Monday, May 30, 2005

A Warning:

I think talking to me may cause people some sort of mental/emotional disturbance,

Perhaps I am crazy, and have never realized it, and make other people crazy

with my craziness, or they go crazy trying to understand my craziness,

Or they end up going crazy trying to work around my craziness.

But I'm probably just an ass, and use crazy as my excuse.

(aknfawm23@%<@ $ 2'n @VT<.......wmlah)

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Random ramble

First, perhaps those posting comments anonymously would be good (brave) enough to tag the end of your posts with some form of differentiation so we know which posts are to be associated with others...

Now other stuff:

There seems to be some misunderstanding about the temp assignment that stank: it's over. It was only a three day deal. Well that one was only 3 days. Of course, I was asked if I could come in next week. "Unfortunately" I had "something" to "do".

With regard to the callbacks mentioned a few weeks ago: I've been cast in a showcase (small pay, not bound by contract) play to go up in September it's called Giant-N-Variation (no pics, yet, but other useful info....maybe).

The other piece I auditioned for that week did not cast me. One day people will believe me when I say that I can tell when the director is not seeing what he/she wants. The callback was fun (at times), but I kind of wish they hadn't called me back. Still glad I did the audition, though.

This week is "Fleet Week" here in NYC (which basically a mass shore leave or a tribute to the military men & women of the seas - depends on your personal view). It's unique this year becasue the Pakistani Navy is partipipating. No doubt to show us just how much closer they are to being true homo sapiens thanks to the glorious and ordained intervention of our leader and father "Dubya".
It's been kind of a strange experience for me seeing them here. I wonder if I'm the only one that notices them so much. Today I was watching them and realized, even this city of every shade and combinatin thereof, these men were like aliens to me. Admitedly I had the thought of what if one fo these cats wants to do some kill Americans type-stuff. But it NYC - you will, some point suspect every person you meet here is about to try to kill you. Urban charm.
What really struck me about these cats, is how muchseeing them was like seeing American sailors, but not in an assimilated way. Some of them had these long beards that American military muscleheads won't be allowing for at least 75 years. It was just the way they were sticking together, chatting with each other & whatnot. It was just kind of plainly human...yeah, I was on some 'ol' we are the world, everybody's the same type stuff

Lastly, I went and auditioned for the little indie film, and the lady who's doing it turned out to be from Arcadia, La. Which, if you're familiar with La. and the fact that there are like 12 million people in this city, you understand the fairly low odds of this happening. She said "Grambling" and it was the first time I'd heard the way it was supposed to sound in some time.

Yay, suthen folks.


Monday, May 23, 2005

Update on this job I hate

It was going unusually pleasant. I got some free Thai food, but as soon as I heard it was there I knew that meant there would be that much more cleaning to do.

Well, tonight's pissedoffdedness started around 7p when I got about 3 calls at once and had the audacity to page someone instead of send them their call directly - which I would have been doing if she would plant her ass in the general vicinty of her desk with relative permanence.

Then came 8 o'clock and those dishes. After picking up a few dirty dishes from downstairs (which could easily have been taken upstairs before nukkas left for the day), I went to put them near the sink and saw that some genious had placed a damn-near half-full plate in the sink right underneath the faucet which meant subsequent genious ran water directly into (anger is sparked). The trash can really is only five ginger steps to the left. Then there was the table that had all the food on it. At first it wasn't a big deal, but the more I touched food containers and got various forms of curry on my hands and saw how much of said curry was on the table itself, the more it occurred to me that I was going to have to fight the urge to call a meeting at this place I'll never see again, and suggest to them that they might consider washing their owners dishes as they used them (anger rises).

The last straw was pretty much after getting all of the glasses from upstairs (understand, I'm now on the third floor) that seemed to not be in use. This exercise was forcibly interrupted by people trying to get a dog to be nice to me. Understand, I'm not EVEN concerned with this dog. But since it growled (barely) at me, this dude actually takes stuff out of my hand so I can pat the dog. The dog is walking on three good legs. Why would I be worried about it. If it tries to get crunk, the bitch (yes, it is a female) will be down to 1 - especially while I'm trying to get this $#1t put away so I can leave.

So, I get downstairs and, as I'm unloading the dishwasher (the poor design of which really doesn't allow much of a load), a glass on the counter slips and shatters before I can catch it. The topper? While I'm sweeping, I go to wipe what must be water running down my hand, but I notice that it's a nice, bright red (anger peaks). So now I really want to curse somebody. After I get a makeshift tourniquet on my finger and go back to loading the machine, bunny of "send my calls up here" fame brings down some glasses. After her last trip, she's gives a split second "goodnight" and runs her sorry ass out de do'. Now if you hear some glass shatter and then see somebody with an entire paper towel 3M(tm) taped around their pinky (not and exaggeration) gingerly foolin with a counter-full of dishes, might it occur to you to at least ask if a bwoy might could use a hand? Perhaps by this point she could sense my displeasure. To her credit, on one trip she did comment that the people there were pigs, so her I guess she did at least try to commiserate.

I will be definately clarifying my marketable skillset with ol' temp girl tomorrow.

lawd havissmercy 'pon muh soul...

COMMON album release appearances

Various places along the nor'eastern corridor you can catch Common (as in Sense) doing signings and performances for his al-bum release (BE).

Click in this general vicinity if you'd like a sample of said al-bum.

That nukk betta send me a tour T size LG fuh all this here free cyber-street promotin' I'm doing....

Friday, May 20, 2005

I just don't see how I'm going to make it....

Dude :"Can we, ehhh, introduce the policy that you'll let us know before you transfer the calls?"

(as opposed to, "Please let us know who it is before you transfer a call")

Me: "Sure"

Two minutes later

PA who's doing two or three jobs who's also assigned to show me how to do 1.5 of her two or three jobs: "Make sure that you tell them who it is before you transfer a call".

Me: "Yeah. I got it."

Me On The Inside: "!@#dammit I heard the first mo$%^^#$!@#$ what told me that s$@."

Then, being pissed off, I goof up a simple call transfer.

I see absolutely no way that I'm going to make it 9p tonight, much less 9p Tuesday.

And I haven't even had to deal with logging a package yet.

Did I mention that I was told how to call the car service? Again: I type shit. I answer shit. I copy shit.

That's it.

In roughly that order.

this assignment is currently sucking it

Reasons this already sucks:

It's dreary outside

I got here 40 minutes late

After answering the first three calls fine, I've completely botched the last two

I'm apparently expected to pick up dishes/food, load and start the dishwasher before I leave, and "check with the clients in the conference room to see if they need anything".

the !@#$ !?!?!?!?!????

That doesn't really sound like clerical work to me and I believe those services cost a bit more than the $11 per I'm getting for this.

Having this internet access is cool and all, but I can wait 'til I get home if I have to put up with this @#@#.

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Don't push...

This one's an audio post. It's something I've been meaning to do for a while & and I had a nice experience to start with yesterday.

This entry was recorded about a minute after it took place.


Oh, yeah; it's about 1.3MB, so slower connections beware. I'll try to record them smaller in the future.

And, if you haven't figured it out yet, you have to click on the first sentence.

To those who've heard me speak before: I'm not trying to sound like that on purpose, it's just what happens when I stay in the same place too long. Imagine the fun when I move to Scotland. Though my vocal malleability is sexy, no?

To those who ain't herd me speek b'fo: if you think hearing this will ruin the glorious veil of mystery, typed transcripts are available for $10.00.

Bow down to my technical superiority.


Tuesday, May 10, 2005

This week

is starting off sucking it.

Of course, the last time my seek started off really sucking it (week before last) the subsequent it ended fairly decent.

We'll see how it goes.

Jeeves, get me my walking trousers, I believe I'll go for a jaunt...

Friday, May 06, 2005

3 things that made me smile this week

In chronological order:

1. After disembarking the boat, I was walking to my bus stop when I saw a Black Jewish man in front of me wearing one of the flyer yarmulkas ever: dark mauve leather.


2. This past Wednesday night I was leaving the Whole Foods in Union Square. As I was walking to the subway entrance I saw guy with a real, live ghetto blaster. It had "AFRO" spray painted on the front and he was blasting ---- More Bounce to the Ounce (big, teary, doe eyes of joy). He got to a spot, set the blaster down and started working on his pop/lock.

Again, Hollye, I am not making this up.

3. Today, while in the groshree sto, a lady and two small girls passed by me. One girl was in the higher single digits, and the other was closer to the 4-6 range and was riding in the buggy. As she passed by me, she points and says, "pretty hair".



shut up...

& One thing that made me mad:

After returning home from this shopping trip, I heard a domestic disturbance. This is not the first time I've heard this and believed it to be coming from the apartment right above mine. When I heard slamming in addition to a child crying I went upstairs to see if I needed to alert authorities, but all was quiet on that floor. I then went to the second floor and heard the argument. I believe it was an Asian couple that I've seen in the building before. The thing that really got me was that I believe that child I heard was actually a grown woman sobbing.

Monday, May 02, 2005

As of 8:30p tonight, 3 callbacks (and counting...???....)
(eyes wide open)

I went to the callback for "Driving on the Left Side" today. I pretty much just got home. While I was just playing with the dog I missed a call. Checked the msg.

And it was Boomerang Theater inviting me to a callback on Wednsday.

After nothing, two in the same week. This was the first time that I've auditioned with Shakespeare in the city. I don't know whether to glad or mad at all the other classical piece auditions that I've missed....

(eyes still wide open)

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