Rock Haus

So so SO wrong...

I wouldn't even eat this on a dare

Thanks

To all who posted or called with their well wishing for my Mum and myself.

Surgery was a success, Mum's recoveing well. I'm probably gonna be going to Massachusetts for a visit when she gets out of the hospital in a week or so.

You all totally rock.

FYI

Mum just called to tell me in that cute little la de da way of hers that she's going in for heart surgery on Friday morning. So if I'm quiet for a few days it's because I'm busy freaking the fuck out and worrying.

She should be fine, it's not that big of a deal, but it also wasn't supposed to be a big deal the last time she went in a few years ago, when she almost died.

So I'm gonna keep all my panicked rambling to myself.

Back soon.

Stop the madness!!

Wacko Jacko is at it again

Feeling better today.

Passed out last night some time shortly after 9 last night (saw just enough of CSI Miami to hear David Carruso deliver his cheesy one liner before the opening credits - in this particular episode, a rapper had just been killed and it was mentioned that his murder would most likely improve his record sales "Yes" said David, peering at a bullet he held in a pair of tweezers "number one (dramatic pause) with a bullet" (cue theme song by the Who) - I like this show but my god, some of the things they have come out of this mans mouth make me absolutely cringe with embarrasment for him - like it's not bad enough his character drives a Hummer and he has to go through life looking like that....) woke up some time right around 2am...fell back to sleep some time around 4, woke up shortly after 8. Am officially well rested. I'm sure you're all quite relieved.

Tomorrow I go speak with yet ANOTHER loathesome recruiter. I don't expect much, but am hoping they can at the very least kick me some temp work.

Is everyone having a nice day? Tell me a story, I'm bored.

grrrrr

Let me preface this by saying that I've had 3 hours of sleep, I'm in a bad fucking mood, and have no patience...NONE...seriously, I have NO sense of humor today, I am indignant, mad at the world, and frankly, I should have just waited to go do this tomorrow when I'm slightly more rational, but I didn't want to give them the chance to fuck things up AGAIN.

That said.

Foremost Dry Cleaners - right next to the Damen Brown Line stop - they will lose your clothes, and then when they find them, they will neither apologize for the inconvenience nor make any attempt at restitution in the form of say, a discount. And there is NEVER a manager there, so when you are becoming increasingly irate because the girl at the counter, upon realising that your ONE SOLITARY GROWN UP BUSINESS SUIT THAT YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO REPLACE, is nowhere to be found can only stand there going "No I'm sorry it's no here. You sure you didn't pick up already??" there is NOBODY there in a management capacity to assist. They finally found my suit, at a different location, and called me to let me know. I picked it up today, they charge me full price. I balked at this - am I wrong in thinking that I sould have gotten a discount? at the very least a "we're sorry for the inconvenience". Fuckers. anyway, my bitching was repeatedly answered with "no sorry - 7.95". Again, no manager available to speak to. I briefly entertained the notion of just grabbing and walking out, but I was already being enough of a bitch I didn't want to be THAT person. So I paid it. They lost my suit and then made me their bitch.

*Most of the jobs I have held have been in some capacity, customer service based. Good customer service isn't difficult. No matter how much of an assole someone is being, it is part of your job to be helpful, when a customer has a problem, you FIX it, or at the very least PRETEND to TRY. You can be thinking about how great it would be to see this person pushed in front of an express bus, you can be thinking to yourself "MONKEYS WILL FLY OUT OF MY ASS BEFORE I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU AND YOUR STUPID FUCKING PROBLEM" - *HOWEVER* - as I said - you pretend to care. A customer is far easier to deal with when you seem concerned. So when I am met with blank stares, and suggestions that I'm some sort of moron who picks up her drycleaning and then forgets about it, I get pissed. And I hate being that customer.

So in closing - SCREW YOU FOREMOST CLEANERS. You may be the most conveniently located dry cleaner, but I will not be darkening your doorstep ever again. Y'all can BITE ME.

Be warned - snarky insomniac rambling to follow.....

Went to bed around 2:30-ish tonight after a few beers at Carols with Hamstress and Mr. Chris, just assumed the beer would work its magic and I would fall to sleep. It was not to be. Tried for a good 2 hours too - nothing - wasn't even able to achieve a good doze. It's now almost 6am. I threw in the towel. I brewed some coffee and decided to just stay up. Not like I have anywhere to be, right?

You know, I must say, I'm actually really looking forward to getting a job, I want the routine, I want a reason to get up too early to go to - a place I can bitch about at great length. I want a regular income. I want to know that if I should happen to be hit by a bus, I wont have to go to the poor people hospital where crackheads go to die. I want to get this job shit out of the way so I can get the fuck on with living my life. Of course once I get the new job, I'm still gonna stick with gig #2 - cool folks, easy pocket money, and I've gotta keep my street cred after I'm once again a part of the big corporate machine (and it's not like I have anyone special to keep my evenings open for - that sounds mopey and bitter, but frankly at the moment, I really just can't be arsed - add to that, not once but TWICE this week I was suddenly and unexpectedly reminded that I make VERY bad decisions in that arena and probably shouldn't leave the house unmedicated) plus, once I have a real job, I wont HAVE to work every show that runs into town. Which means no more DJ shows, hip hop, trance or otherwise. That'll be cool.

In the meantime I must muddle through.

This concludes the "bitching about shit that matters" portion of this entry.

So I've got the telly on to keep me company, and since I'm just in no fucking mood for the news at the moment, I was delighted to discover Family Ties on channel 50. Crap show, yes, but just because I'm awake doesn't mean I'm all together here, and therefore - it hit the spot. It was a later episode, where they had the little kid Andy (presumably to fill the "small cute child" void left when Tina YOthers hit adolescence and got to be taller than Michael J. Fox - although really - was she ever cute? Not really. One of the ugliest children I ever saw, in my opinion) To get to my point. Little Andy - played by Brian Bonsall - in my insomniac haze, I wondered (as I'm sure you are wondering now) what ever happened to the cherubic little imp? Imagine my shock and dismay when I discovered this.

stabstabstabstabstab.....

Wanky UK Trance DJ show at work tonight. A *legal rave* essentially.

I hate:

Trance "music" and the people who like it.

Stupid underage kids who get all lippy when they are caught drinking, are consequently thrown out, try to sneak back in, and once again, get lippy - you're lucky we didn't have your stupid ass arrested, probably wouldn't be quite so cocky after a night of being manhandled in a prison cell.

Glowsticks and the accompanying stupid bastards who dance with glowsticks

Euro-trash who when getting their wristbands ask "if dis is for ze beer - where we get de bands for ze coc-eine? hahahaha"

People who give me attitude because after 4 hours of constant "thumpthumpthump", being shoved out of the way like a piece of fucking furniture, having beer spilled on me, and being hit by a door, I'm not miss mary fucking sunshine. Sorry pal - I'm having a long night - usually all my wristbands are accompanied by a cuddle and if you're cute, some over the trousers fondling. Shut the fuck up and get out of my face.

Stupid frat boys who almost punch me in the face, thrusting their hands at me for wristbands. I wonder just *how much* trouble I would get in if I kicked you square in the nuts..."I'm sorry, I thought you were going to punch me in the face - reflex action - honest mistake..."

The fact that this stupid fucking show ran too late for me to go get a drink afterwards.

This show could ahve been far more enjoyable if the security staff had been equipped with stun guns or at the very least, blackjacks.

What I found really astonishing, was the percentage of the crowd that were over 30 - YOU PEOPLE SHOULD FUCKING KNOW BETTER!!!

Another silly name generator...

My stoner name is Visene Vixen.

Non-practicing, mind you.

Timeline Thursday Three...

What were you up to 15 years ago?

That would be the summer of '89 - I was taking a couple of summer classes at the Maryland Institute, I had just started going to the Mt Royal Tavern, I was dating a complete fuckwit/drugdealer* named Thomas that I met at a party at the Hour House...good times - good times.

*I was doing a fair amount of drugs that summer too...

How about 10 years ago?

Had just graduated school, was shacked up with Mr. Chris at his flat on Cathedral Street, once again dating a man named Thomas except this one was wonderful in every possible way...actually at this point, as we are in the middle of July, I may have already packed up my belongings and my cats into a Uhaul with Mr. Chris and his posessions and his cat, kissed Thomas goodbye, and moved back to Massachusetts...I can't be completely certain of the dates. All I know is when I think about that summer, I miss Baltimore, and the lovely folks I know who still live there.

5 years ago?

Was mired in Retail Hell down on the Mag Mile...had recently parted ways with the future Mr. Susan... planning my escape from Retail Hell...lusting after someone who although still dear to me - SO not appropriate...

Yeah that's a pretty weak thursday three. tough.