Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Thursday, August 27, 2009
It's been an interesting day. My new store opened today to an enthusiastic crowd. We were busy. Quite busy. Hopefully the numbers match the foot traffic.
But the interesting was the fact that we were picketed. Protesters, I tell you. It was exciting. There was even a fight between customer and protester. It was a sight to behold.
But it was just dumb. Because they protested for less than two hours. Right. That worked. And after reading about and hearing what they had to say, I have to say... SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
Get the facts. Read further than the first part of the paragraph. Get informed. Because you are so off base. Interesting that as employees, we want you to fucking leave us alone. Because we are trying to work so that we can get benefits. Not benefits from our rickety-ass government. The same government who screwing up Social Security. The same government who can't figure out how to lower our dependency on foreign oil. And the same ones that you all want to take over health care. Right.
And by boycotting us, who exactly are you going to buy your food from? Stop and Shop? Associated? Gristedes? And what kind of health plan do they give their illegal workers? Have you figured that out yet? Well, put the signs down and figure it out. Then get back to me... Later.
But the interesting was the fact that we were picketed. Protesters, I tell you. It was exciting. There was even a fight between customer and protester. It was a sight to behold.
But it was just dumb. Because they protested for less than two hours. Right. That worked. And after reading about and hearing what they had to say, I have to say... SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
Get the facts. Read further than the first part of the paragraph. Get informed. Because you are so off base. Interesting that as employees, we want you to fucking leave us alone. Because we are trying to work so that we can get benefits. Not benefits from our rickety-ass government. The same government who screwing up Social Security. The same government who can't figure out how to lower our dependency on foreign oil. And the same ones that you all want to take over health care. Right.
And by boycotting us, who exactly are you going to buy your food from? Stop and Shop? Associated? Gristedes? And what kind of health plan do they give their illegal workers? Have you figured that out yet? Well, put the signs down and figure it out. Then get back to me... Later.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Is it possible to fall in love with a soap opera character? Because I have. I may have mentioned before that I am obsessed with a German soap opera called Verbotene Liebe. In said soap, there is a gay couple, Christian and Olli. Outside of Germany, they are referred to as Ollian. They have become such a huge hit on the internet because of one special person adding English subtitles and posting the videos up for all to watch. Thanks Nanna.
They have become such a bit hit in the U.S.A. that even Soap Opera Digest has featured them in an article. And now, with their popularity increasing, the creators of the show have given them a weekly vlog they call Chrolli... and translated into English. Can you say AWESOME!!!!
Anyway, the actors are so amazing. They have fully embraced their roles. Some have even questioned if there is more than just a professional relationship involved. I don't care. I am just in love with them. I am especially in love with the fact that they portray this relationship as the most stable one in the entire show. Other characters have even referred to them as the couple of the year. Friggin awesome.
Anyway, I am in love with both characters. I flip flop between being in love with one or the other. Until today. I just love them both. So, no, it's not possilbe to fall in love with a soap opera character. It's more likely that you will fall in love with two. Later.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
This weekend, my cousin Martha got married. My entire family attended. People from all over the country and the Philippines came. I attended my partner's grandmother's memorial. I had more fun than I would have if I had attended the wedding.
I am trying to figure out why I have such disdain for my extended family. My sister still seems to be able to tolerate them. She says she can't stand most of them. But she goes ahead and spends time with them. I am not even going to try to analyze that.
I do want to analyze why I have ZERO interest in being around my extended family. I thought about it for a moment: I would have attended the wedding if the rest of my extended family was not there. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I don't feel accepted by them. My homosexual partnership has lasted longer and has certainly been more blissful than any of their marriages. I wonder if I work hard on my relationship to prove something? I don't feel that I do but who really understands their subconscious?
Martha invited me and Mike to the wedding. She recognizes that my relationship is the equivalent of any heterosexual union. If not even better. I probably would have enjoyed being around her and her now-husband. But the truth is, being around the extended family is more than I ever want to deal with. The last time I was around them, they referred to my partner of 10 years as a "friend". I corrected them. But I am not interested in correcting them anymore. I know that I should probably educate them about who and what I am. I have before. I don't feel I need to anymore.
I guess the truth is, I don't really find most of my extended family interesting. I actually don't feel like their opinion matters. I share nothing in common with them. And, once, I thought about whether I would be friends with them if they were not blood. And the answer was, and still is, a big fat "no".
I was going to say that I was saddened by that. But I am not. That would require me caring about how they feel about me. I have given them a chance to be part of my life. But since they have not tried, I don't feel I need to. So I won't. I do find it sad that I had more fun at a memorial than I would have at a wedding. But so be it. I can't help that my partner's neurotic family is infinitely more entertaining than mine.
Maybe that's it. Maybe the fact that my extended family is boring is the reason I don't want to be around them. I think I will stick to that reason. Because the others can be depressing. Later.
I am trying to figure out why I have such disdain for my extended family. My sister still seems to be able to tolerate them. She says she can't stand most of them. But she goes ahead and spends time with them. I am not even going to try to analyze that.
I do want to analyze why I have ZERO interest in being around my extended family. I thought about it for a moment: I would have attended the wedding if the rest of my extended family was not there. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I don't feel accepted by them. My homosexual partnership has lasted longer and has certainly been more blissful than any of their marriages. I wonder if I work hard on my relationship to prove something? I don't feel that I do but who really understands their subconscious?
Martha invited me and Mike to the wedding. She recognizes that my relationship is the equivalent of any heterosexual union. If not even better. I probably would have enjoyed being around her and her now-husband. But the truth is, being around the extended family is more than I ever want to deal with. The last time I was around them, they referred to my partner of 10 years as a "friend". I corrected them. But I am not interested in correcting them anymore. I know that I should probably educate them about who and what I am. I have before. I don't feel I need to anymore.
I guess the truth is, I don't really find most of my extended family interesting. I actually don't feel like their opinion matters. I share nothing in common with them. And, once, I thought about whether I would be friends with them if they were not blood. And the answer was, and still is, a big fat "no".
I was going to say that I was saddened by that. But I am not. That would require me caring about how they feel about me. I have given them a chance to be part of my life. But since they have not tried, I don't feel I need to. So I won't. I do find it sad that I had more fun at a memorial than I would have at a wedding. But so be it. I can't help that my partner's neurotic family is infinitely more entertaining than mine.
Maybe that's it. Maybe the fact that my extended family is boring is the reason I don't want to be around them. I think I will stick to that reason. Because the others can be depressing. Later.
Friday, August 07, 2009
One of my biggest frustrations at work is that people want me to be frustrated. The issue is that people equate my calmness with un-productivity. I have just learned to channel my energy in a more productive way. And, for some reason, I have been able to take any difficult situation and use the energy to fix it, rather than become frenetic.
So, we're opening a new store. It isn't the first time. It won't be the last. But for some reason, the people who should be acting calm are not. Sometimes, I just want to slap all of them. I've been very vocal about it. And today, for the first time ever, I decided to make a political chess move.
I hate that I had to. But it had to be done. So, we'll see how that works out. But until then, I have some training to plan and execute. Call me when you get over yourselves and decide to help. Later.
So, we're opening a new store. It isn't the first time. It won't be the last. But for some reason, the people who should be acting calm are not. Sometimes, I just want to slap all of them. I've been very vocal about it. And today, for the first time ever, I decided to make a political chess move.
I hate that I had to. But it had to be done. So, we'll see how that works out. But until then, I have some training to plan and execute. Call me when you get over yourselves and decide to help. Later.
