting for about twenty minutes for the one girl to take my money - the woman in front of me had issues. this indian woman and her 6'6" son (i guess) cut in front of me. i couldn't believe it, and when i called them on it, the lanky, greasy haired, sun glass wearing son of a line-cutter gets belligerent.
i about lost my mind. i said "i guess that being pushy, rude, and cutting in front of others is the way to get things done - by ALL means, then, go right ahead, you are obviously more important than i am". he looks at me, i look at him, and then he mutters something that sounded obscene and similar to "stop talking".
i stared at him, looked at the girl behind the counter, looked back at him, and said quietly, "do something. no? i didn't think so."
he turns bright red and stomps off. the people behind me laughed out loud. on her way out, the indian woman mumbled an apology (while avoiding eye contact) and i commented on what a well-mannered and cultured companion she had.
more laughter.
i hate people. at least he got called a nancy-boy and she was embarassed.
but after that, i was bored. went to the movies alone, saw the chronicles of Riddick. good fight scenes, pretty good special effects, decent plot. four (out of five) stars.
at least i wasn't bored for the two hours i sat alone in the dark.
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