Memos from December 2002

My Tongue… Ouchies

As you know, I have been work­ing with this trans­porta­tion com­pa­ny answer­ing phone calls and sched­ul­ing peo­ple for inter­views for a PT posi­tion with them all over south­ern Cali. Mean­while, all of these hol­i­day gath­er­ings (i.e. Christ­mas din­ners, gift exchanges, etc.) have been occur­ring dur­ing the recent weeks. And food, DAAAAMN OOOH FOOD! is just com­ing on every direc­tion; bet­ter yet—IT’S FREE FOOD!

Any­ways, I guess with all the food fes­tiv­i­ties, my mouth has kin­da been doing some rig­or­ous exer­cis­es chomp­ing on food, and talk­ing on the phone dur­ing work. I think it was on sat­ur­day late night, that I acci­den­tal­ly bit my tongue. THAT FREAKINHURTS! I was bleed­ing a bit—pretty nasty stuff.1

Well, it got kin­da worst today when I woke up and went to work. It was sting­ing every time my tongue’s right-side would touch a part of my mouth’s inner-walls. I think that side of my tongue is bruised or some­thing, I don’t know—it just freakin’ is, and it stings like every time I’d pro­nun­ci­ate some­thing to a per­son on the oth­er side of the call. I was think­ing of things to make it get bet­ter, so I decide to go to baskin robin’s after lunch today. Had two scoops of ice cream: rocky road, and gold medal mar­ble. Yum yum.

I should have known bet­ter, eat­ing pas­ta and too much of baskin robin’s ain’t too good for the first meal of the day. So I frig­gin’ dropped some kids off at the pool twice with­in the span of an hour and a half dur­ing work. What a relief I tell you. If you are ever in a sit­u­a­tion where you are to mod­est to go shit in a pub­lic bath­room (i.e. at work), then you are just kid­ding your­self. It’s just like say­ing that girl’s don’t ever mas­tur­bate. Well yah, that might sound a lit­tle tan­gent but I’m just try­ing to prove a point that it ain’t blas­phe­my.

I don’t real­ly know where this is going thus far but it’s just going. Any­ways, I get home after work today at 5:30pm. Decid­ed to take an “hour nap”. Made the smart choice of not turn­ing the alarm on, and woke up at 8:50pm—daaaaamit. So yah, I’m here sit­ting at home, exer­cised, grubbed, AIMed, watched tv/movies—I would say it’s been a pro­duc­tive day even though I had an “hour nap” and my tongue just bugs the hell out of me.

From my mind to yours, Hap­py New Year’s Eve… “be excel­lent to one anoth­er” and I’ll catch y’alls on the up-side next year!

  1. Not real­ly, but yah… more like a baby scratch []

What to do, What to do

joe c.: i’m bored
me: tulare still?
joe c.: yups
joe c.: what’re you doing tomor­row for new years?
me: go cow tip­ping or some­thing
joe c.: ha ha ha…cow tipping…that’s orig­i­nal
joe c.: =P
me: going to have lunch in nor­walk (dad’s side of fam) then watch a movie/eat chi­na­town
me: bet­ter yet…spray the meat cows black and white, and the milk cows—brown
joe c.: LoL!
joe c.: HA!
joe c.: that’s actu­al­ly pret­ty fun­ny

Phone Ring Ring Ring…

As you know, I am doing temp work with a com­pa­ny as a phone oper­a­tor tak­ing calls and call­ing peo­ple up to set inter­views for a employ­ment posi­tion. When I call peo­ple up, I hang up after a cer­tain num­ber of rings if they don’t have an answer­ing machine/vmail fea­ture (i.e. after sev­en).

So I got a “wrong-num­ber” today from some dude call­ing the apart­ment. I said, “I think you got the wrong num­ber”. He said, “sor­ry… thank you, bye.” So I hang up, and he does too. Then a few sec­onds lat­er… I get anoth­er call (think­ing its pro­l­ly from him again), so I did­n’t both­er check­ing.

This guy—foo just stayed prac­ti­cal­ly on the line try­ing to hit the vmail/answering machine (which we don’t have) for prac­ti­cal­ly TWENTY RINGS. I was like, hmm­mm… should I just pick up and hang up? I was pret­ty much, “DUDE!!! c’mon, hang up after four if the answer­ing machine don’t pick up.”

has this ever hap­pened to any­one else? or, how about any oth­er tele­phone sto­ries that you might have?… spill it.

Life on the Line

Wow! I nev­er thought call­ing peo­ple and answer­ing phones could make time go by fast. I start­ed a new tem­po­rary job assign­ment this week with a com­pa­ny as a phone oper­a­tor. Basi­cal­ly, I would answer the calls and fill-in peo­ple for inter­view appoint­ments. Fun stuff!

Any­ways, the com­pa­ny is locat­ed about two exits down the 5 free­way from our pad here in Tustin; so the com­mute does­n’t real­ly take that long to get there. How­ev­er, with the trav­el being on the ever-so chang­ing 5 free­way, it is an adven­ture to dri­ve to work every­day; you nev­er can real­ly say that there would­n’t be any type of traf­fic.

One day, it would be a fast 5–7 minute com­mute. The next day, it could go up 10–17 min­utes when there is an acci­dent on the right side of the road—and every-freakin’-one just stops/slows down their dri­ve to take a peak on what the com­mo­tion is all about. Freakin’ idiots if you would agree; I mean, that is why acci­dents hap­pen… peo­ple don’t pay atten­tion to what is in front of them.

They should make some kind of mask that makes dri­vers only view the road, and hin­der their vision to “acci­dents”. Some­thing along the lines of what hors­es wear, but this one just masks “acci­dents”, so it pre­vents rub­ber-neck­ing and all of that traf­fic/­post-acci­dent relat­ed ter­mi­nol­o­gy-stuff.

Any­ways, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Tow­ers just came out today. The roomies and I went out last night for a roomie-xmas-din­ner thingy at cheese­cake fac­to­ry at the Irvine Spec­trum. As came out of the park­ing lot, we passed by the the­aters and saw a crowd of hob­bits. Well, yah… weirdos =p Any­ways, it’s amaz­ing how peo­ple like to see the first show­ing of trilo­gies. For exam­ple, Star Wars, Indi­ana Jones, Har­ry Pot­ter, and now—Lord of the Rings. I give them props to stand­ing when it was freez­ing as hell.

Mean­while, I’m just sit­ting here at the apt. and wait­ing for Joe­ma­ma to get some pos­si­ble tix from the Irvine Spec­trum for a show­ing of the Two Tow­ers. Hope­ful­ly, he gets lucky enough—so to Joe­ma­ma, good luck and thanks for going to the spec­trum right after work.

From my mind to yours, don’t honk your horn at peo­ple who had the right of way in the freeway…when you are merg­ing to THEIR lane—I hate those people…freakin’ mini-van noo­bie.

Facts about the Greek system

All but two Unit­ed States Pres­i­dents since 1825 have been fra­ter­ni­ty men.

76% of the Nation’s Con­gress­men are Greek.

85% of all For­tune 500 exec­u­tives are Greek, includ­ing 43 of the top 50 CEOs.

71% of all men list­ed in “Who’s Who in Amer­i­ca” are Greek.

Fra­ter­ni­ties exist on over 650 cam­pus­es.

71% of all fra­ter­ni­ty men per­sist to grad­u­a­tion. (As com­pared to 50% of non-fra­ter­ni­ty men.)

85% of all U.S. Supreme Court Jus­tices since 1900, includ­ing the first woman to be appoint­ed, San­dra Day O’Con­nor, and the 2nd woman to be appoint­ed, Ruth Bad­er Gins­berg, (Alpha Epsilon Phi) are or have been Greek.

Greeks annu­al­ly vol­un­teer upwards of 850,000 hours of com­mu­ni­ty ser­vice and raise over $7 mil­lion for char­i­ties.

Greek alum­ni sup­port to their alma maters rep­re­sent 56% of the total raised… all this while Greeks rep­re­sent only about 2% of the total U.S. pop­u­la­tion.