Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
In the current craziness that I call my life, I came home after work today. I skipped the gym because I wanted to go for a power walk in the Park. As I entered the home, I realized that I had to move around some furniture to clear a path for our new couch. I moved all that I needed to and hopped online. I began my usual surfing then realized that, if I were to go for a power walk, I had to do it now. But it looked like rain, so I skipped it.

I mulled around rearranging things so that they would be out of the way for the delivery guys. I looked at the old couch. Slightly amazed that I was able to move such a large thing. By myself. I still need to find a way to dispose of it. I can't donate it because the leather is ripped. Which is why we got a new couch. And we wanted to be able to lie down. Mission furniture doesn't really allow for the stretching.

I hopped back online to chat with a friend. Then went to the kitchen to make some dinner. I was in no mood to cook. So, I had three sandwiches. I felt out of sorts. Not sure why I was so unmotivated. I noted that I was never felt like this. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me.

Then it hit me. I miss my partner. He's been in Minneapolis for the past three days. For work. Doesn't get back until Wednesday night. I miss him a lot.

So, this is what that feels like. I'm getting old. Later.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Today starts my last week at my current place of work. I'm not leaving the company. I'm just going to move to a different location. Actually, I am going to be opening our latest one. Opening is a month away but I have lots to plan. I actually have two weeks to plan it all, starting today. But as is always the case, I still have to finish off my duties at my current place.

There's something very bittersweet about leaving. This would be the second time I have. The first time, I was definitely more excited. Probably because I was leaving a situation that I needed to get out of. Now, I am leaving for different reasons. Good ones. But I still feel.... meh. The other evening, the husband told me that our neighbor sent her congrats and was excited for me. I wish I could share that excitement.

So, here I am. I week away from the hard work. I am looking forward to my part. I'm looking forward to the new challenges. I am glad to be moving on. But why am I not ecstatic? It certainly is not because I am leaving good people behind. Or going to work for jerks. Maybe in the next few days, I will figure out why. I reminded myself that things always happen for a reason. I hope I figure it out soon. Later.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
So here's my question tonight? If you're drunk and craving junk food, does eating three soy dogs on whole grain flat bread with mustard & sauerkraut satisfy?

It seems to for me. Does that officially make me vegan? Wondering. Drunk wondering but still drunk. Later.
Monday, July 20, 2009
When was the last time you heard classics like Unspeakable Joy by Kim English, You Used to Hold me by Ralphi Rosario, Nobody's Supposed to be Here by Deborah Cox, and Stranger in my House by Tamia on the dance floor? Well, for me, it was this past Saturday night. What fun!!! What great company!!! Thanks for coming, Richie.

And what else did I hear? Madonna, Britney, Beyonce. Serious diva-liciousness for the gay man. And there was some serious drama being served by some gay men. It was fun. It was a good time. It didn't hurt to be surrounded by serious eye-candy. But who could notice with some serious beats being spun by the diva himself Hex Hector? Not me, I tell you. May do it again very soon. Clubbing in the summer. Always a good time. Later.
Thursday, July 09, 2009
As someone who works in the retail industry, I get to witness customer complaints. I often wonder about what these people are like outside of the store. It's said that for every one complaint, 10 more people share the same frustration. So, why is it that the one person who complains has to be such a dick about it. I mean, is your life so empty that you just can't ask to get something fixed without giving me a soliloquy about your life?

Because they always do. There's always some story about how much they spend here and think that they should be genuflected to. I always tend to reply that what they spend does not matter. But if they have an issue, then please share it with me so I can get it fixed. Or that they know someone in the press who would do an expose on us... blah blah blah blah blah. It's all so boring. Just tell me what needs to be fixed and let's move on.

They also always have some diatribe about how they are frustrated because they always come and something is always wrong. So, who is the idiot here? Me or you? Because there are about 10 other places that do the same thing we do and you could just as well go to them. But you keep coming back to be "slapped" again. And again. And again. I mean, let your spending speak for you. It works better that way. For all of us. And for the record, if it were so bad here, why is it that over 90% of the customers are fine coming in and getting what they need and going home? Makes you think. No?

I'm always in awe of people who complain. I mean, COMPLAIN. I never do. If something is wrong, I ask someone if they can fix it. Or find someone who can. If they can't get me what I want, then I am off to the next place to find it. Because I'd much rather spend my energy getting what I need without creating negativity. Later.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
I just returned from spending 8 days with my partner's family in South Dakota. Yes, South Dakota. One may not know but South Dakota is the home of Mount Rushmore. And that's probably all I can say about it. It is beautiful country but not to live in. Which makes it even more interesting that my "in-laws" moved there. But, I'm not here to discuss that.

Let me just say that eight days with your "in-laws" is three days too much. Especially when you find much of their behavior irritating. Like having everyone wait for them whenever there is some sort of excursion. If it were not for the fact that I love my partner, I would never spend more than a few hours with them. Because this vacation tested my patience. And more often than not, they got the gist that I was not pleased with their behavior. But, I'm not here to discuss that either.

What I am here to discuss is this: does anyone really think that hanging out with your in-laws is fun? I mean, even if you like them, at best, it can get irritating. No? I never expect my partner to have fun with my parents. I don't. My parents are someone I find fun... for about 5 hours. Then, I got to go. I can't imagine anyone would find them fun for much longer than that. So, when I ask for some away time from the in-laws, why would anyone question it? Plus, at the age of 39, I really don't feel I need to explain why. Figure it out.

Here's the thing. I like them. I don't adore them. I have little in common with them. I don't share common experiences with them. I am a gay Filipino, born and raised in Nigeria. I was an Electrical Engineer, who became a fitness instructor, who got his Culinary Arts diploma, and worked EVERYWHERE while strung out on smack. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt, donated it, over it. Very little excites me or puts me in awe. I'm not jaded. I just need a lot to get me excited. Very little gets them excited. We're just not a match. Does that make sense? Later.
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