Wednesday, March 12, 2008

hello welcome back (Explicit)

Riding the bus home, I walk to the back where are a few open seats. The thought crosses my mind that people have no clue who you are or what your about until you show them something. As I space out, letting my mind wander, a voice on the wind chimes through.

"I don't give a fuck about what you think of me. Mother Fucker sitting over there. Yeah, you heard me. Who the fuck do you think you are. Scared to look at me. Yeah, well fuck you. I don't care about what you think. Yeah." 

A random guy is staring me down from two seats over. Barely audible, but with an unwavering voice, he sits provoking me, waiting for me to make a move. A confrontation is the last thing I want right now. I don't give a fuck who you are or what you think of me. I have my own problems to deal with. I am moving out of my place because it's a hostile environment, and I can save money. Don't put your shit on me. Yeah. So you think you're big, you think you're tough. Well so am I. You're not the boss of me Mother Fucker. And I'm not about to let your jerkass get to me. Peace of mind. Discipline. Composure. Breathe. Really? Welcome back to reality.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

SomeOne I Don't Know Already Hates Me.

Damn what a Hellish day. To see so many sides of the story all at once. Miss Communication can be such a bitch. It doesn't matter your motivation, but the delivery and reception of your message brings to light the principles of all at play. She interjects her own individual translations into everything that is said, causing disparate ideas to come crashing together in dramatic fashion. Unfortunately, the subject is still too painful and personal to post here--those of you who know, already know what I'm writing about. For those of you who are set in their beliefs and ways, I hope you can look at a face and see humanity in it. I hope you refuse to learn, to tolerate and to practice hate; because Karma will finish what Miss Communication starts. What will you do next time you walk into a room of strangers who hate you because you don't fit their definitions--because you are different?

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Caff heads anonymous

Can I survive another day at Starbucks? God. 
Back in December, I quit working the Loring Pasta Bar in Minneapolis so I could dedicate my time to travel. Ha! What a joke.  After a 1600 mile road trip over Christmas and New Years, I started my job search the last week of January. Was it fear of change or simply the need to unwind after a break up followed by four months of soul-sucking customer service?
Getting back into the grind the day after MLK day rudely jolted me back into reality. All those tired, eager smiles, just waiting for me to finish the transaction so they could finally get their desperately needed stimulant fix. Ok, here's your bloody latte. Every time Starbucks makes the news-whether it be to introduce a one dollar coffee, announce the layoff of six hundred employees, or to swindle some free advertisement about a three hour closure for training- I get accosted five hundred times daily with the question of how it affects me. 
Are people so individualistic that they completely ignore the person standing in line, one foot in front of them, and ask the same pointless question to the heel trapped behind the counter? I try not to bring my personal problems to the job, but my problem is my job. Simply explaining the difference between a corporation and a franchise never satisfies the average university student/employee. So I leave it there and let them have it, both barrels. No, I didn't have to stay late at the job I hate, because I am the model of legendary service. By the way, did you know you are only the 369th person to ask me that exact question today? Print the receipt, we're all set here. Thank you have a nice day. I end all my venomous comments with, thank you have a nice day.
WOW, your lunch looks delicious. I have been working since seven without so much as a restroom break. Where did you buy it? The Campus Club? I was so angry when they took a whole floor of the student union for a crummy two and a half star restaurant at which you have to be  a member to eat. It's not for students. Not that expensive? What do you you call $10,000 of tuition? Sounds like a membership fee to me. Enjoy your lunch. Thank you have a nice day.
I see so many tired, nervous, sometimes way to amped up regulars. They all want the Starbucks Guy to memorize their exact twenty-word custom drink order. Well, I sell about seven hundred drinks a day, you can't even remember one guy's- who you see every day- name. So can you please tell me how you want your fix? Thank you have a nice day.
 I landed a job in Seoul, South Korea. I cannot wait to go. Some of my Korean friends told me to expect delays in the visa process. So far, the only frustrating snag has been a delay in the reference process, however that has been resolved. I have been working on the language and sharpening my skills with a few exchange doctors. So close. Then the fun will begin. Peace and Love--I'm out.

Monday, December 3, 2007

Crazy Time

Holy COW! I have graduated and worked a few jobs. Time to hit the road. I am so excited to begin a career as an english teahcer. woo hoo. wish me luck.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

First Post

This is my first post! I hope to make comments in general, reflections on my life and the world, journal my life, review books, etc.