Bullshit Manifesto

Someone I know once told me that personal websites were for one of two things; vanity, and employment. Since I have a job, I guess that makes me vane. Fuck, now I feel like a damn Carly Simon song.

I’m taking my girlfriend to a secret getaway for Valentines day this weekend to Big Bear. I got a kickass suite with a jacuzzi tub by the fireplace and a king size bed. This is also her birthday and our one year anniversary, as it turns out, hence me shelling out the big bucks. She’s ever so worth it, though. I’m thinking that our next trip will have to be somewhere like Oregon. She’s never been, but has always wanted to. I have, and want to move there. The plan is to finish school, move up there to be a teacher, and make lots of babies. Of course, if that mystical pile of money that I’m expecting will just land on my lap already, I wouldn’t have to wait.

I used to think that true love only existed in love songs. Now I want to write those songs… but then I’d also like to write songs about Zelda, too…

I work in the stock room of a small store in Pasadena. My manager is a fabulous 50 something Mexican woman named Herlinda, both of us Geminis, and we sit next to eachother doing our work. We constantly crack eachother up, which makes work very unworky. My biggest compaint of late has been my lack of a desk. Correction, I have a desk, but I have a bit less than a square foot to actually do any kind of work that doesn’t involve a computer (writing, filing, etc.). So, the powers that be granted me an actual desk with enough space to accomodate the 2 computers, 1 monitor, and all my random knick-knacks. The catch? I have to set it up myself.

Now, I can solve a Rubik’s Cube, so part A into slot B is no problem. Going back a step to fix it isn’t either. Taking down and setting up the computers isn’t either… usually. For some unknown reason, one of the computers has 2, yes 2, monitor ports. I didn’t notice this in my sleepless haze, and merely plugged it into the one that doesn’t work. Oh yeah, one of them didn’t work. Long story short (too late)I was at work a grand total of 13 hours yesterday. I left work at 11:30 pm. I usually stay no later than 7. My new desk is beautiful, and I want to set it on fire. I need a beer.

After reading my first post, I decided that I needed to follow up with something that is of a slightly brighter note, as I’m not that bitter typically.

Another customer came into the store with her son, 15 or so, who was wearing a makeshift cape made from a blanket. After looking closer, I realized that it was more of a cloak. After looking even closer, I noticed that the clasp in front that kept it on was made from cardboard and lookes like the brooches from Lord of the Rings. And I thought I was bad…

I am The Loop. There are other Loops, I know some of them personally, but I can tell you that I am truly The Loop. This is another attempt at an online presence and a vent for all the things that are going on in The Loop. Let’s start with a little diddy that happened today…

A lady called in asking for directions. Not too difficult, as the store I work in is not far from the freeway. That is, of course, unless the person I’m giving directions to doesn’t speak very good english. Not to be racist, but the customers that I recieve that I have the hardest time communicating with are typically Asian. No, that isn’t a gross generalization. Japanese, Thai, and Chinese (Mandarin and Cantonese speaking) primarily. Anyhow, I gave her directions that included no more than 3 turns and 4 streets. She would interrupt me to ask me a question dealing with what I hadn’t said yet, then would interrupt me to verify what I said a minute ago. If there is a communication barrier, I’m sympathetic. If you are going to add your own lack of manners on top of it, you can eat my ass… with a spoon.