Quick Things

So it's 330 and I'm awake doing sudoku puzzles, because that's become my new occupation (I also just got writer's block for the first time ever which is shocking because 1) this is completely free form and off the top of my head, so it's not like I'm limited to certain subjects and 2) I had somewhat of a plan before deciding to write this. So yea, either an inexplicable case of writer's block or Road Trip is distracting me). Anyway, once again I'm going to make a valiant attempt to write shorter, more focused posts, in the attempt to get stuff up here more often (since while in China, I assume I'll be writing frequently since I won't have friends or, you know, any acquaintances within a two hour plane ride). So the posts are going to be called Quick Things, because I'm clever like that and giving it a name may inspire me to post more often. So anyway, this is just some random shit from the past few weeks that is too short to warrant its own topic, but relevant/interesting enough that people may want to read about it.

I'm back on the Pike this summer, which is awesome. I was really worried that I was going to have to get a real job this summer, which would've blown. I spent a decent amount of time on Craig's List before the LSAT in an effort to 1) procrastinate and 2) look at my prospects for being employed (i.e. paid) for a few months (by the by, I'm all about the numbered lists right now, expect more). With all that time spent, I can honestly say, most of the jobs look like shit. I should applaud all of my friends for finding decent employment cuz it really sucks out there. I was resigned to a summer spent as a freaking secretary as an alternative to the Pike. There was one enticing prospect as a personal assistant to a mom. It involved driving her kids from Newton to Tennis/Golf Camp in Wayland and being relatable to teens. I know about the High School Musicals and the Jones Brothers and all the hip things the kids are into these days. I think I could've done that. Anyway the whole point of this long-winded intro (so much for that whole focused posting thing...) is to give a few stories from the road...

Since the tolls went up a quarter in January, they had to shift our bank (the bank is the $250 they give us to start the shift to make change and we repay back at some point) and start giving us dimes. Dimes suck. They're small, difficult to pick up (even for someone with girl hands, like me), and are a pain in the ass in general. I'm willing to hand them out and whatever, but I try and dump them when I can (like $1s. Lord help you if you pay with a $20 or more in my booth. You will reap what you have sown jackass). Anyway, my first day back one of the vets came in to give me my break and started complaining, as he is wont (and notorious) to do. We got on the subject of patrons (I hate calling them that. I call them customers and get made fun of by a certain person from Georgia for that- that's a test to see if people read this) and he started complaining about dimes. Anyway, he won't crack open nay of his rolls of dimes (i'm sorry I need to interrupt this right now. As I mentioned earlier, I'm watching Road Trip. The lead character is saved because the girl he boned calls in a fake bomb threat. Now I'm not sure when this movie was made but I get the feeling in the post 9/11 that shit won't fly. I should also note here I'm not p.c. I got hit with a slipper by my mom the other day because I called a guy a pussy for being proud of his wife doing something. Whatever, he was asking for it.). Back to the dimes. He won't crack them open because he hates them that much. He also complained about people giving him dimes, specifically noting that only certain people paid with them. Normally, I wouldn't waste about 1000 words on something so non-descript, however, I believe the direct quote was "Only the fucking gooks give you the dimes". Yea, I got nothing to follow that one up, just wanted it out there.

So yesterday (though I guess now technically two days ago since it's now 4am...) we had a little severe thunderstorm. On my drive in to work, I saw some lightning, and didn't really think twice since I knew it was supposed to rain. Anyway, the storm wound up going right over the interchange (Sorry, I switched over to Gladiator and this movie is fucking badass. I want that on the record. Feifizzle has good taste in Russell Crowe. Also, I just realized this is the end. Second time tonight I've missed a good movie (Billy Madison is the other). Anyway, the storm wound up going right over the interchange, and as I was about to go out to my lane, the power went out, which has never happened while I was there, and the regulars said they'd never seen that also. We're supposed to have a generator, but it did not kick in, so the power stayed out. At this point. the rain was porung down. I mean fucking sheets of water. So even with the power out, another seasonal and I wanted to walk through the tunnel to our lanes. Yea, it was pitch black down there, but we had cell phones to light the way and walking through the dark beat being soaked. However, that option was taken away from us. It was deemed to be "unsafe" and an "oocupational hazard" (my words, not boss man's, but I'm paraphrasing). Therefore, we were told to walk across the lanes which didn't fly because 1) have I mentioned the fucking pouring rain? and 2) I haven't had a safety vest since someone took it Father's Day last year (I remember the day, the booth I worked in, and when I realized it was gone, yet I can't remember to eat dinner some nights--- though that's also a laziness thing...). So we were forced to walk across the lanes and get soaked in the process. If that wasn't enough, just as I got to my lane. There was a lightning bolt that struck something closeby. I legitimately jumped when I saw it and heard the crack, and I like thunderstorms. So yea, longwinded way of saying I'm as pussy.

Right now I'm home alone which is always entertaining. I won't clean anything up until the parents come home. I don't necessaruily leave messes, per se, just a crapload of clutter... and beer bottles. As I referenced above, I've been too lazy to eat dinner lately, or much of anything, which has led to 330am dinners and crappy ramen. Anyway, the real story here is that I attempted to participate in a Beer Olympics last night with a friend. We set up a table in the garage, for an outdoorsy feel, and have some tunes playing (BANG... CAMARO!). Now, I didn't think we were too loud. Apparently, a neighnor disagreed and called the cops. The more I think about it, the more incredulous/indignant I am. Seriously, the cops? I'll admit I was intoxicated, but it was just the two of us, and I turned down the music after 1 to make sure we weren't being too obnoxious. The cop didn't even believe he was at the right address, asking twice to make sure he was at the right house. Anyway, I diffused the situation after he pointed out it was 2am, which I didn't originally believe (did I mention the store near me sells 20 bottles of Busch for $10...) and we went along our merry way to some late night dumplings. And that, my friends is my encounter with the cops this week. In the next Quick Things I'll relate my T ride home after the Celts parade (my intense hatred of Kobe is personified by 'NO MEANS NO!' being my favorite new chant...)

Anyway, I'm done for now, thanks for sticking in there for this whole thing. I'll try and do a China story sometime this week