Big city dreams for a small-city boy

{I hope your phone doesn't give you a tumor, have a nice day}
24 May 2003 @ 4:38 PM

BGM: "Answer the Phone" by Sugar Ray
Wanting: for jerks like these to die
Wearing:

I'm having a mood again. I worked today from 2:00 to 4:00 (overtime) and I had such a horrendous time. When my normal eight-hour shifts aren't nearly as bad as the one I worked today. It's not only what happened today, it's what happens on a regular basis. My job sucks. Plain and simple. I'm not going to quit it anytime soon, but I just have to say that it really sucks. Here's some of the things that I have to deal with:

Dumb jerks that insist on a listing being published then when I don't tell them what I want to hear, just hang up on me without anything further. It's like, be cordial you asshole, if you're not going to treat a human being (I would say "fellow human being," but that's giving them too much credit) with respect, then you shouldn't be allowed contact with another. Besides, it's not my fault the phone number isn't listed, so get off my ass!

Other dumb people that for the life of them can't figure out just what the hell I mean when I (or the prompt) say "City and state, please."

There's a variation on the above. Once said dumb person does give me their locality, I'm supposed to follow up by asking, "How can I help you in (city and state)?" Well, some people will start to tell me what listing they're looking for, then will cut themselves off and go, "Huh?" As if I had asked them what the meaning of life was.

People who upon me not being able to find such a listing for them, ask "Am I still going to be charged for this?" Um, I hate to break it to you, you penny-pinching jerk, but yeah, I performed a search for you and did not find anything. When you call 411, you pay for us to search for a number for you, not to connect you. The connection is supposed to be a little added gift from us. Again, it's not my fault that that's the way it is. DEAL WITH IT.

Another variation on the above. When I exhausted all my search methods (or even sooner than that if I got an impatient butt-face on the line) and the person asks, "Give me your supervisor." I've been at this job (and a similar job) for about two years already and you belittle my experience in this field by not taking my word for it when I tell you that there is no such thing as Village Nails in Old Bridge, New Jersey.

Then there's the poor, possibly-beaten blubbering woman who wants the police department to possibly call in her redneck boyfriend and have them chase him down COPS-style. I personally have nothing against these callers, but I just hate having to hear them try to stop sobbing enough for them to tell me what they want. In addition, being the emotional sponge that I am, I can't help tearing up when they're on the phone with me.

That's about all of them. Then there are of course the crank callers who want such numbers as Batman in New York (or Gotham City, as it's nicknamed), J. Lo in the Bronx or Hollywood or Justin Timberlake. Honestly, I don't mind these, they're actually kinda fun. I have a good laugh and tell them that they're not published. But, if I get some eight-year-old talking like some wannabe homey, saying nothing but cussing me out, I will connect his toiled-mouthed ass to his city's police department (without telling him of course) and have them deal with him.

Sigh... I'm better. I just have to rant every now and then to keep myself from killing the first person that I see. Work's great, I love the money. I just have to check myself every now and then to make sure that I don't take anything too personal.

~A

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{Brother's graduation}
24 May 2003 @ 1:08 PM

BGM: "Time of Your Life (Good Riddance)" by Green Day
Wanting: for things to have been different in high school
Wearing:

So I went to my brother's graduation last night back at good ol' (ghettofied) SHS. It was totally weird being back, it's like though I never really think about it, I actually really missed being there.

But I'll save that for a little later, first I'll regale about the events leading up to the graduation ceremony...

As per usual, I had boneheadedly committed myself to do two things at the same time without being aware of the other. Last week, I had gotten roped into to doing a two-hour shift coverage for someone who was going to Phoenix to her brother's graduation. I told her that I could do it, at least from five to seven (knowing full-well that my own brother's graduation was that same night, I just thought it was later in the evening). Well, I only get the confirmation of the graduation time the day before (Thursday) and I find out that yes indeed, it does start at 7:00. Great.

Nothing at all important happened at work, so I'll cut to the chase (which isn't too far from the truth)...

I had invited Matt to come with me, but he didn't seem to be on top of things and didn't really seem into it, so I decided to let him off the hook and just go by myself (it is a blood-family thing after all). Anyway, come seven, I'm out the door, I make a break for it, and zoom down Kolb Rd. to Valencia going nearly 70mph. All the while, giving my phone some heavy use. Mom calls me and asks me how I'm doing and if I'm at the ceremony yet. I tell her no, not yet and keep going. While I'm doing this, Fox and my cousin from Nogales are calling me. It was really stressful, but I still managed to please all parties in the end.

As I got there, I found that parking would be a treacherous feat. So I decided that I don't have time for it and instead I decided to take my chances and park in an empty desert lot a small distance away from the school. Once I did the whole cross sign to my car in hopes that it wouldn't get stolen, I ran as fast as I could. Mom was supposed to be calling me back at 7:00 so that she could speak with the rest of the family (most of the family being on my dad's side) and possibly my brother.

Once I arrived, the family and I went over to the visitor's bleachers on the football field and partook in the ceremony. As the names were being read (in no kind of order whatsoever), I thought to myself, besides a Caucasian name thrown in here and there, it sounded like the guy reading off the names was reading a Mexican phonebook.

When that finally finished, the family and I tried to go meet my brother on the football field. Unfortunately, the only exit on the visitors side of the field was congested and not moving, so I had to wave my brother over and the family gave him their congratulations through the fence.

Once we found the rest of the family (my Grandma and Uncle Richard, from my mom's side), we took some pictures, hugged and chatted for a bit and then we dispersed. And that was that.

It was a great evening. I actually saw some people from my graduating class there and saw a teacher or two that didn't really recognize me, but whatever. A part of me really missed being there and that same part was like, "why didn't you do any better when you started out here seven years ago? You know it would've been more enjoyable and you wouldn't be carrying around half of the regrets that you are now."

So yes, I have regrets. And I don't know who said it, but the line goes something like, "A man is never truly old until the day that regrets take the place of his dreams." So does that mean that I'm old?

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~A

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{A more fitting Buffy tribute}
22 May 2003 @ 8:58 PM

BGM: "Where Do We Go From Here" by BTVS cast (from "Once More With Feeling")
Wanting: BUFFY!
Wearing:

I thought I could move on. I mean, it was just a show right? Wrong. Little did I realize that Joss Whedon's humble little show about a blonde, big-bad-butt-kickin' teenager (Buffy the Vampire Slayer to all 1% of the population who doesn't know what I'm referencing) could have taken me so. I mean if this was a mathematical equation (ecch), I would have only seen about 30-50% of the entire series. But, still I feel like there's a part of me that can't; or won't be replaced by the absence of the show.

I went to Buffy, Thank You and was moved to tears by fans out there like me that are dedicated and that seem to have a yearning for the show. I also checked out a fellow Buffy fan's diary to see what her thoughts on the show's end were and again, I felt like I had lost someone dear to me.

This show wasn't just about Buffy or vampires or even about cool, catchy lines. No, it was far more than that, it was a visual tome on our society and the complexities of humans and the very tough and real issues that we have to deal with. I think that people also didn't give the show too much credit because it did have a layer of light-heartedness that made some people not take it for what it was. Underneath the whole good vs. evil pretense, there lie stories of maturity, of death, of love and of identity. I honestly think that I found myself discovering more about myself in the two entire seasons that I saw than at almost any other point in my life.

I guess I'm going to miss it most because it provided a sense of continuity that I can look forward to the most. Granted, it was funny, it was moving, it was everything that we can ask from a television show, and more. But I will miss it most because it was a repetition that I looked forward to.

So, to whomever reads this, I would just like to extend my thanks to the wonderful actors Sarah Michelle Gellar, Alyson Hannigan, Nicholas Brendan, David Boreanaz, Anthony Stewart Head, James Marsters, Eliza Dushku, Emma Caufield, Michelle Trachtenberg, Tom Lenk and everyone else who breathed life into the show. I would also like to thank Joss Whedon, Fran Kuzui, Marti Noxon and everyone who gave these wonderful and talented actors a vehicle to win over our hearts.

I love you all and I hope that your post-Buffy ventures will be just as successful. Thank you for seven wonderous years.

I end this entry with a couple of the most memorable and moving lines ever spoken on the show:

I love you. I will always love you. But this is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles... tell Giles I figured it out. And, and I'm okay. And give my love to my friends. You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world, is living in it. Be brave. Live for me.
-Buffy (Sarah Michelle Gellar) to Dawn (Michelle Trachtenberg) in the final episode of season six The Gift

and...

We don't know how to fight it. We don't know when it'll come. Can't run, can't hide... can't pretend it's not the end 'cause it is. Something has always been there to try and destroy the world. We've beaten them back, but we're not dealing with them anymore. We're dealing with the reason they exist. Evil. The strongest. The First. I'm beyond tired. I'm beyond scared. I'm standing on the mouth of Hell and it's going to swallow me whole. And it'll choke on me. We're not ready? THEY'RE not ready. They think we're going to wait, like we always do, for the end to come but I'm done waiting. They want an apocalypse? We'll give 'em one. Anyone else who wants to run do it now, because we just became an army. We just declared war. From now on we won't just face our worst fears; we will seek them out. We will find them and cut out their hearts, one by one, until The First shows itself for what it is. And I will kill it myself. there's only one thing on this earth more powerful than evil. And that's us. Any questions?
-Buffy (Sarah Michelle Gellar) to the Junior Misses in season seven episode Bring on the Night.

~A

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{The end of a classic, the beginning of something else, and the resolution of the past}
21 May 2003 @ 10:28 PM

BGM: "Goodbye to You" by Michelle Branch
Wanting: Buffy back!
Wearing:

**WARNING CONTAINS FINAL EPISODE SPOILERS**

Last night was the end of an era. The book has closed, everyone has been laid to rest. Those that remain are left scattered to the wind. I refer to the great show of our generation that was Buffy The Vampire Slayer.

I, along with Fox, Gloria and Matt in attendance, saw the last three episodes of the show at Fox's apartment last night (I had missed the two previous to this one). And we all basked in the glow of our favorite charactes for one more night (especially Andrew).

When the final episode came, I could've cried my eyes out. The heroic ways that Spike and Anya sacrified themselves was so very touching. Though - and not that I'm complaining - I think it would've been more poignant if Andrew would've died instead, but I guess that Emma Caufield (Anya) wanted to make sure that there would be no way that her character would be able to come back.

Later on, our crew headed over to IHOP for some late-night munchies and discussion. It would seem that there would be some problems, as Miranda and Alison were also there with part of the Rocky cast. Given Fox's rocky (no pun intended) break up with both Randix and the cast, it would seem that things could escalate to either awkward, weird or blood-bath.

Nevertheless, we had a lengthy night of laughing at things ranging from Chicago and perverting the word "fibonacci (as in the mathematical number pattern sequence)." As the night progressed, both parties (us and Miranda's) actually did really well in avoiding each other. I was happy to see that we can coexist in the same building without resorting to nuclear force.

Once I figured that we exahusted our perverse humor (and scared some of the waitstaff), I decided that we should just pay for our stuff and call it a (weird) night. By some astronomical coincidence, as we were getting up to pay, Miranda and her group decide to do so too. So we end up at the register at the lobby, waiting to get our meals paid for and Fox and Miranda stand at a breath's distance from each other.

This could get ugly, I thought. But then something far weirder than that transpired. As we had finished paying, Fox calls out to Miranda,:"I like your hair (it's a very bright red color), I can't believe your mom actually let you color it that." To which she said, "thanks, actually she loves it." Now, Gloria has no idea what this is all about, but Matt and Alison are outside trying to avoid a potential fray. Its only then that another miraculous occurrance er, um... occurred, Fox asked Miranda for a hug and then kissed her on the hand! Ali's, Matt's and my collective jaws dropped at the sight of that. I bemoaned my luck of not having my camera with me. I mean, it's like all the stuff that happened back in November had been resolved. Though, I'm not going to read too much into this, but I'd like to think that two of my best friends have decided that they are better people that to hold grudges and decided to bury that hatchet. Nothing more, nothing less.

I'll miss Spike.
I hope Xander gets better.
Willow deserves a good life.
Rest in Peace Anya.
Goodbye Andrew
Thank you Buffy

~A

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{Ohio and rejects}
20 May 2003 @ 7:34 PM

BGM: "The Last Song" by The All-American Rejects
Wanting: to meet Ohio boy
Wearing:

Hehe... I have a new friend in Ohio. Apparently, he found me through my old Geocities site and took a chance by emailing me. That's pretty cool. He must've read my bio and found out that we have a lot of similarites to us. I think that's really cool that there's another person out there that likes that same things that I do (aside from Jono of course). I'm really excited about this potential new person to click with. I hope that it lasts. *Knocks on wood*

Right now I'm listening to "The Last Song" by the All-American Rejects. I just love this song. It's so sad, they sound almost like a more rocking version of Coldplay. And any rock band that can add a string (violins and such) instrumental part is more than alright by me.

I should go, I have to get over to Fox's house so that I can catch the last episodes of Buffy marathon!

~A

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{Spammed G-book}
20 May 2003 @ 7:21 AM

BGM: "Minority" by Green Day
Wanting: I dunno
Wearing:

According to my buddy list, It's only been a day since I last updated, so I don't feel negligent at all...

Anyway, these past few days have been really mix-ed. I've been working my cute little ass off like I've never been before (sing it Donna Summer!) and I'm still signing up for some more overtime. I mean, it's there right? If they're willing to pay me time and a half for hours that I wouldn't normally be able to have, then by all means I say take it. Unfortunately, this means working on my days off, but whatever, I'll be relishing in the efforts of saying "City and state, please" five trillion times come this next paycheck.

And it would seem that I got a spam entry on my guestbook. Now, I don't know who this Olga P person it, but I don't recall wanting to know about how to cheat a casino or whatever. Other than some random people who will sign my book only with the default line I have on the message area as text, this is my first spam ever! *Throws confetti warily*

PS: I've been in such a Green Day kick as of late. Ever since I saw their half an hour video block on Much Music (now FUSE), I've been like, "Oh my God, I remember them, and they're STILL cool!" So yeah, I'm definitely going to have to get their greatest hits album to quell my obsession.

~A

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{Dee's graduation and fried hair}
19 May 2003 @ 2:54 AM

BGM: "Macy's Day Parade" by Green Day
Wanting: for there to be more parties like this and like we used to have
Wearing:

Dee's graduation party was nice. I had an uncommonly good time. I actually drank a bit and according to Jason (a friend of ours and Matt's former roommate believe it or not), I seemed kinda out of it for some of the night.

After posting my last entry, Matt and his mom got back from going to K-Mart to get some new clippers. Well, they decided to be all Santa Claus-y and they got me a hair straightening iron. I was very, very delighted by that.

Anyway, after that, we left for Dee's party. We arrived at about 9:30-ish in typical Matt and Aaron late fashion. Inside we met Dee's parents from New Jersey and Marc's (who had to be called Amanda around his family) from Tennessee.

Ruben was in charge of mixing drinks. He made a blender full of piña colada. Now, Ruben isn't the most ensobered person in the world, so I was a little surprised that he actually was able to cut the alcohol short on the drinks.

We sat around the table and talked. Aside from the previously mentioned people, the other attendants at the party were Adam, Shaunda and Marc and Dee's friend Chris (who is so incredibly annoying), we would later be joined by Jason and his boyfriend Iram.

I don't know what if it was the alcohol (I'm an über-doober lightweight), but I was being especially bitchy - in a fun Will and Grace kinda way (only with more adult language) - especially towards Ruben. Whenever I do get that way (which almost NEVER happens when I'm sober), I never intend it to be malicious or to hurt people, so I hope that Ruben didn't take any of it to heart.

Anyway, as the night progressed, we moved into the living room and broke out the Truth or Dare Jenga (a modified version where we write our own sadistic things on the blank blocks). I normally don't like doint much of what it says on the blocks, it's either too boring or way too embarrassing, but I actually decided to go with it and not spoil anyone's fun. So, when I drew the truth block that said "Have you ever gone without your underwear? Details please!" I responded simply by saying, "Yes, a lot." And when I got the dare block that called for me to remove an item of clothing, I didn't take the chicken way out and remove my socks (I had my shoes off), no, instead I decided to take my shirt off and give everyone a show (though I did have an undershirt on). And when I drew the block that told me to imitate Britney Spears (Ruben wrote that one, surprise surprise), I took my undone button-up shirt and tied a knot in the middle and did and "sang" the first line of "Oops... I Did it Again" before saying "thank you Mexico, I love you." and walked off "stage." See, I can have fun and party like it was 1999... four years ago.

Anyhoo... I decided to take a crack at my new plug-in toy (my hair iron). Now, I have very frizzy and tangly hair before I put chemicals in it to make it all tame and purdy-like, so when the instructions to straighten it called for me to do it with clean, dry hair, I knew that I would with a KFC (Kentucky Fried Coif). But at least (according to Matt) the parts that I did get did get somewhat straightened out. I guess all I need is practice and maybe more dedication to it (I only worked it over for like 15 minutes).

Another day another adventure.

~A

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