A trek to the west side
Mar. 20th, 2004 03:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksI'm writing this up on the backroom computer in Le Shack, which I'm fairly certain is a huge no-no, but apparently the keys I carry make me the highest ranking officer on this ship since the manager is out sick, so there. I have the power and I choose to blatantly break the Shack laws.
I'm more and more positive I'm going to get fired over that mysteriously overbalanced drawer reading from last week, but I'm less worried about being out of a job (hello?? this job? not exactly brain surgery) than I am having a bad mark on my resume. And, for the record, I totally did nothing wrong. Goddamned absentee manager and lack of drawer experience. Overall shoddy running of the ship, if you ask me.
Anywho, just came back from the GLBT Expo at Jacob Javitz. Slightly tangential - there really is *no* B in the GLBT community. Or at least there was none on display at the Expo. Plenty of G and L, and a smudge of T (with people asking if you were born a man or a woman), but like zilch B. Is it because all the B's can "pass" in straight society while the G's, L's and T's can't? I think I'm onto something. There needs to be like a bi- mixer or something. Or not. I'm just bitching for no reason.
It was alright. It was funny when I started walking towards the place - it turned out that there was some sort of other function going on at the same time on the upper level of Javitz involving what seemed like half the population of India (and I'm allowed to say that because my mom is half-Indian). It was great seeing these (seemingly) conservative Southeast Asians interspersed with the patrons of the Expo. I actually was toting around a few dozen copies of my resume but I only got up the nerve to hand it over once, to a Wachovia Bank Rep. who sort of wigged me out. I'm sure I wigged him out too, with my stammering and what-have-you, trying to figure out whether I should just e-mail the damned thing or hand it to him. Now I think I should have been totally confident about the whole thing and been like "Bam! You want a star, you got a star". Oh well. My middle name shall always be "Regret" (has a nice ring to it, don't it?).
I didn't manage to catch any of the musical acts (I really wanted to see Kevin Aviance) but I picked up a ton of information pamphlets. The Expo was just like the Car Show, and any other Expo held at Javitz Convo.: you walk around, sign up for free stuff (thereby giving up your personal information and your soul), pick up papers you're most likely never going to read, lather, wash, rinse, repeat. I did learn about some really interesting HIV vaccine studies going on, and I signed up to participate in a couple.
I sorely underestimated the amount of time I would spend in there and the amount of time it would take to get back to Queens, so I arrived to work 2 hours early. That's why I'm back here breaking the law breaking the law breakin'... oh, yeah, sorry. I'm beat. I need to go home and sleep.
I'm more and more positive I'm going to get fired over that mysteriously overbalanced drawer reading from last week, but I'm less worried about being out of a job (hello?? this job? not exactly brain surgery) than I am having a bad mark on my resume. And, for the record, I totally did nothing wrong. Goddamned absentee manager and lack of drawer experience. Overall shoddy running of the ship, if you ask me.
Anywho, just came back from the GLBT Expo at Jacob Javitz. Slightly tangential - there really is *no* B in the GLBT community. Or at least there was none on display at the Expo. Plenty of G and L, and a smudge of T (with people asking if you were born a man or a woman), but like zilch B. Is it because all the B's can "pass" in straight society while the G's, L's and T's can't? I think I'm onto something. There needs to be like a bi- mixer or something. Or not. I'm just bitching for no reason.
It was alright. It was funny when I started walking towards the place - it turned out that there was some sort of other function going on at the same time on the upper level of Javitz involving what seemed like half the population of India (and I'm allowed to say that because my mom is half-Indian). It was great seeing these (seemingly) conservative Southeast Asians interspersed with the patrons of the Expo. I actually was toting around a few dozen copies of my resume but I only got up the nerve to hand it over once, to a Wachovia Bank Rep. who sort of wigged me out. I'm sure I wigged him out too, with my stammering and what-have-you, trying to figure out whether I should just e-mail the damned thing or hand it to him. Now I think I should have been totally confident about the whole thing and been like "Bam! You want a star, you got a star". Oh well. My middle name shall always be "Regret" (has a nice ring to it, don't it?).
I didn't manage to catch any of the musical acts (I really wanted to see Kevin Aviance) but I picked up a ton of information pamphlets. The Expo was just like the Car Show, and any other Expo held at Javitz Convo.: you walk around, sign up for free stuff (thereby giving up your personal information and your soul), pick up papers you're most likely never going to read, lather, wash, rinse, repeat. I did learn about some really interesting HIV vaccine studies going on, and I signed up to participate in a couple.
I sorely underestimated the amount of time I would spend in there and the amount of time it would take to get back to Queens, so I arrived to work 2 hours early. That's why I'm back here breaking the law breaking the law breakin'... oh, yeah, sorry. I'm beat. I need to go home and sleep.
