Whisper...such a kick-ass song...
Aug. 10th, 2004 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksYou know the semi-conscious state you slip into right before you go to sleep? Where you end up feeling and hearing things that definitely aren't there? Last night when I was heading off to sleep I swore there was a child's head snuggled in the crook of my neck. Saying it was pleasant is the understatement of the year. Saying it was very very cool maybe isn't.
No, I'm not getting all maternal (well, more maternal than I already am). Before heading to work I babysat my newest cousin for a bit. It wasn't a real babysitting gig, seeing as the meeting my aunt and her husband had planned fell through and they stayed in, but I still got paid in scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, toast, and a check (which I sorely needed, seeing as I'm running on nothing at the moment). The company was a nice change of pace (I absolutely adore their house), but having to wake up at 6:30 to trek over there for 8:30 wasn't. Work was...work. Draining enough that I just sat in Dunkin Donuts afterwards for a good bit, too sapped to deal with the junk at home.
Today was another early day, seeing as I had to head down to the Main Street Sheraton for a Radioshack meeting of some sort. The 7:30 wake up had me none too chipper. The whole thing was about Radioshack's introduction of Monster Cables to its A/V accessory line-up. We were prepped for the brainwashing by an "intro" clipfest of older celebrities wishing Monster a happy anniversary of some sort. Like I gave a flying fuck. All I have to know is how to pawn the crap off on suckers willing to spend $1/foot on it. I liked how the facilitator announced near the beginning how people are willing to spend more for brand name products that standards that perform just as well (although he didn't say they performed just as well - it definitely was implied though).
During the break (which was such a total gyp - the managers had a meeting before us that was shorter, and they were provided with coffee, tea, juice, and muffins; when we came in all that stuff was taken away, and the ten minutes they gave us for break wasn't nearly enough time to grab something to eat) I made it my business to try some Bubble Tea at a local store (a link to more info if you have no idea what I'm talking about). Hells, I was in Flushing, Queen's Chinatown (or Asiantown, if you want to be politically correct), I figured I owed it to myself to see what all the fuss was about. I ended up with a coffee/black pearl one, because I was much too much of a chicken to try the more traditional taro, green tea, or red bean flavors. Well...I'm unimpressed. I expected the tapioca to be sweet, but the pearls are relatively bland. The novelty lies in slurping up the concoction through a massive straw, and chewing after/during the swallowing. After the first few chews I swore I'd chuck the entire mess, but after a few swallows I sort of shrugged and figured it wasn't THAT bad. Think lightly sweetened coffee milk with marble-sized balls of thick gelatin. Sounds bad,doesn't it? Eh. It's an experience that I don't care to repeat. Or spend $3.25 on again. Definitely something to go halfsies for.
On return to the meeting, more of the same boring "Sell Monster Cable, rahrahRAH" shit. Another hour on top the hour and 40 minutes beforehand. I (and most of the class) amused ourselves by looking for and finding and giggling at any homoeroticism we could find in the facilitator's presentation. The time when he knelt down, called a male worker from the crowd, and asked him to hold the mike close to his mouth took the cake. Oh yes, I'm all of 12 years old.
After the presentation it was off to work. Lovely. Just what the doctor called for: ten straight hours of Radioshack. Towards the end of the shift I found myself getting seriously riled up at a Spanish-speaking customer one of my co-workers was dealing with that kept having to call up his daughter so that she could translate for us. So much so that I had to head in the backroom and just sit until he left. It wasn't that he didn't speak the language, don't get me wrong, it was that he was dead set on being a difficult sell, and after agreeing to a plan upgrade he all of a sudden changed his mind after we'd be working on him for 15 minutes. Fuck. It seems so ridiculous now. It IS ridiculous now, but I was so tired and burnt out that I really wanted to pelt something at his head. Preferably a container of Bubble Tea.
Tomorrow's my off-day, but I have to wake up early again in order to head in for an interview at a bookstore right across the street from Hunter. The pay's shit, but it's something, at least. I really can't put up with Radioshack anymore, and the Academic Assistant people have yet to call me back.
No, I'm not getting all maternal (well, more maternal than I already am). Before heading to work I babysat my newest cousin for a bit. It wasn't a real babysitting gig, seeing as the meeting my aunt and her husband had planned fell through and they stayed in, but I still got paid in scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, toast, and a check (which I sorely needed, seeing as I'm running on nothing at the moment). The company was a nice change of pace (I absolutely adore their house), but having to wake up at 6:30 to trek over there for 8:30 wasn't. Work was...work. Draining enough that I just sat in Dunkin Donuts afterwards for a good bit, too sapped to deal with the junk at home.
Today was another early day, seeing as I had to head down to the Main Street Sheraton for a Radioshack meeting of some sort. The 7:30 wake up had me none too chipper. The whole thing was about Radioshack's introduction of Monster Cables to its A/V accessory line-up. We were prepped for the brainwashing by an "intro" clipfest of older celebrities wishing Monster a happy anniversary of some sort. Like I gave a flying fuck. All I have to know is how to pawn the crap off on suckers willing to spend $1/foot on it. I liked how the facilitator announced near the beginning how people are willing to spend more for brand name products that standards that perform just as well (although he didn't say they performed just as well - it definitely was implied though).
During the break (which was such a total gyp - the managers had a meeting before us that was shorter, and they were provided with coffee, tea, juice, and muffins; when we came in all that stuff was taken away, and the ten minutes they gave us for break wasn't nearly enough time to grab something to eat) I made it my business to try some Bubble Tea at a local store (a link to more info if you have no idea what I'm talking about). Hells, I was in Flushing, Queen's Chinatown (or Asiantown, if you want to be politically correct), I figured I owed it to myself to see what all the fuss was about. I ended up with a coffee/black pearl one, because I was much too much of a chicken to try the more traditional taro, green tea, or red bean flavors. Well...I'm unimpressed. I expected the tapioca to be sweet, but the pearls are relatively bland. The novelty lies in slurping up the concoction through a massive straw, and chewing after/during the swallowing. After the first few chews I swore I'd chuck the entire mess, but after a few swallows I sort of shrugged and figured it wasn't THAT bad. Think lightly sweetened coffee milk with marble-sized balls of thick gelatin. Sounds bad,doesn't it? Eh. It's an experience that I don't care to repeat. Or spend $3.25 on again. Definitely something to go halfsies for.
On return to the meeting, more of the same boring "Sell Monster Cable, rahrahRAH" shit. Another hour on top the hour and 40 minutes beforehand. I (and most of the class) amused ourselves by looking for and finding and giggling at any homoeroticism we could find in the facilitator's presentation. The time when he knelt down, called a male worker from the crowd, and asked him to hold the mike close to his mouth took the cake. Oh yes, I'm all of 12 years old.
After the presentation it was off to work. Lovely. Just what the doctor called for: ten straight hours of Radioshack. Towards the end of the shift I found myself getting seriously riled up at a Spanish-speaking customer one of my co-workers was dealing with that kept having to call up his daughter so that she could translate for us. So much so that I had to head in the backroom and just sit until he left. It wasn't that he didn't speak the language, don't get me wrong, it was that he was dead set on being a difficult sell, and after agreeing to a plan upgrade he all of a sudden changed his mind after we'd be working on him for 15 minutes. Fuck. It seems so ridiculous now. It IS ridiculous now, but I was so tired and burnt out that I really wanted to pelt something at his head. Preferably a container of Bubble Tea.
Tomorrow's my off-day, but I have to wake up early again in order to head in for an interview at a bookstore right across the street from Hunter. The pay's shit, but it's something, at least. I really can't put up with Radioshack anymore, and the Academic Assistant people have yet to call me back.
