Tuesday, October 23, 2001
chicks-
you know what? i am a big fan of girls. that means girls my age you pervs. here is just another reason why. girls that jog. nothing beats jogging skank. i drive past green lake every once in a while for work. there are always attractive girls jogging down there. do you know what makes them so great? they are jogging to be seen. the fact that it slims and tones their ass and legs (both things i am a very big fan of) is only a side benefit to them. cute little jogging outfits rock. short little spandex jogging shorts ROCK. cute, sporty little ponytails = HOT. god, sometimes i just want to stop my car, get out, yell something glutteral and orgasmic, and then just fall over dead in the street. sometimes i wish i wasn't so lazy all summer. i would have spent a lot of time, laying back with my sunglasses on just people watching. i have realized something in the past few weeks. i am really content just sitting back and watching people. say i am at a party, and everyone is dressed up. it is always fun just watching how people interact, instead of actually talking to people. i just enjoy it. thats not to say i am opposed to talking to people, it is just that i usually won't go out of my way to initiate conversation. i guess this is because i am shy around new people, and i end up not talking to people anyways. am i just justifying the fact that i am shy to the point of antisocialness? is antisocialness a word???
work-
so, things on the work front. never trust contract labor. we contract labor from this group called EarthCorps. they never work that hard, and i don't blame them. they make about $6.00 an hour, and have to put up with psycho management. not only that, but half of them are international, trying to figure out how to live in the United States on $6.00 an hour. they end up doing the grunt labor for us, now that we are understaffed. it is great for us, in some ways, because the grunt labor usually sucks. lets take the park i am in charge of these days with one of my coworkers.we laid out all the plants for them to plant, and then went off and did other things, because we were super busy. we didn't really know what pace they were going at as compared to what pace they should be going at, so we just let it be. it wasn't apparent until we spent 2 hours one morning out with them planting. we zipped through this section very quickly, because we were there. we left them with 3 more sections to plant, in 6 hours. they finished about 1/3rd of one of these sections. i get out a few days later, and i am disappointed, but i figure something must have made it hard work. today, me and my coworker go out to try and finish it up, and we finish the rest of the section in an hour and a half. it turns out, they planted maybe 40 plants in those 6 hours. there are 6 of them. we go out there, and plant about 80 plants in an hour and a half. there were 2 of us. now we are stuck with a shitload more plants to plant, and no time to do it. it makes me wonder how much money we wasted hiring these people to do this, and how fast it could have been done if they were actually working the entire time. usually, i wouldn't be pissed. it is like, more power too them for slacking off and getting away with it. but in this case, it is just like a big fuck you, because you just made a shitload more work for me, and i am already busy as hell. it isn't like i get paid that much more than them anyways.
oh yeah, and it looks like i won't be getting my raise soon. people aren't even getting their annual raises these days. it is because we don't have "an official manager, so we are unable to make those decisions," according to what i hear from one of my other coworkers. i don't know how much my other coworkers make, but it is $20+ an hour. i am doing the same kind of work they are doing now to some degree, but i am still making the grunt labor wages. normally, this would be unacceptable. in the past, people have gotten raises right away for doing what i am doing, so i hear. then again, i don't have any college degree. it isn't like i expected to be making as much as them, but some sort of raise would have been nice just as a symbol that i am actually a full time, valued team member now, and i am taking on more responsibility. if no raise is in sight, i don't know if this job is worth the added stress it is giving me. it is only going to get worse.... so yeah, that kind of sucks....
high school-
early friday night, i went back to my parents house to go watch my sister perform at the Redmond High football game half time show. she is on the drill team. they actually did a really good job, i was impressed. that was all i was impressed with. the players.... ALL MIDGETS. i swear, they were all about 5'8 150, all of them. they were getting killed by the other team, because they couldn't do anything. it was 35-0 when i left at half time. these are with the crack 10 min whatever quarters they have. these quarters take 45 min apiece to play, it was fucked. they sucked. they can't play. they have no reason being on the field. it was like watch little kids play football, all running around chaotic, helmets and pads way to big for them, bouncing off people, falling over randomly, not covering people, running right into tacklers, forgetting to wrap up when tackling, it was just embarassing. the only thing more embarassing than the team was the cheerleaders. god damn, the worst bunch of sucks that ever did suck. they had no spirit. they did their moves and they looked bad because they weren't into it. one of the dance routines, they all fucked it up. they were all doing different things, and eventually they just stopped. on top of it, it was cheer appreciation day. it was fucked up, lol. high school kids are punks, at least the jocks and the jock wannabes. fuck them, they are all gone and moved into frats now. fuck frat guys. hate em.
weekend-
on to this weekend. i am sure you have heard about me and airs magical voyage. it was sheer hilarity. shrooms make for a night of fun no matter what you do. got back to pos around 9/9:30. ate mushrooms soon after. went to a party after that. party sucked, especially in our state. ran the fuck away and hid in the bushes in case dan chased us and tried to make us go back. i was so scared he was going to come and make us go back to that damn party. turned our run into a war. managed to drag our crazy asses to 20th. turned the opposite way to throw him off. victory. found the bridge over ravenna park. insanity. 3000 feet tall. colors everywhere. trippy goodness :) left po behind somehow. decided to go to campus. wandered around greek row for a while. followed skanks around. finally got paranoid and left. found tripat. oh god did we find tripat. called trav to prove we found tripat. reunited with po. met up with bp somehow. crazy penis statue is the center of everything our night stood for. the focal point of our power. wandered off again. went to bowling pin. ended up in a parking garage. found a beam that was about 5 feet tall. ran away. saw dude beating his dog. saw dog attacking dude. got scared, ran away. went to safeway. somehow managed to find gatorade. somehow managed to pay with creditcard. managed to sign reciept. saw fake cop more fucked up than us. ran away. saw dude with dog again, ran away. ended up in an alley. saw a roof in the ground. realized people were sleeping in it. ran away. went to lea and ashleys. built structure with the cone. wandered back to the bridge. saw monkeys everywhere. people walked past and made fun of us. wandered back to air and travs. wandered home.
there it is, the abreviated form...
everything else-
victoria's secret rules, peace out
you know what? i am a big fan of girls. that means girls my age you pervs. here is just another reason why. girls that jog. nothing beats jogging skank. i drive past green lake every once in a while for work. there are always attractive girls jogging down there. do you know what makes them so great? they are jogging to be seen. the fact that it slims and tones their ass and legs (both things i am a very big fan of) is only a side benefit to them. cute little jogging outfits rock. short little spandex jogging shorts ROCK. cute, sporty little ponytails = HOT. god, sometimes i just want to stop my car, get out, yell something glutteral and orgasmic, and then just fall over dead in the street. sometimes i wish i wasn't so lazy all summer. i would have spent a lot of time, laying back with my sunglasses on just people watching. i have realized something in the past few weeks. i am really content just sitting back and watching people. say i am at a party, and everyone is dressed up. it is always fun just watching how people interact, instead of actually talking to people. i just enjoy it. thats not to say i am opposed to talking to people, it is just that i usually won't go out of my way to initiate conversation. i guess this is because i am shy around new people, and i end up not talking to people anyways. am i just justifying the fact that i am shy to the point of antisocialness? is antisocialness a word???
work-
so, things on the work front. never trust contract labor. we contract labor from this group called EarthCorps. they never work that hard, and i don't blame them. they make about $6.00 an hour, and have to put up with psycho management. not only that, but half of them are international, trying to figure out how to live in the United States on $6.00 an hour. they end up doing the grunt labor for us, now that we are understaffed. it is great for us, in some ways, because the grunt labor usually sucks. lets take the park i am in charge of these days with one of my coworkers.we laid out all the plants for them to plant, and then went off and did other things, because we were super busy. we didn't really know what pace they were going at as compared to what pace they should be going at, so we just let it be. it wasn't apparent until we spent 2 hours one morning out with them planting. we zipped through this section very quickly, because we were there. we left them with 3 more sections to plant, in 6 hours. they finished about 1/3rd of one of these sections. i get out a few days later, and i am disappointed, but i figure something must have made it hard work. today, me and my coworker go out to try and finish it up, and we finish the rest of the section in an hour and a half. it turns out, they planted maybe 40 plants in those 6 hours. there are 6 of them. we go out there, and plant about 80 plants in an hour and a half. there were 2 of us. now we are stuck with a shitload more plants to plant, and no time to do it. it makes me wonder how much money we wasted hiring these people to do this, and how fast it could have been done if they were actually working the entire time. usually, i wouldn't be pissed. it is like, more power too them for slacking off and getting away with it. but in this case, it is just like a big fuck you, because you just made a shitload more work for me, and i am already busy as hell. it isn't like i get paid that much more than them anyways.
oh yeah, and it looks like i won't be getting my raise soon. people aren't even getting their annual raises these days. it is because we don't have "an official manager, so we are unable to make those decisions," according to what i hear from one of my other coworkers. i don't know how much my other coworkers make, but it is $20+ an hour. i am doing the same kind of work they are doing now to some degree, but i am still making the grunt labor wages. normally, this would be unacceptable. in the past, people have gotten raises right away for doing what i am doing, so i hear. then again, i don't have any college degree. it isn't like i expected to be making as much as them, but some sort of raise would have been nice just as a symbol that i am actually a full time, valued team member now, and i am taking on more responsibility. if no raise is in sight, i don't know if this job is worth the added stress it is giving me. it is only going to get worse.... so yeah, that kind of sucks....
high school-
early friday night, i went back to my parents house to go watch my sister perform at the Redmond High football game half time show. she is on the drill team. they actually did a really good job, i was impressed. that was all i was impressed with. the players.... ALL MIDGETS. i swear, they were all about 5'8 150, all of them. they were getting killed by the other team, because they couldn't do anything. it was 35-0 when i left at half time. these are with the crack 10 min whatever quarters they have. these quarters take 45 min apiece to play, it was fucked. they sucked. they can't play. they have no reason being on the field. it was like watch little kids play football, all running around chaotic, helmets and pads way to big for them, bouncing off people, falling over randomly, not covering people, running right into tacklers, forgetting to wrap up when tackling, it was just embarassing. the only thing more embarassing than the team was the cheerleaders. god damn, the worst bunch of sucks that ever did suck. they had no spirit. they did their moves and they looked bad because they weren't into it. one of the dance routines, they all fucked it up. they were all doing different things, and eventually they just stopped. on top of it, it was cheer appreciation day. it was fucked up, lol. high school kids are punks, at least the jocks and the jock wannabes. fuck them, they are all gone and moved into frats now. fuck frat guys. hate em.
weekend-
on to this weekend. i am sure you have heard about me and airs magical voyage. it was sheer hilarity. shrooms make for a night of fun no matter what you do. got back to pos around 9/9:30. ate mushrooms soon after. went to a party after that. party sucked, especially in our state. ran the fuck away and hid in the bushes in case dan chased us and tried to make us go back. i was so scared he was going to come and make us go back to that damn party. turned our run into a war. managed to drag our crazy asses to 20th. turned the opposite way to throw him off. victory. found the bridge over ravenna park. insanity. 3000 feet tall. colors everywhere. trippy goodness :) left po behind somehow. decided to go to campus. wandered around greek row for a while. followed skanks around. finally got paranoid and left. found tripat. oh god did we find tripat. called trav to prove we found tripat. reunited with po. met up with bp somehow. crazy penis statue is the center of everything our night stood for. the focal point of our power. wandered off again. went to bowling pin. ended up in a parking garage. found a beam that was about 5 feet tall. ran away. saw dude beating his dog. saw dog attacking dude. got scared, ran away. went to safeway. somehow managed to find gatorade. somehow managed to pay with creditcard. managed to sign reciept. saw fake cop more fucked up than us. ran away. saw dude with dog again, ran away. ended up in an alley. saw a roof in the ground. realized people were sleeping in it. ran away. went to lea and ashleys. built structure with the cone. wandered back to the bridge. saw monkeys everywhere. people walked past and made fun of us. wandered back to air and travs. wandered home.
there it is, the abreviated form...
everything else-
victoria's secret rules, peace out
