Socks have been washed!
Every Wednesday and Thursday are my days off. I've constantly tried to get my Friday and Saturdays off, but I've been unsuccessful. Luckily, my weekends are no longer full time. Yay! The only disadvantage is my low paycheck. Fortunately, this Sunday, at 6pm, Bebeh and I will be in San Jose. We were watching Fresh Prince of Bel Air earlier, and during the commercial, our eyes lit up with excitement. We immediately called the toll-free number and found out the website where we could further our search. In little time, we purchased tickets online, printed the tickets out and posted them on the refrigerator. At the American Conservatory Theatre, the Broadway show, Rent, will have their last show in the area on Sunday at 6pm. The last time we saw Rent was in New York, two summers ago. Can't wait to sit in Row 21, Seats 58 & 60. If anyone wants to go, hit up the website www.amtsj.org and let us know if you're going. Yay!
note: Yay Rent! again.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Good morning, Blogger! You've been neglected.
Babble is awake. I moved the car and you still didn't notice I was gone. You must've been really tired. You are now telling me another one of your surreal dreams. By the way, we got another parking ticket. There was street cleaning between six and eight this morning. Phooey!
My work life is getting to the point where I'm ready to find a better job where the pay is four times as much as I make now. Ha! Well, lately, I've been training a bunch of drivers. Carlos, Claudio, Steve, and John have no knowledge of the San Francisco area. The streets are easy to find on a Thomas guide, but the one-ways are extremely high in San Francisco. I'm positive that any new drivers delivering to the financial district will start at 10am and finish about 5pm. The well-trained driver, like myself, could start the same route, at the same time, and finish three hours before them. My point is that our area manager, Sheryl, ruins my day because I'm finishing up my route early hoping that the others are done too. Unfortunately, I call their phones and find out they have 5 or 6 deliveries left. My supervisors don't get along, the drivers don't respect the supervisors, the store managers don't distribute enough hours to the shoppers leaving the drivers to "volunteer" to load our own trucks. In training, we're told the shoppers are to load our trucks in the mornings and while we're at lunch. I haven't clocked out for lunch in almost three weeks. Although, that doesn't stop me from having a lunch. The advantage toward the increase of "milked" hours is that my paycheck is just a little higher than the average.
Disadvantages exceed advantages.
(1) Limits the time I get to spend with my Babble.
(2) My body doesn't have enough time to recuperate for the next day.
(3) Dinner doesn't exist.
(4) Too tired to get anything done at the apartment.
Anyway
During the past few weeks, Babble and I have been trying to maximize the time spent with one another. We went to D&B's for Ted and Paulo's birthday. Fun stuff. The drive home with Babble was great though. I love you Badabbly bear. Can't wait to see what happens next.
note: Dear journal, I love bebeh.
Babble is awake. I moved the car and you still didn't notice I was gone. You must've been really tired. You are now telling me another one of your surreal dreams. By the way, we got another parking ticket. There was street cleaning between six and eight this morning. Phooey!
My work life is getting to the point where I'm ready to find a better job where the pay is four times as much as I make now. Ha! Well, lately, I've been training a bunch of drivers. Carlos, Claudio, Steve, and John have no knowledge of the San Francisco area. The streets are easy to find on a Thomas guide, but the one-ways are extremely high in San Francisco. I'm positive that any new drivers delivering to the financial district will start at 10am and finish about 5pm. The well-trained driver, like myself, could start the same route, at the same time, and finish three hours before them. My point is that our area manager, Sheryl, ruins my day because I'm finishing up my route early hoping that the others are done too. Unfortunately, I call their phones and find out they have 5 or 6 deliveries left. My supervisors don't get along, the drivers don't respect the supervisors, the store managers don't distribute enough hours to the shoppers leaving the drivers to "volunteer" to load our own trucks. In training, we're told the shoppers are to load our trucks in the mornings and while we're at lunch. I haven't clocked out for lunch in almost three weeks. Although, that doesn't stop me from having a lunch. The advantage toward the increase of "milked" hours is that my paycheck is just a little higher than the average.
Disadvantages exceed advantages.
(1) Limits the time I get to spend with my Babble.
(2) My body doesn't have enough time to recuperate for the next day.
(3) Dinner doesn't exist.
(4) Too tired to get anything done at the apartment.
Anyway
During the past few weeks, Babble and I have been trying to maximize the time spent with one another. We went to D&B's for Ted and Paulo's birthday. Fun stuff. The drive home with Babble was great though. I love you Badabbly bear. Can't wait to see what happens next.
note: Dear journal, I love bebeh.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Sunday, September 05, 2004
So you've finally discovered the term of "milking the clock"! Today, I went to work and found myself sweating like crazy. It's that drenchy-type of feeling when you jump into a filthy lake. You know the water is disgusting and dirty, but the feeling of comfort and relief once your skin touches that crisp water, ode to joy. In other words, the weather was blackening my skin once again. Every morning, I forget to put on sunblock or what not, and I go prancing out the door like a dummy. At least I lower my head when I work, or else my face would be pitch black already. A couple weeks ago, Aivy's sister comments about how dark I am. I didn't really say anything, I just sat there and ate my oxtail.
This summer has been the summer of food. More like, the summer of sushi because sushi is in my blood and sweat now. I suppose we could eat something else, but nothing else please's my urge for rolled up rice with, oh must I say it, bbq eel. To this day, I think I've eaten enough sushi/japanese food to last me until the age of 30. -sigh- I want sushi now. When I was in San Diego last week, I ordered this sushi dish called the Kitchen Sink. I forgot what it was, but it was very good. The strange name meant that it would take longer to make since they took forever to make it. It was worth the wait.
Speaking of San Diego, Aivy and I went on a short vacation down to Southern California. I've never been past certain areas down in Los Angeles, so I was eager to find myself awake during most of the trip. First off, the drive down to LA and straight to San Diego took no more than four and a half hours. You can find photos of our trip on Aivy's page. It was a good getaway of sort. The hotel room was splendid, the area where we stayed in San Diego was clean. I want to go back. The best part about the trip was going on another trip with someone I love. I know, how cheesy. It's true. Can't wait for another trip, when we have the money.
This summer has been the summer of food. More like, the summer of sushi because sushi is in my blood and sweat now. I suppose we could eat something else, but nothing else please's my urge for rolled up rice with, oh must I say it, bbq eel. To this day, I think I've eaten enough sushi/japanese food to last me until the age of 30. -sigh- I want sushi now. When I was in San Diego last week, I ordered this sushi dish called the Kitchen Sink. I forgot what it was, but it was very good. The strange name meant that it would take longer to make since they took forever to make it. It was worth the wait.
Speaking of San Diego, Aivy and I went on a short vacation down to Southern California. I've never been past certain areas down in Los Angeles, so I was eager to find myself awake during most of the trip. First off, the drive down to LA and straight to San Diego took no more than four and a half hours. You can find photos of our trip on Aivy's page. It was a good getaway of sort. The hotel room was splendid, the area where we stayed in San Diego was clean. I want to go back. The best part about the trip was going on another trip with someone I love. I know, how cheesy. It's true. Can't wait for another trip, when we have the money.