every once in awhile, this young man and i get off at the same subway stop in the mornings. perhaps we both use this stop every day, but it is only once in awhile that i see him and that we will end up in the same configuration as we did today: him in front of me on the UP escalator.
sometimes i will walk quickly by him and go on my way, but today i am wearing leggings, and i feared that i would only be doing him a favor by putting my ass in view [not bragging about my butt..but let's face it, man's gonna stare.]. now, the reason i normally try to speed past this guy is because he STARES AT ME ALL THE TIME. and i'm not talking zoning out in such a way that it seems he is staring at me. this man, hunched over with his hood up, repeatedly, rePEATedly will turn around on the escalator and look at me. i've made eye contact with him, and there is nobody behind me, ever, so i know that those eyes are for me. it is SO. GODDAMN. CREEPY. today i found him walking up the escalator until he saw me behind him, then he stopped. so i stopped. and he turned around at least 5 times. this escalator is not large. i tried to make my best 'what the FUCK are you doing, turn around and stop staring at me' face. it didn't work. he got off the escalator, made sure to turn around once more, and went on his way. when i arrived at the top, i found him rounding the corner at a sprint. he was running so fast that i didn't see him again. this was all fine and dandy, 'cept then i was afraid he was hiding in a corner somewhere waiting for me to pass so he could follow me and keep staring.
so i kept looking behind me.
...it's that kinda sitch.
anyway, a lesson to all you fuckin creepers out there..
STOP STARING. JUST STOP IT! YOU ARE CREEPY!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
dear groundwork, start working.
i work directly above a coffee shop in hollywood called Groundwork.
due to my proximity to this caffeine haven, i routinely stop in for some brew, a tasty mocha, or, for those days when i just need my carbs, a sesame bagel.
in addition to the longer than acceptable amount of time it takes a bagel to make it through the toaster, they've never toasted my bagel correctly, so i've begun just grabbing a bagel and toasting it upstairs, myself. this also saves me a bit of time, so i can be 5 less minutes late to work.
recently, there has been a new girl working the counter.
she's got dark brown hair, tied up in a mop, lisa loeb glasses, and a toothy grin. she's always smiling..at the boys. and i get it, good customer service = more customers. chat up your customers..when it is APPROPRIATE. and i can guarantee you that 10am on a tuesday morning is NOT the appropriate time.
when there is a line 8 people deep and you are the only one working the counter, small talk takes a back seat to making sure your customers are properly taken care of in as timely a fashion as possible. i've worked in food service before. i've worked at a busy busy. busy. cafe. i've worked the register. as soon as you've got an order in, you're on to the next. no time for chit chat during rush hour. you had better be moving your ASS.
-do not pour someone's iced coffee as though you were pouring it for yourself on a lazy sunday afternoon.
-do not sift through the pastries and bagels trying to find 'the perfect one' when they're all going to look exactly the same once inside your indifferent customer.
-do not stand there and lean on the counter while the boy you are helping signs his receipt. you do not need this to complete the transaction. it is finished. you could be apathetically pouring the next customer's iced coffee by now.
-do not come to work for a week with henna-stained hands. they make you look dirty.
-when you chirpily say hello to your coworker and she doesn't give you the time of day, take the hint.
-when you turn to the fridge to take out an egg for a sandwich, do it as FAST AS YOU CAN and be DONE WITH IT. there are people that can not be bothered to wait the 60 seconds it's going to take you to turn back around and get your bearings.
-and when i've been standing in line for 10 minutes and have finally received my bagel, take the $1 i'm holding out for you. it's exact change and the receipt you are so carefully guiding out of the register for somebody else to sign can most likely make it out on its own. i'm late for work.
GOD. you make me so ANGRY.
due to my proximity to this caffeine haven, i routinely stop in for some brew, a tasty mocha, or, for those days when i just need my carbs, a sesame bagel.
in addition to the longer than acceptable amount of time it takes a bagel to make it through the toaster, they've never toasted my bagel correctly, so i've begun just grabbing a bagel and toasting it upstairs, myself. this also saves me a bit of time, so i can be 5 less minutes late to work.
recently, there has been a new girl working the counter.
she's got dark brown hair, tied up in a mop, lisa loeb glasses, and a toothy grin. she's always smiling..at the boys. and i get it, good customer service = more customers. chat up your customers..when it is APPROPRIATE. and i can guarantee you that 10am on a tuesday morning is NOT the appropriate time.
when there is a line 8 people deep and you are the only one working the counter, small talk takes a back seat to making sure your customers are properly taken care of in as timely a fashion as possible. i've worked in food service before. i've worked at a busy busy. busy. cafe. i've worked the register. as soon as you've got an order in, you're on to the next. no time for chit chat during rush hour. you had better be moving your ASS.
-do not pour someone's iced coffee as though you were pouring it for yourself on a lazy sunday afternoon.
-do not sift through the pastries and bagels trying to find 'the perfect one' when they're all going to look exactly the same once inside your indifferent customer.
-do not stand there and lean on the counter while the boy you are helping signs his receipt. you do not need this to complete the transaction. it is finished. you could be apathetically pouring the next customer's iced coffee by now.
-do not come to work for a week with henna-stained hands. they make you look dirty.
-when you chirpily say hello to your coworker and she doesn't give you the time of day, take the hint.
-when you turn to the fridge to take out an egg for a sandwich, do it as FAST AS YOU CAN and be DONE WITH IT. there are people that can not be bothered to wait the 60 seconds it's going to take you to turn back around and get your bearings.
-and when i've been standing in line for 10 minutes and have finally received my bagel, take the $1 i'm holding out for you. it's exact change and the receipt you are so carefully guiding out of the register for somebody else to sign can most likely make it out on its own. i'm late for work.
GOD. you make me so ANGRY.
Monday, March 9, 2009
beatlemania forever
chris and i are sitting in the living room listening to recordings of beatlemanias past.
god i miss them.
[i am aware i've used this photo in the past..i believe in referring to the swooning women at a gavin degraw showcase..don't confuse the two.]
god i miss them.
[i am aware i've used this photo in the past..i believe in referring to the swooning women at a gavin degraw showcase..don't confuse the two.]
Saturday, March 7, 2009
finally.
i pick up matt from the airport in 5 1/2 hours.
he's been on tour in australia for the past 2 1/2 weeks and i've missed him terribly.
i can't wait.
he's been on tour in australia for the past 2 1/2 weeks and i've missed him terribly.
i can't wait.
Friday, March 6, 2009
oh yoooo hooooo
so you know when you're REALLY wanting something, and then you get it, and it seems sooo much better than usual?
well this morning i was walking to the bus stop and i sat down and i was sooo thirsty. i hadn't had anything to drink before i left my house, and the 8 minute power walk made me really hot. so i was feeling dehydrated as a mofo. i sat on the bench and stuck a straw into my box of chocolate soy milk. now, this shit tastes delicious any day, any time, but this morning, on THIS particular morning, i felt like i was gulping from a box of YOO HOO. i haven't had yoo hoo in YEARS.
yoo hoo is SO. SO. good. so immediately, memories came flooding back from the days when kristina and i would sit around her house and drink from those little yellow cardboard boxes. that girl was obsessed.
before i knew it, my straw was making the inevitable 'your drink is gone' sound, so i stopped trying to get at the dredges, and got up to throw it in the trash.
i wish it had been a carton of yoo hoo.
well this morning i was walking to the bus stop and i sat down and i was sooo thirsty. i hadn't had anything to drink before i left my house, and the 8 minute power walk made me really hot. so i was feeling dehydrated as a mofo. i sat on the bench and stuck a straw into my box of chocolate soy milk. now, this shit tastes delicious any day, any time, but this morning, on THIS particular morning, i felt like i was gulping from a box of YOO HOO. i haven't had yoo hoo in YEARS.
yoo hoo is SO. SO. good. so immediately, memories came flooding back from the days when kristina and i would sit around her house and drink from those little yellow cardboard boxes. that girl was obsessed.
before i knew it, my straw was making the inevitable 'your drink is gone' sound, so i stopped trying to get at the dredges, and got up to throw it in the trash.
i wish it had been a carton of yoo hoo.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
red hookers for life.
every day at work i check the daily freeman to see what's going on in my hometown of red hook, ny. yesterday i was surprised [or was i?] to find that mike potts and his father had been arrested for carrying 119 packets of heroin. could this possibly be MY mike potts? the mike potts that called in a bomb threat to linden ave middle school while i was sitting in ms strever's 8th grade math class? the mike potts that i begrudgingly square danced with back at mill road, our long sleeves pulled down over our hands? [i do still feel bad about that.]
indeed, it is my mike potts.
i immediately sent an email out to my closest girl friends from high school: look what he did now!
i don't think any of them were all that surprised, but it sparked a short email conversation that in turn updated us all on another one of our high school classmates, pat dunn.
pat dunn FINALLY, after, what, 5 years? quit working at village pizza and is now working in woodstock as a cable guy [thanks, k]. this is a good thing.
he is also still dating lindsay pomerantz, which we know thanks to nina's diligent facebook stalking.
we've now covered guidance counselors, kim tedaldi's lord & taylor commercial, and the fact that macashin is now a conductor on metro north..
it's fun to be in touch about the little things from home. who's dating who, who's working where, who's in jail now..i realize how much i miss sitting around with these girls and gossiping every day in the lunch room or in nina's bedroom or even at village pizza. i hope this little correspondence will spark many more in the near future :)
i love you, girls!!
[tried to find an old school picture of the joint, but red hook isn't too technologically advanced and there aren't many photos up online..]
indeed, it is my mike potts.
i immediately sent an email out to my closest girl friends from high school: look what he did now!
i don't think any of them were all that surprised, but it sparked a short email conversation that in turn updated us all on another one of our high school classmates, pat dunn.
pat dunn FINALLY, after, what, 5 years? quit working at village pizza and is now working in woodstock as a cable guy [thanks, k]. this is a good thing.
he is also still dating lindsay pomerantz, which we know thanks to nina's diligent facebook stalking.
we've now covered guidance counselors, kim tedaldi's lord & taylor commercial, and the fact that macashin is now a conductor on metro north..
it's fun to be in touch about the little things from home. who's dating who, who's working where, who's in jail now..i realize how much i miss sitting around with these girls and gossiping every day in the lunch room or in nina's bedroom or even at village pizza. i hope this little correspondence will spark many more in the near future :)
i love you, girls!!
[tried to find an old school picture of the joint, but red hook isn't too technologically advanced and there aren't many photos up online..]
i can do it
i have yet to make as many posts in a month as there are days.
march will be the month.
i promise.*
*but if this doesn't happen, please don't hold it against me.
march will be the month.
i promise.*
*but if this doesn't happen, please don't hold it against me.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
ding ding
today i heard a sound i had forgotten i had missed for all of these months.
the announcement of the ice cream man.
every afternoon around 5pm up until, oh i don't even know..october? a man with a big straw hat would roll his ice cream cart down the street, ringing his bell. he would come all the way down my driveway, which is good because it gives myself and the youngsters in the apartment beneath me enough time to grab some money and catch him before he's gone. i resisted the urge today, as i had just stuffed myself with food, but BOY..had i missed the sound of that ice cream bell, or what?
the announcement of the ice cream man.
every afternoon around 5pm up until, oh i don't even know..october? a man with a big straw hat would roll his ice cream cart down the street, ringing his bell. he would come all the way down my driveway, which is good because it gives myself and the youngsters in the apartment beneath me enough time to grab some money and catch him before he's gone. i resisted the urge today, as i had just stuffed myself with food, but BOY..had i missed the sound of that ice cream bell, or what?
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