Senior citizens of the world, SMILE! :)

It was Senior's day today at Shopper's Drug Mart. I couldn't have picked a worst time to go in and do a reline.

Now I have nothing against old people. In fact, the brightest my day has ever been made in the past was made by a sweet old lady that I talked with for 30 minutes at my old cheese job. She was brimming with life and full of joy and had so much nice things to say. Of course, the shittest my day has ever been made was also made by an old person.

There are two types of old people: the overly positive ones and the overly negative ones. The latter is so much more abundant in the world, sadly. But who can blame them? Punk kids like me make them frown, after all. The least they can do is add to the negativity of life by saying a couple of things so that they can get five seconds of jollies.

I always try to keep my work area clean. I don't mean to keep things a mess so that the aisle is unwalkable, because I also have to walk around to work properly. But sometimes I can't help when a couple of boxes are scattered about, trays are all over the floor, and garbage here and there. I'm only one person doing this big messy job, but customers, of course, suck.

I worked alone today, so it as hard enough scattering around trying to manage everything at the same time. I don't know why some people insist on walking through an aisle that's obviously unwalkable... ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'RE PUSHING A FREAKIN SHOPPING CART. Bumping into things, knocking over boxes, making my life all sucky and all...

Out of the corner of my eye today in the middle of my shift, I saw an old lady with a walker walk in the store. She walked extremely slow. Seriously, a snail is faster. OK, maybe not. In my head, I was thinking, "please please please please please, don't walk through my aisle. PLEASSEE." Of course, what happens? SHE WALKS THROUGH MY AISLE. I stopped working because I really can't do anything with customer interference, especially someone as frail and fragile as her. I was afraid that the wind from my walking around would knock her over. She makes her way down my aisle ever so slowly, not turning to look at any products. Why the hell did you walk down my aisle if you're not shopping in it?? LOGICAL HUMANS. The whole time i was hoping really hard that she doesn't slip on anything I had laying on the ground because I really wouldn't want to deal with that. As she neared the end of the aisle, she turned around, looked on the floor, looked at me, and said, "you know, someone can slip on that."

OMIGOD!! NO WAII!!!

"Oh, okay." I said without looking at her, in such a tone that my absolute disdain for her showed in the icy coldness of my entire tone and presentation and all. LOGIC.

Another thing about you cynical old people (not to you happy ones. ur cool n stuff.). SMILE. You walk around like it's the end of the world or something, your frown brings forth more wrinkles in your already wrinkled face.

Don't walk through my aisle if you're not gonna shop and stuff, then step all over the products and think it's my fault. Fuck that, the customer's never always right.

Work WTF #35

Today during a reline at Shoppers Drug Mart, me and Howard were sitting on the floor working on the bottom row of the shelf. Sitting cross legged is the most comfortable position you can be when you're working that low. I can't be on my knees cause I have bad knees, and I can't squat cause I'm not mainland Chinese. So i sit cross legged, and mind you, I'm a big guy so when I'm sitting cross legged, it's like a big stationary roadblock in the aisle.

Some old man comes up to us while we're working the floor and says, "do you work here?"

Howard replies, "sorry, we don't work for Shoppers."

He scolds back, "well then you shouldn't be in the way!" And he walks off, head held high, his pride obviously bursting through the seams.




hey how 'bout YOU f off and die.

Robbed

I left my gym bag in front of the locker with an unopened bottle of water on top of it as I went to take a leak. I came back and the bottle of water was gone.

Who steals water?!

Never seen this before...

A bottle of Polar ice vodka in the trash can in the locker room... that's a new one.

Ran a Marathon yesterday...

We had a huge winter storm yesterday, one that closed all schools and universities and stuff. I suppose mostly everybody was stuck at home. The high school kids were supposed to have their turn-around day, but i guess not, so they weren't missing anything big anyways. Probably all play for them. Us university people had midterms to study for and stuff. I saw msn names saying that the day was a hardcore study day. I myself had some time consuming assignment to get done, plus an exam for a class I haven't been to since November to study for.

I woke up Friday morning with the following quote in my head: "aren't you a little fat to be a stormtrooper?" "fine. stay here, you stuck up bitch."

The hilarity of the family guy star wars parody crossed my mind first thing in the morning, and I decided that I'd like to watch it again. So that's what I did. I popped in Blue Harvest (and by popping in, I mean double clicking the video file on my computer) and watching it.

After getting a dose of parody Star Wars, I decided that I wanted to watch the real Star Wars, so I popped in A New Hope (and by popping in, I mean double clicking the video file on my computer) and initially hoped to just watch the cool battle scenes, but eventually I just happened to settle in and watch the whole thing of episode IV.

Then following that, naturally you'd want to keep going on, so I watched Empire Strikes Back followed by Return of the Jedi, of course popping both in if you know what I mean by now.

Then I decided to experience Star Wars in its entirety, so I popped in Phantom Menace, then Attack of the Clones, and finally Revenge of the Sith. Then it was nighttime and bedtime.

Somehow I managed to enjoy both Star Wars trilogies in a whole day. That was my snow day.

lol owned

I was at the gym today. It was chest and biceps day. I went to the bench to press.

Now usually I'm almost never judgmental when it comes to the gym; people that do not lift as much and stuff, well everyone has to start somewhere. I was once that person starting with nothing at all on the bar, and am appreciative of the fact that I go to a pretty friendly gym, unlike stories of cockier gyms out there.

But this time, these two teens caught my eye. They were rather scrawny, probably Woodlands students working out on their lunch period. They were on the bench beside me, and had tens on each side of the bar. As I was lifting, out of my peripheral I noticed that the guy was going up and down seriously fast. Trying not to be distracted, I finished my set and sat back up, at the same time sort of looking to see what they were up to next.

They took the tens off and immediately loaded up the 45s. I sort of saw where this was going, but didn't really think it would go there because I've never seen it happen before. Wanting to go onto my next set yet thinking I shouldn't in case of the rather strong distraction that it would be, I waited for them to start their set, see what happens.

The guy, same guy who mowed through the ten-pounds rapidly, went back on the bench. His friend was just standing there from afar, not even in a ready position. The guy then lifted the bar. It sunk right down to his chest like an anchor at sea. Some other guy working the incline bench and I went to lift the bar off. The two teens i never saw again that day.

Good thing I had Ray when I started =D

Ego boost #5

In my jazz percussion course, my instructor Dave Gray started throwing different styles at me, such as salsa and bossa nova rhythms. Just like jazz drumming, the focus of the ostinatos are shifted to patterns made by the bass drum, hi-hats, and ride, while the snare forms the feel. I had a week to try to get the bossa nova down, but it was rather difficult, but i know from experience that practice makes perfect so I practiced, sitting there in front of the tv, drumming like a drone while watching my shows every night, and waiving off the discouragements every time I stumble. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough to somehow have me nail it perfectly once I sat down on the throne in class.

Mr. Gray said to me, "you're the only one of my students that got it down so fast. You're coming along quickly."

Ego boost.

People suck, but love them anyway.

There are quite a few idiots out there that aren't at all worth a damn, but that's the thing, because I've noticed them and acknowledged them right now at this very moment in time, they are making worth of that damn.

Damn.

I was thinking of really starting the new year in love and humility for humanity and really be a shining beacon and light of the world and salt and pepper and all that jazz, but in not even a month into it, I've seen ricockulous amounts of jackassness in people that makes it extremely difficult to carry out my new years revolution. Even the little things, the really little things, like for example the other day in a parking lot just seeing someone leave her shopping cart right in the middle of a freaking parking spot instead of returning it to the shopping cart garage which was right across from her, made me want to confront her in an utmost violent way.

Sinning against others or sinning against nature is one thing, but sinning against me makes it personal and even more difficult to have to turn that other cheek. Today I was sipping my morning coffee in my car waiting for the GO bus to come. It was a cold day so the heat of the coffee steamed up my windows, but I could still see outside a little bit. Then a RAV4 pulls up beside me. It was rather dirty and old just like the woman inside. She opens her door, slamming it hard against my car. Believe me, it was pretty loud, even for a drummer like me. She ignores it and walks away. At that point I was turning my cheek, convincing myself that it was an honest mistake. Three minutes later she comes back holding a Starbucks coffee. She opens her car door, this time hitting my car with twice as much force; I would know because I'm a musician and thus can tell dynamics. I am literally gawking at her like a hawk. She doesn't even look twice to make sure anything was alright. She leaves and at that point I'm sitting there shocked at the assholery of this bitch. Of course, a more violent and satisfying scenario was running through my head.

Trying to understand what Jesus would do in those situations too is especially hard, considering how ridiculous some of these situations are. Looks like wearing love on my sleeve isn't going to happen, at least anytime soon for that matter.