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Last night I was ‘on my own’ for supper since Marie had a meeting to attend to. Had some soup, string cheese and yogurt and got all packed up to head to the library when Marie came home. So we ventured over together. I got a slew of books by Studs Terkel (if that’s not the coolest name I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is. Apologies to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xjustinx’s Cooterspank). Terkel’s books are basically interviews with all sorts of people on a variety of topics (age, race, work, death, etc). I started the one on age last night and it’s really engrossing. I think I’ve decided I either want to be a conversationalist or computer hacker when I grow up.
The latter because I saw a cool program on PBS about how Windows is basically a hacker’s wet dream since it’s got holes “all up in it”. It talked about a group who would hack into businesses and their websites and simply post messages that say “Look, we got in, here is how we did it and here is how to fix it”. The ‘hackers’ made a good point in the fact that if we are heading into the ‘digital revolution’, we’d best make sure we get things right before we go too far. I couldn’t agree more but at times, scrapping the whole system seems to be a good idea.
I also saw Snoop Dogg, while giving a tour of his house, point to his dining room table and proclaim “This is where we get our eat on”. Aren’t rappers adorable?
Anyways, watched some of the Eagles/Chiefs game, chatted a bit withxjustinx and randomed some LJs. I also did the dishes. Stir fry is great, but clean-up is a pain.
Today will be a pretty average day at work, I’ve got two open positions to advertise for and some reference checks to take care of, but other than that, not a lot to do. Will get packed up and grab some supper tonight before making the voyage to Wausau for the weekend.
By the way, here is the Arby’s story I forgot to mention as promised.
So back when I was 15, I worked at Arby’s. It was a pretty fun job in that it was easy and most of my co-workers were cool. One taught me how to ‘launch’ pennies via snapping my fingers at a different angle. Another told me that ghosts haunted him. But the best co-worker was this huge weirdo named Brian (coincidence? I doubt it).
Brian was in his mid 20s, had thick glasses, greasy hair and was about 70 pounds overweight for his height. He never tucked in his shirt (I don’t think they had one big enough for him) and had a slight speech impediment. He worked on the back line (making the sandwiches) while I usually worked the registers. His sister, Kathy, also worked there. She was about as weird as he was. She kept asking me if I would be her brother since her real brother Brian was mean to her. She was in her late 20s and quite frankly, scared the hell out of me. I think it’s safe to say that anytime you have two relatives working at the same fast food restaurant, things ain’t quite right.
Anyway, I would not be surprised if Brian had a slight mental condition because another co-worker of mine (Aaron) saw him at the mall one time (where there was also an Arby’s store). Brian was dressed in his Arby’s uniform and Aaron went and asked him if he was working at the mall location (I think he saw Brian in a store or something). Brian said “No, I’m just wearing the clothes I wore yesterday.” Thinking back, it’s sorta sad, but at the time it was pretty hilarious.
Anyway, one time Brian confided in me that he had some connection to aliens and that a few years back he was walking through the forest and he fell down in a hole. It was too deep for him to climb out, so he closed his eyes and concentrated really hard. He felt a warm sensation and levitated out of the hole. I could tell that he really believed the story he told and I just sort of shrugged it off.
I could probably write a novel about the characters I worked with in my stint at fast food places. Luckily, it was only Arby’s and Wendy’s. I feel that everyone should have to work in fast food at some point in their life, for two reasons. First, to realize that there are more rewarding jobs out there and to work hard and get an education. Secondly, to learn how to treat people on the other side of the counter (this works both ways). If you can’t convey what you want to eat, don’t expect to get your order right.
So anyway, nothing much else on the agenda for today. I get to go out to eat with my dad (my treat, for his birthday which was on Monday) for lunch, which is always cool. I realize how lucky I am to have such a cool dad. Not many can make that claim.
Last night I was ‘on my own’ for supper since Marie had a meeting to attend to. Had some soup, string cheese and yogurt and got all packed up to head to the library when Marie came home. So we ventured over together. I got a slew of books by Studs Terkel (if that’s not the coolest name I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is. Apologies to
xjustinx’s Cooterspank). Terkel’s books are basically interviews with all sorts of people on a variety of topics (age, race, work, death, etc). I started the one on age last night and it’s really engrossing. I think I’ve decided I either want to be a conversationalist or computer hacker when I grow up. The latter because I saw a cool program on PBS about how Windows is basically a hacker’s wet dream since it’s got holes “all up in it”. It talked about a group who would hack into businesses and their websites and simply post messages that say “Look, we got in, here is how we did it and here is how to fix it”. The ‘hackers’ made a good point in the fact that if we are heading into the ‘digital revolution’, we’d best make sure we get things right before we go too far. I couldn’t agree more but at times, scrapping the whole system seems to be a good idea.
I also saw Snoop Dogg, while giving a tour of his house, point to his dining room table and proclaim “This is where we get our eat on”. Aren’t rappers adorable?
Anyways, watched some of the Eagles/Chiefs game, chatted a bit with
xjustinx and randomed some LJs. I also did the dishes. Stir fry is great, but clean-up is a pain.Today will be a pretty average day at work, I’ve got two open positions to advertise for and some reference checks to take care of, but other than that, not a lot to do. Will get packed up and grab some supper tonight before making the voyage to Wausau for the weekend.
By the way, here is the Arby’s story I forgot to mention as promised.
So back when I was 15, I worked at Arby’s. It was a pretty fun job in that it was easy and most of my co-workers were cool. One taught me how to ‘launch’ pennies via snapping my fingers at a different angle. Another told me that ghosts haunted him. But the best co-worker was this huge weirdo named Brian (coincidence? I doubt it).
Brian was in his mid 20s, had thick glasses, greasy hair and was about 70 pounds overweight for his height. He never tucked in his shirt (I don’t think they had one big enough for him) and had a slight speech impediment. He worked on the back line (making the sandwiches) while I usually worked the registers. His sister, Kathy, also worked there. She was about as weird as he was. She kept asking me if I would be her brother since her real brother Brian was mean to her. She was in her late 20s and quite frankly, scared the hell out of me. I think it’s safe to say that anytime you have two relatives working at the same fast food restaurant, things ain’t quite right.
Anyway, I would not be surprised if Brian had a slight mental condition because another co-worker of mine (Aaron) saw him at the mall one time (where there was also an Arby’s store). Brian was dressed in his Arby’s uniform and Aaron went and asked him if he was working at the mall location (I think he saw Brian in a store or something). Brian said “No, I’m just wearing the clothes I wore yesterday.” Thinking back, it’s sorta sad, but at the time it was pretty hilarious.
Anyway, one time Brian confided in me that he had some connection to aliens and that a few years back he was walking through the forest and he fell down in a hole. It was too deep for him to climb out, so he closed his eyes and concentrated really hard. He felt a warm sensation and levitated out of the hole. I could tell that he really believed the story he told and I just sort of shrugged it off.
I could probably write a novel about the characters I worked with in my stint at fast food places. Luckily, it was only Arby’s and Wendy’s. I feel that everyone should have to work in fast food at some point in their life, for two reasons. First, to realize that there are more rewarding jobs out there and to work hard and get an education. Secondly, to learn how to treat people on the other side of the counter (this works both ways). If you can’t convey what you want to eat, don’t expect to get your order right.
So anyway, nothing much else on the agenda for today. I get to go out to eat with my dad (my treat, for his birthday which was on Monday) for lunch, which is always cool. I realize how lucky I am to have such a cool dad. Not many can make that claim.
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Date: 2001-11-30 09:42 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2001-11-30 10:18 am (UTC)I should be so lucky to have such superficial troubles.
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Date: 2001-12-03 08:26 am (UTC)Now I'm hungry.
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Date: 2001-12-03 04:59 pm (UTC)But I'm probably going to Red Robin after football tonight. It's tradition.
Red Robin will fill me up.
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Date: 2001-12-04 06:07 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2001-12-04 10:01 am (UTC)maybe it's a west coast thing.
Red Robin is "gourmet burgers and spirits"
Lots of good eats, cool posters on the walls, good music playing all the time. It's a fun place to go.
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Date: 2001-12-04 05:34 pm (UTC)