journal
Finally…a journal entry
1I never know what to say on these things. I know if I say something like “Jessica Alba Nude” I’ll get a ton of hits, but I’m not sure people will like what they find in their fruitless search. Anyways, let me get all personal for the boys and girls out in the internet world.
A weird thing occurred at work today. Three co-workers and I were in the warehouse talking a bit and this new girl working in media kept coming over to ask one of them questions. I didn’t think anything of it, but the girl who was with us, who tends to have a “biting” personality (lol), started making loud comments how this girl is treating this kid like her life coach and all. I know it was in good humor and all, but this new chick seems REALLY nice (I mean that she literally looks like she’ll be saint material one day or something) and I felt guilty afterward. What the hell is that? To make it even worse, I had to ask her help finding something for a customer I was helping because the customer was “attractive” and I’m still a guy, no matter how many times I’ve struck out recently. That was wonderful.
That’s not the weird part, though. My buddy and another co-worker passing by suggested that she would be good for me. Why? Ok, she’s pretty cute, nothing amazing, but maybe I’m too picky. Looking at my track record, I tend to go for the girls who are one shot hookups and look for a relationship with the girls that I can’t seem to have. I don’t know why it hit me so hard, but it’s bugging me like no hell. I think I’m going to just try to be friends with her, if I see her enough. That’s a decent middle ground, no? It’ll shut my idiots friends up and maybe balance out the karma from laughing at the life coach joke. Worse comes to worse, she’ll be gone once the holidays are done, most likely, since she’s a seasonal hire. I’m so nice (not the saint like nice, more like the sarcastic nice).
That’s all I have for you people. I didn’t want to write a journal, but I’m just too giving. You’re welcome. I’ll take appreciation in cash form.
Exhaustion
0My brain is fried beyond belief. That’s why there hasn’t been any poems in a while.
Tis the season to get really freaking busy. Work is picking up due to the holiday season and it’s interesting to see how my role changes with the season. While in sales, nothing really changed about the holidays other than the fact that it got really busy. Well, in merchandising, our entire focus shifts quite a bit. During the non-holiday season, we focus on setting up new displays and the like. This time of year, however, our main focus is pouring product out of the warehouse and onto the sales floor all while making sure the place looks good. It’s really strenuous because as soon as you get the job done, it’s time to do it all over again.
With work killing me, I’ve had very little energy for any kind of creativity. The little energy I do have gets stored up and put into the NeowinCAST shows. Our listenership is going up and it’s always fun to record the show. What isn’t fun is listening to the show and hearing how often I stutter or lose my focus. I just have the shortest attention span imaginable and it really pisses me off sometimes.
Other than that, things are going well. I got fed up with waiting for AT&T to release Windows Mobile 6 for my phone, so I downloaded a leaked version and installed it last night. It’s much nicer looking, though there are some usability regressions that are a bit puzzling, to say the least.
A mix of anger and fear
0This is going to bug me unless I get it out, so here I am.
Today, while at work, an absolutely beautiful girl and her friend approached me for help finding a CD. Now, I know what you’re thinking: “But Chris, you never help customers anymore.” This is true, but I do make exceptions for pretty girls, as cliched as that may sound. She was short and had black hair, I couldn’t resist. So, why the journal entry?
Well, it isn’t a secret that I’m not exactly a Casanova over here. I do ok, but nothing to write home about. However, this started off well. Opened with a joke just for the hell of it and went on with it, but fear and anger held me back. Fear? Well, she’s a beautiful girl. Anger? Her annoying friend make a comment about looking in the computer instead of spending time looking through the shelves (1. The computer doesn’t say where it’d be and 2. I wanted to spend as much time as possible, you ass) and I just lost my focus and could only think about how big of a bitch this girl’s friend was.
Man, I fucked that all up, huh? I’ll keep on trying, though. My anger is manageable, I think, but the fear is something that’s harder to over come. I’m not sure where I started letting it guide me, but it’s there and I need to grow the fuck up and break free of it before it’s too late.
I know what I want
0Some people call it stubbornness. I prefer to call it, in this case, a clear understanding of what I want and refusing to deviate from that course.
There’s a reason I like to work alone. I’m a firm believe that too many spoons in the pot winds up spoiling whatever the hell you’re trying to cook in a large pot. When I get an idea in my mind and I believe my course of action is the best, I want to stick to it, regardless. That may sound obvious for any person, but I’m really insistent on my way. Perhaps it’s a flaw, but I just often get that gut instinct to stick to the plan (or, sometimes, lack there of).
At Neowin, there’s a lot of cooks. Working on two projects (the Neowin Community Game Awards and NeowinCAST News Edition), I tend to run into the “too many cooks” issue too often and it can be frustrating. Last year, we didn’t have the Community Game Awards, at all, because I simply got fed up with everyone throwing out these outlandish ideas that took the scope of the awards out of the general area I had envisioned. I was realistic and knew that their plans for a much larger process simply wouldn’t pan out. Sure, the awards are back this year, but I had to state from the get go that it’s my way or not at all. It shouldn’t have to be like that. It should be understood that I understand the limits of my own projects and wish to stay within the realm of possible.
Now, as the NeowinCAST returns and gains ground again, people are starting to poke their heads up and it’s infuriating. Ideas from a larger cast team to multiple versions of the same show for various software applications are just completely out of the bounds I fight to keep in place. I have no delusions of grandeur. I know this is a small weekly show and that, being Rob and I volunteer, keeping the process as simple as possible means it’s more likely we’ll have the time to stick to the weekly schedule. Why don’t people understand this? I explain it and it seems to go over everyone’s heads.
I just don’t know how long I can maintain my patience. It’s this kind of crap that makes me want to say “fuck it” and let everyone else do it on their own.
Best Buy’s Idea of Health Insurance
5As you may or may not know, I am a part timer at Best Buy. Regardless of the fact that I have pulled quite a few 40 hours weeks, I’m classed as a part timer and get no health benefits. I had joked with a few guys at work, more than once, that our health insurance plan was “don’t get sick”. I was kidding, though. At least, I thought it was a joke.
Today, I received an HR post card in the mail from work, with the title of “Sick of being sick?” on the front. I would scan it, but I’m not sure if that would violate company policy, so let me give you a few wonderful snippets:
Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks, eat turkey, sleep, and shop big sales (or, if you work in the stores, get there early on Friday to WOW those customers). If you’re sick, you won’t be able to enjoy any of these activities.
Oh no, heaven forbid I get sick and have to miss the horrible experience of working in retail on Black Friday. What’s funny is that we are told each year, at least in my store, that if we call out on Black Friday, regardless of the reason, we’ll be fired.
Get a flu shot – Prevent being laid up for days! Go to a local convenient care clinic to get it done fast. If you’re enrolled in a Best Buy Health Plan, flu shots are covered 100% at in-network providers.
Except, I’m not covered. Thanks guys. I don’t need the little money I make for anything else. I definitely want to get a flu shot so I don’t miss a day or two of work. Ironically enough, the flu shot would probably cost the same as the money I would make in that day.
You know, I look at a company like Starbucks and bitch a lot about how they over charge for coffee like no tomorrow. However, that said, they know how to take care of their employees. Every employee who works 25 hours or more a week (I would easily fit that) gets health insurance. You mean, they help their employees to not miss work by taking care of them? The horror! The shame!
Thanks for looking out for me, Best Buy.
I’ll never go back to Asbury Park
0Joe and I decided to go to the Seether/Breaking Benjamin/Three Days Grace show at Asbury Park yesterday. I met him in the city and we got in the car for the hour and fifteen minute drive. Well, that drive took three hours. It took an eternity just to get out of the city. The traffic was horrendous. When we finally got to Asbury Park, we discovered they don’t have a damn parking lot. As we were driving around, I saw a motel with a lot and just told Joe to park there. Of course, it just had to be raining, so as we walked to the “convention center” (It’s not a convention center. It’s more like a bootleg high school auditorium) we got drenched.
I have a book, a CD, and other stuff
2I have a book. Stephen Colbert’s “I Am America (And So Can You!)” was part of Joe’s gift to me for my birthday. This copy, alas, was a bit more special for, on the inside cover, were scribed the signatures of Stephen Colbert and his thee co-authors. Ok, enough of the fancy speak. The signed book is fucking awesome, but now I have to wait for Joe to get himself an unsigned copy so I can read it without ruining my signed copy. I can’t wait.
I also have a CD, namely, Seether’s “Finding Beauty In Negative Spaces”. The album is a strong release by the band, though it’s getting beat on by the critics for being a bit more main stream. I can agree that, sometimes, the producers added too many effects to Shaun’s voice, though it’s bearable. The real issue someone could take is the roller coaster of music styles. The first half is very heavy and real energetic rock. The second half is more sullen with a ballad or two thrown in. I definitely prefer the first half, that’s for sure.
So what’s the other stuff? I also received a hoodie and a pair of sneakers from my Mom. My dad claimed rights, also, but he didn’t actually have any involvements in the entire process so I give full credit to my Mom lol. Sure, I picked them out and all, it was still cool of her to get me both, especially since they were a little over the usual limit.
Thanks to everyone who gave me gifts and/or well wishes for my birthday. Oh, in brief other news, I’ve been grubbing quite a few extra hours at work, lately. I need the money so I’ll do what I can.
Homeboy is getting old
2I turn 24 today. Holy crap, time flies by. I don’t really know what to say. The year of being 23 was a failure, by most measures, but I learned a lot in terms of facing those failures, so, in the biggest cliche of all, it was a success in it’s own right.
Throwing some time the Neowin way
0I rarely mention Neowin here. There’s a plethora of reasons why.
I’m going to be contributing some exclusive content to Neowin once again. After skipping a year, we’re bringing back the Neowin Community Game Awards. Blackice912 is working on the scripts as we speak and DirtyLarry is doing some kick ass graphic work. Me? Well, for now, I’m project lead, I guess, though it’ll be my job to do all the writing for the article once the votes are in. You should expect to see nominations starting in a few weeks. Keep your eyes peeled.
The second, and probably more popular project, is the NeowinCAST News Edition. Yes, we’re bringing it back. Recording should start next week and Rob and I plan on doing weekly shows. He’s promised to take on the chore of editing which helps me deal with the load of planning the show out and then hosting it. Hosting is harder than you think and it’s the reason why I refuse to work with anyone but Rob at this point. We just work well together and it makes my job a lot easier.
Well, that’s about it. Both of these tidbits have been heard here first. I just hope the guys at Neowin don’t mind lol.
Work, Relationships, and Getting Hits
By hits, I mean website visits. Not bong hits or baseball hits or fist to face hits. Though that last option could be related.
Work. It’s an evil we must all deal with. My hours have been waining as of late, so I’ve been taking every opportunity to pick up a few here and there. While my shifts are, generally, short, this is my first day off since last Tuesday. Thank God, though. Last night, I got stuck doing a physical inventory count. My shift started at 5:30pm and ended at 4:00am. I got home at a lovely 4:40am. On most Monday mornings, I wake up at 4:45am to go in to work. Gah! The work was a bitch, too. Nothing like scanning UPC barcodes for 10 hours. By the way, if you walk into my store and claim you can’t find the CD you’re looking for, it must simply not exist.
“Love, it’s a motherfucker, huh?”
Ok, so I’m not in love by any stretch of the term, but I obviously like her. Who’s her? Well, it starts with an ‘M’ and ends with me tearing my hair out. This week was fun in that department. An ex decided she was going to cause a lot of issues and I spent a lot of time on the cell listening to the current love interest flipping out. It was kind of frustrating to watch as an ex’s stupidity was destroying something I’ve been trying for for so damn long now. In that frustration, I probably did the worst admittance of feelings ever. What do I mean? Well, cursing and holding yourself back from punching a wall while angrily saying “I like you, ok” is not exactly what most people plan. Hell, I didn’t want to say anything yet and especially not over the phone. Of course, now, we haven’t hung out at all and have barely talked. My ex is great and amazing and I’m lying. Seriously, what a bitch.
Tip to all you web site owners out there in the series of tubes we call the internet: If you want to increase the number of daily hits to your site, just have your supposed friend let her cell phone get in the hands of her friends and then fight with those idiots. In what has to be the most retarded situation I’ve ever been in, I’ve had these morons texting me trying to pick a fight. Yes, fighting over text message. Kids these days. You have the phone. At least use it to call me and set a place where I can kick your ass for being retarded. Oh well, I never mind the attention.