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2002-07-14 - 1:25 a.m. you're better than all the rest...who do i love the best...honey, it's true...there's just you... the jets hey, i had such an amazingly uneventful day. slept far too long. about 91/2 hours. watched guess who's coming to dinner, the deep end, and the curse of the jade scorpion. ended up in bed, and got into this random conversation about the songs that we grew up with. he has no idea about the s.o.s band, change, 5 star, expose', and forget about latin hip hop; nocera, sweet sensations, cover girls, tka, etc. like certain songs he was like, "oh yeah, i remember that...sort of" i mean, he's a coupla years younger, but, c'mon. there was this great record store called licorice pizza when i was a kid, and my parents were gonna let me buy two tapes. i chose rick james-bustin' out, and the go go's-beauty and the beat. the girl at the register was like that's a weird combination, or something to that effect. i remember thinking, is it? i like everything...mostly. music is so important to me. i'm hardly alone, or unique. just thought i'd put my two cents in. did i ever mention seeing the dangerous lives of altar boys? it was incredible. watch that movie. it captured something. it was very, very good. today, at the video store, i saw this woman that i work with. i can't stand her. she has been very rude to me on several occasions. she's like mid thirties, bitter divorced lady. when i was asked to help out in payroll last year, she was pretty bad. matt noticed her first. he was like, "do you know that woman" i looked where he was looking, and there she was, sandy-aka cuntface. i hate the "c" word, but in this case, i'll make an exception. i told him that it was sandy, "the sandy". he was like, "she's checking you out, big time". of course, by the time i looked over, she was not looking in our direction. la liz always told me sandy wanted to fuck me. i always told her to shut the fuck up. then, today, matt said she was definitely checking me out. my point is this; why are people such assholes when it comes to work related attractions? i mean, if she was, then she shoulda just made a move, and been done with it. instead, she picked on me every chance she got, and made me hate her. i think she was going for fear, but what she failed to know was that i don't scare too easy. in fact, after 8 years on the job, i'm known as someone who doesn't take shit from anybody. i'm not really sure how that came about. well, yeah i am, but, it was always someone else who started it, and i was simply defending myself. the last time sandy started in on me, i had already decided that if there was a next time, that i was gonna confront her right then, and there. so, after being incredibly rude, i just told her, 'let's go finish this in robert's office'. robert being the big boss. she was like, "what"? i told her, 'there's obviously a problem, and i can't figure it out, so, let's go to robert, you talk to me in front of him like you just did, word for word, same tone, and let's see what he makes of this'. oooohhhhhh she was a quiet bitch after that. i deflated her like a balloon. a small, bitter balloon. from that point on, i never had a problem with her. she even tried being nice. she quickly shitcanned that noise after realizing that i don't forgive, or forget some bullshit like that. when she tried to show me a picture of her two boys dressed in their halloween costumes, and asked, "aren't those the cutest things you've ever seen", and i gave her a are you fucking crazy look, before ignoring her completely. she stopped trying after that. so, she's not a complete moron. anyway, we ran into her in line, and she told me hi. she ignores me at work, and why she thinks it should be any different in the real world is beyond me. she even asked who "my friend" was. she has to know i'm a mo. like that could even be kept a secret where i work. matt, ever the polite one, said, nice to meet you, or some horseshit, and was talking to her kids about the video games they were renting. i just studied my shoes intently. i'm not mad at matt in any way. that's who he is. he is a good person. i'm just mad that shit like that has to go on at all, you know? why do people have to be that way? if she didn't have the balls to approach me, or whatever, how does that become my fault? how does that make me someone who deserves to be treated like shit? whatever. goodnight. |
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