February 2011

The reason I use the self-checkout at CVS is to avoid the judgmental eyes of the salesclerks as I buy, uh, items of a personal nature.

So WHY IN THE HELL did the CVS self-checkout decide, today, that it needed to inform the staff that I was buying something “that could not be purchased at this time?” That it need to attract the attention of everyone in the store, especially Jannes, the man who looked at my purchase, looked at me – with so many questions in his eyes – before he swiped his magical manager key and let me buy my item.

I’m pretty sure I blushed so hard the temperature in the place went up about 5 degrees. Oh the shame. I can clearly never set foot in there again. Eeep.


What think you?

THINK Coffee has the best brew in the Union Square area, where I work.  The coffee is really excellent, and the grilled cheese with tomato and pesto is the kind of warm, gooey sandwich you dream about.

However, their staff is such a bunch of glum, hipster douchebags that I’m seriously considering never going back. They roll your eyes when they take your order, and never smile or say anything remotely kind – I guess smiling doesn’t go with the eighty dollar poncho they got at Urban Outfitters.

This is really lame. I like the coffee. I like the food. It’s right near my work. But the customer service and atmosphere is so unwelcoming, I kind of wish they delivered.

Oh good God. I love grilled cheese so much.

I’ve got a few things on my mind tonight, and as I’m pulling yet another double shift tomorrow, I’m going to lay these down now, because I admittedly might miss our appointment.

This week has been absolutely bonkers for me, and it’s only going to speed up in the next 72 hours. I’ve been working very long days, with 6am starts, leading to double shifts, with lots of hauling stuff around and making up for the slack of one particular co-worker.  I come home, do some writing, make some food, catch the news to make sure nothing cataclysmic has gone down, and hit the sack.

My mind has been even more active. I’m trying to take it easy and live in the moment, but my mind keeps wandering to the future…where I’m going, why I’m going there, who’s coming with me, that sort of thing. I keep going, round and round, and excited and scared and then I’m even more exhausted than I was to begin with. So I take a pause. Live in the moment. Enjoy the ups. Roll off the downs. Hope the ones you like (and the new one you have a huge crush on) want to come with on the journey. That’s all I can do. All I can say to myself. It’s a bit unwieldy and wordy for a tattoo, but the feeling of wanting to keep it with me isn’t waning. I mean, it’s not as awesome as this tat, but what could be?

(I sort of wish this was me, but I’m also happy it’s not)

Despite the fact that the daughter is THE WORST AND MOST ANNOYING character ever created.



Today, the mayor of NYC is expected to sign into law a bill that will prohibit smoking in public parks, pedestrian plazas,  and beaches.

And even as a non-smoker (or really, someone who only picks up a cigarette after an abysmally stressful day) I think this kind of sucks. Because as much as I think it’ll be good to have fewer cigarette butts in public locales, it’s still in my opinion an over-policing of how New Yorkers live their lives.

Some argue that it will cut down dramatically on secondhand smoke inhalation. But if that’s such a concern, I’d recommend moving out of the city altogether, seeing as street grit, bus exhaust, and general smog have probably done more to take time off your life than the waft from a cigarette ever would. This is a free country. If smokers, who are now VERY well educated on the consequences of their choice, want to smoke, let them. I’m so sick of those people who huffily move out of the way of someone who is quietly smoking, and not exhaling in their face. It’s just so damn self-righteous. Allergies are one thing, but maybe you stink too. Can we police body odor? Bad choices of perfume? I’m just not sure where it stops.

My blood pressure is rising just thinking about it! Maybe I want a…..nah, just kidding. I’m not worked up at all.

This is the real cry of the zombie, not that old cliche “braaaaaaiiiinnns!’

I’m super sleepy. Mostly due to a brilliant weekend which included:

*Hosting board game night with friends at mine

*Attending the birthday party of 3 good friends

*Hanging out til 1am Sunday, watching the awfulness that was the movie 2012.

Then I had to wake up at 5am and go to work for the store changeover, where we basically do manual labor all day. I worked about 13 hours, with a break to have a cupcake and girl talk with Meghan. Which was SO needed.

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