Misfit After Midnight
Sunday, April 14, 2002
      ( 2:54 AM ) nightowl  
shivering and cold this night's conducive to a
flight into my soul but i stand here
though my heart grows bold
once on the inside i can quietly persist
and hold my tears
~ "Like a Radio" by Over the Rhine

It's been awhile.

The job is going along fine. There was a crazy woman I would have loved to have decked the other day. She made the word "motherfucker" hover on my lips, which is unusual since I usually don't say that word. (Fuck yes, motherfucker no.) But, other than that, it's fine.

I had a catharsis moment the other day and cut my hair. Chopped it right off. I had been wanting to cut it for awhile, but, I kept forgetting. I got out of the shower the other night and just started cutting. I cut a little more off than I had wanted to, but, it's hard to judge when I'm doing it, since my hair curls up so much when it's dry. So, it's short and cute. No more pigtails though.

I started reading James Patterson mysteries after seeing Kiss the Girls on TV. I enjoyed the movie Kiss the Girls, perhaps for the eerie atmosphere, perhaps because I like Ashley Judd, perhaps because of the well planned out plot. Maybe. So, I thought, "Heck, if the movie is this good, the book's got to be better?" Took a trip to The Book Rack, picked me up a copy of the first of the Alex Cross mysteries, Along Came a Spider (which I can see from the official movie webpage that they've butchered the storyline), and read that through. I went back and got Kiss the Girls. Damn it, there's 7 novels in the series. I guess I need to make friends with the library again. #



Wednesday, April 03, 2002
      ( 1:21 AM ) nightowl  
So, to continue on the "parental neglect" rant that I had a few days ago, I was watching The View today and they had on a guy who advocated the use of implanted chips in children to track them. All right, so, here's my feelings on this, with a bit of digression...

I was in the Aquarium one day and about tripped over two little kids, four at the most, who were both wearing harnesses and tethered to one leash. Now, I have a problem with this because:

1) I don't think people, which kids are, no matter how badly they act, should be put on leashes. A leash is something you do to your puppy, not your child. If you're raising a puppy, that's fine. If you're raising a kid, no leash.

2) The implied thought process of the parent is, "I can't watch both of my children, so, I'll tether them to me and each other so they're easier to control." Which would be fine, if that didn't logically lead to the question of "Why the hell can't you control your kids?" And even better: "If you can't control your kids, why are you taking them to the Aquarium?"

Of course, that line of questioning is sort of frowned upon. The implied statement behind "If you can't control your kids, why are you taking them to the Aquarium?" is "Bitch, if you can't control your kids, don't take them out in public." Which is of course very politically incorrect. But I don't care- if your kids are going to be a nuissance, don't take them out in public.
All right, so, you're going, "What the hell does this have to do with the implanted chip?" Well, I'll tell you. It's the same principle. If you can't control your kid, don't bother having one, because putting a chip in them is inhumane.

The chip would be used when the kid gets older, at an age when, surprise surprise, kids don't always go where they tell their parents they're going. But, Susie, shouldn't parents be able to know where they're kids are at all times?

Fuck no. And here's where this responsible parenting idea comes in. If you raise your kids right to begin with, they aren't going to get into the amount of trouble that kids who weren't raised correctly will get into. I promise you- if you instill good values in your kid, be there for him/her, and pay attention to your kid, he or she will do the right thing in the end. And therefore, you shouldn't have to have a chip telling you where the kid is.

Plus, a chip that tracks people has such broad implications later in life that no one in their right mind should even consider it. President Bush already wants to take away a bunch of rights pertaining to our privacy- I don't think linking my physical being to the government or some sort of tracking entity is a good idea.

I'm just never having kids.

And I'm never traveling to the Middle East, cause, god, those people scare me. It makes absolutely no sense. And there's nothing Americans can do about it. Nothing. Until both sides sit down, work it out themselves, nothing is going to change. And at this point, both sides could hammer out an agreement and you'd still have suicide bombers blowing up places because individuals are not going to care so much about a peace accord.

So...anyway...

I had a good day today. I wasn't on primary cash and got to do some of the day to day operations sort of things. I got to stock, cycle count (count inventory, basically), and assemble shelving. I wish every day could be like that. That's what I really like- sorting, stocking, shelving. I know I'll go back on Thursday and all the summer stock will be out and I won't be able to do any of it, but, maybe they'll let me do more cycle counting.

And I got new shoes! They're Sketchers Sports with an open back (mule/clog style sneakers) that are blue with glitter. They're very fun. And, as I was looking around on-line, I found a very amusing site:

www.gospelshoes.com

Really, truly amusing. #



Thursday, March 28, 2002
      ( 7:53 AM ) nightowl  
Ugh, Bill O'Reilly was just on Good Morning America and was spouting about "the corruption of America's youth" by the media- music, the Internet, movies, etc. His whole thing is that they should feel responsible for the ways in which their medium affects children. And not just any children, mind you, but children who don't have "guidance" and "direction." IE: Parents who don't pay attention to their children.

He just said, and I'm paraphrashing, that all children go through a rebellious time and if they have the guidance of parents, they get through that rebellious time much better than if they don't. He believes that the media is exploiting these children in order to make a profit.

Well, duh. The media exploits *everyone* at some point. Children, the religiously inclined, adults, old people, parents, teenagers, the disabled, the fat, the skinny, women, etc, etc, etc. For every select group of people, there is a medium willing and ready to exploit it. People who love gore watch Sci-Fi and Discovery Channel. Women love TLC's daytime lineup, as well as Lifetime's insane weep fest movie channel. Blacks have their own channel. Teens who like music have MTV. Sports fans have fifty ESPN channels...

Why not exploit children? Children are a GREAT source of money- especially today. They're working younger, they don't support themselves so they have disposible income to spend on movies, CDs, concerts, merchandise from said CDs, concerts, movies...

What Bill O'Reilly should really be concern with is why the parents aren't there to help guide their children through their rebellious stage. For every child that has guidance from parents, there is at least one out there that has parents who were irresponsible enough to have them. I'm sorry, but, if you can't take care of a kid in any respect, don't have them.

What? Surely their must be exceptions to my logic. What about single parents struggling to make ends meet? Okay, fine. Some of those situations are valid. Others aren't. If you're a single parent and you bring a child into the world, with full knowledge that you'll struggle financially and you won't be around to see your kid that much, you shouldn't have the kid. And the people who get divorced and are struggling, I feel for you. But you should work it out with your ex so that you make sure your kid is well cared for. And if your ex is a deadbeat, you work it out so that there's a grandparent around, or an uncle, or aunt, or neighbor, or someone your kid can trust and go to for advice.

And if you're a teen and you get pregnant or you get someone pregnant, for god sakes, step and do something about it. I'm not saying get married. I'm saying that if abortion is agreeable, do it. If adoption is good for you, more power to you- there's plenty of people out there who will take a baby. If you choose to keep the kid, that's fine, but be prepared to put your life on hold for the next 18 years because you'll need at least that much time to make a decent human being out of that new life.

I'm sure there are whole bunches of people out there that have issues with raising their kids. And that's fine. It's a hard job and no one's expecting you to be perfect at it. But for crying out loud, couldn't you try to do your best?

So, Bill, please, turn your inquisitive mind on the people out there who don't find time for their kids and stop blaming people for making a living. #



Wednesday, March 27, 2002
      ( 4:53 PM ) nightowl  
The rain that falls
Splash in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into...
The Space Between
Our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain
~ Dave Matthews Band, "The Space Between"

All Quiet on the Susie Front

I don't like Dave Matthews Band so much. After hearing them for an entire semester straight, I got kind of annoyed with them. But they at least have some decent songs at times. Creed, the other band I heard/heard about for at least a semester straight, is just plain awful. No good songs in the bunch. Too generic. At least the lyrics redeem Dave Matthews Band, as well as some nice melodies. Creed...Creed is just too trite- lyrically and musically.

Work's going well- Amy's still iffy, but, apparently, she's iffy with everyone. I'm getting more into a groove, figuring out things, etc. I had a few days off, which helped too. :)

Angie, Lori, and I went out last weekend, which was very nice. It was nice to chat with them and go out again. Even though Angie will be out of town, maybe the girls can do more stuff together. Maybe get Penny in the loop again.

That's basically it for now. #



Tuesday, March 19, 2002
      ( 12:41 AM ) nightowl  
Dear Jonathan,
I liked you too much
I used to be attracted to boys who would lie to me
And think solely about themselves and
You were plenty self-destructive for my taste
At the time I used to say the more tragic the better
The truth is whenever I think of the early 90's
Your face comes up with a vengeance like it was yesterday
~ Alanis Morissette, "Unsent"

That's about right, I think. That explains the whole...him...phase pretty well.

DSL is a very happy thing. I'm excited about having constant and fast access again. Dad's still going to use dial-up. ("Wah! I don't want to change my e-mail address!" Should have been using Yahoo! mail for some time now anyway...) *rolls eyes* Whatever.

Work's going....well, it's going. I'm not used to retail. If I thought people were insane before now, I think they're ten times worse now. (Besides, I'm getting it on all ends right now. I keep thinking, "Why does a little old lady return a $1.50, half eaten candy bar? Is the $1.50 that important to begin with? And if it was, why buy a candy bar?" These thoughts get replaced by, "Why are the Palestinians and Israelis so bitchy with each other? At what point will someone go, 'Gosh, it'd be nice to NOT KILL EACH OTHER FOR AWHILE!' I mean, Canada and the US don't have these kind of disagreements about Michigan...") It's the global and the local, all thrown into one big mess pondering.

One of my bosses is driving me crazy. Already. *shrugs* I'll just have to deal with my eye popping it's vessels until she goes on maternity leave.

And, oh, one of the housemates paged me the other night, I guess out of extreme boredom. Apparently she reads here, so, hi. Quite unexpected, kinda awkward. What are we supposed to talk about? "I'm still not sorry you guys were uber-bitchy to me and made my life hell. I'm still kinda bitter, so, this has to be short. Oh, and, hope you finally figured out how to put a dish away, cause, I'm pretty sure that bug up Amy's ass is going to stay there."

You know, I'm not sure why I feel the need to tiptoe around the issue anymore. It's not like any of us talk or keep up the pretense we're friends. One of the last e-mails I got was, "Where's our hub? And, come visit us to see what we've done to your room!" 1) I don't have it and if I did, here would be my logic: You leave stuff in the house for me and the other housemate who isn't coming back to deal with and you don't get it back, end of story. 2) Oh, yes, visiting what I've now dubbed "the house of horrors" is so something I want to do. I mean, it's right up there with spiking my nose with a paperclip or shoving an umbrella up my ass. It's not going to happen. Let's visit the scene of the worst year of my life, see what you've done to the haven I had there, and visit people who screamed and yelled at me for wanting to be cool or to use my own property. So, no, I'm not taking up the invitation.

But, you know, the sentiment is there and that's nice. Too little way too fucking late. But it's there. It's kinda like the letter the other one sent me before she went across the pond. "I just want to apologize for not sticking up for you when I thought you were right. I didn't want to get involved in the trouble." Yeah, cause, you weren't involved already, what with sharing a room with me and being best friends with everyone else. Cause, it wouldn't have affected you either way. Sure, okay. But, I didn't say any of that cause that would have been mean and stuff.

Instead, I said, I didn't want to talk about it because it's over. And it is. It's just when someone who sat at our weekly torture meeting and screamed at me such things as, "I think you should just shut up and put your TV in the living room!" and "I hate the air conditioner with the passion of a thousand burning suns!" up and pages me, wants to be all chummy and stuff, I get a little pissed off.

I mean, I had deleted them from my AIM, ICQ, and whatnot. I don't have their e-mail addresses anymore. I've blissfully forgotten the phone numbers at the place (not that I really ever memorized them- mental block or something). I don't contact them, they don't contact me. It's a happy arrangement. Until someone gets bored late at night and wants to pretend it's all okay.

BUT IT'S NOT! So leave me the fuck alone, 'kay?

Good. #



Monday, March 18, 2002
      ( 12:55 AM ) nightowl  
. o O

I'm lounging in an apricot chaise, clad in pink silk pjs, with some Enigma playing in the background. I'm in a bedroom, but, the ocean and hot tub are just a leisurely stroll outside.

At my feet is David Boreanaz, clad in his trademark Angel badass outfit- form fitting leather pants, soft looking dark sweater or cotton shirt. He's massaging my feet, gently rubbing the soles, in between the toes, releasing all the tension and stress I'm storing there.

Old school David Duchovny, glasses perched on his nose, is feeding me Graeter's coconut chip ice cream. We're discussing literary topics, both of us having degrees in English. We're having a good time, laughing and joking.

Boreanaz licks my toes and I giggle, ruffling his hair playfully, but then going back to discussing Dickens with Duchovny.

Rrrrowrrr!

O o .

Daydreams. #



Saturday, March 16, 2002
      ( 2:41 AM ) nightowl  
I was watching the Primetime Live special last night and was amazed at the Florida representative that actually went on TV. His statements about why gay couples shouldn't adopt really had nothing to do with gay couples, but rather his own lack of ability to think outside of gender stereotypes. For example, he would say something like, "Children of gay couples do not benefit from seeing their mother as more hesitant and cautious than their father."

Okay, what the fuck? The first issue I have with that is that that really doesn't have anything to do with being gay. One parent could be more cautious than the other. Secondly, heterosexual parents could differ in those areas. The father could be the more hesitant and cautious one. Case in point: my parents. My father is very conservative, very cautious with everything. Every decision is planned out. Mom on the other hand just throws caution to the wind, spends money, etc. When she was younger and less of a Nervous Nelly, she'd just pick up and go on long road trips.
And finally, heterosexual parents aren't always of different temperment. Maybe both parents are cautious and reserved. Maybe both are impulsive and outgoing. Who knows?

So, Mr. Ball's statements were totally unfounded, for many different reasons.

I also like the argument that gays shouldn't raise children because their children have a higher tendency to be gay. The argument breaks down when you start to think about it a bit in these terms: what's wrong with being gay? If nothing's wrong with being gay, then why should it matter if children of gay parents are more likely to be gay?

It's like saying that Republicans shouldn't have children because their children are more likely to become Republicans. If there's nothing wrong with being a Republican, then why is it a problem if their children are more likely to become Republicans?
And, of course, Channel 9 has to come up with a relevant story to run on it's 11'oclock news that night, so, they do a story on how it's easier for interracial adoptions to occur in Hamilton County now. *shakes her head in embaressment* Besides not being quite on topic (adoption is quite a broad topic, as is restrictions placed upon adoptions), this bothers me because it's like they're waving their arms in the air and going, "Yay! We're slightly less behind all the rest of the country in terms of race relations AND adoption!"

Puh-lease people.

And turning to race relations....

I'm so...horrified...by some of the actions in this city. It's terrible the kind of crap that goes on. I don't know what makes me more annoyed- the actual discrimination that takes place or the not so subtle attempts to sweept it under the rug by local officials who should most definitely know better. Case in point: the whole "prettying up Vine Street" effort.

I can see where the idea sprang up out of. There's this idea in the city that by improving conditions in the underprivileged areas of Cincinnati, we'll help solve racial problems. And, that is true to some degree. (I'd like to point out that Westwood isn't exactly the classiest part of town, but it's no ghetto or slum. There's plenty of racial problems out here in the 'burbs, but, you won't see any of that addressed simply because the area isn't overrun with vacant lots, trash, run down/condemned buildings, and lack of Kroger's. Even those areas that look pretty on the outside need work on the inside.) So, the bright idea is to put up flower boxes on windows on Vine Street. And it looks lovely in a photographic, dichtomy of povery vs. beauty sort of way. But it does nothing to change the attitude of the people around them. The little German woman next door to the black family isn't going to start treating her neighbor better simply because the family now has some flox hanging from their windows.

I get the idea that Cincinnati would like to turn Main and Vine Streets into a posh, pub-filled playground for the masses that have flocked to the 'burbs. This would help "revitalize" downtown, as The Banks project supposedly will. That's all nice and great except that this is Cincinnati. Nothing productive happens in Cincinnati.

It's amazing that the Bengals' stadium was built and in operation by my junior year of college. They only voted on it in my sophomore year of high school. The Reds' stadium hasn't even been built yet. The Banks suffers from Cincinnati Beaucraticitis- the funding, the planning, the implimentation, and opening of the whole shabang will happen six to ten years after it should have reasonably been completed.

Why do I say this? The Reds' and Bengals' stadia are the biggest examples of how Cincinnati has failed in their planning so far. To see a success story, one only has to look across the river. The Newport Aquarium sprung up seemingly overnight. It took me quite by surprise. A private company came in, bought land, built an Aquarium, opened it, and made it the biggest attraction in Cincinnati at the moment. It has more visitors than probably than either of the professional sports teams in the city can claim and has provided a huge economic boon to the surrounding areas. Not only that, the Newport on the Levee complex has recently opened and a slew of other projects are being planned. What great divide is the Ohio River that Cincinnatians just can't seem to emulate their Kentucky brothern?

And what about this boycott that's going on? Oh, don't worry- I have an opinion on that too.

I'd like to see the boycott work. I honestly would. It'd be a really cool thing to see a group of pissed off black people usurp the conservative, Catholic white rite that plagues- yes, I said plagues- our city. Why a plague? They're the ones that vote, have the money, and hold a very slim majority. (I'm sorry- I don't consider anything under %60 a "vast" majority.) With the black population in Cincinnati in the %40 range, they have a VOICE- a loud one at that, since all the good little Catholic school girls and boys that make up a good portion of the white rite can't vote yet.

Here's the deal though. I live with two conservative, Catholic bred white Westwood citizens and I realize what the boycott is actually accomplishing. Instead of making the whites realize that they're being bigots and should stop, it's driving them further into their stereotypes and prejudices against blacks. Here's a statement I heard recently in my house: "The boycott just hurts *them.* It takes away *their* jobs and it's not affecting us." Them and their being used in subsitute for "the blacks." The basic point: whites are thinking, "Look at those stupid blacks- they're shooting themselves in the foot."

It's that kind of thinking that isn't going to make the boycott succeed. But maybe that's a short term consquence. I'd like to know what the whites thought of the Montgomery bus boycott at the outset.

And, kind of a side note on the boycott. Why target mostly black performers? Sure, they seem like an easy choice and I'm totally cool with black performers going, "Yeah, this is crap. I'm not playing there." But, wouldn't it be great if WHITE performers stood up and said, "Uh, yeah, that's wrong- I'm not playing there." I'm not saying they should get a medal or anything for standing up for what they believe in, but, it'd be a more powerful message. (Especially since your whites who think blacks are shooting themselves in the foot are probably more likely to go, "Yeah, those black performers are sticking together with their 'brothers.'")
Should I even tackle Afghanistan right at the moment? Oh, why the fuck not? I'm rambling tonight- might as well get this all sorts of out in the open.

So, does anyone else squirm when Bush starts going, "Yeah, there's this Axis of Evil (TM) and we're going to go after them and their little dog, Al-Qaida, too!" It's kinda scary to think that this former crackhead, Republican underachiever is suddenly the man who's leading us into what could potentially be a long term war situation.

And not only that, who wants to be in a long term war situation to begin with? Why did this suddenly become the Salem Witch Trials of the 21st century? Everyone and his uncle is part of Al-Qaida, or at the very least, they're suspected of being part of Al-Qaida. I'm so glad I'm not an Afghan right now- I'd hate to be on the brute end of a US trained task force for weeding out potential Al-Qaida members.

Is it really our job to tell other countries, "Look, you find the potential terrorists hiding in your country or else we will for you." What kind of authority do we have to do that? And what kind of military action and further terrorist wrath are we going to incur because of it?

And when is this shit going down, anyway? God help me, not before the next election. It's really a shame that Bush has such a high approval rating. I'd hate to be the Democrat going up against him. Of course, campaigning might be where Bush falls apart (if he hasn't already)- keeping together a war, domestic affairs, and a campaign might be too much for the boy to juggle at once. (Though, I'll admit, it's not really juggling until you hit three objects. Two is just throwing them back and forth without dropping them.)

And it's incredibly obvious to me why people from other countries hate Americans. We are greedy, self centered, arrogant, and plain ignorant of other countries and their issues. This is quite apparent from watching late night TV. Jay Leno puts on a never-ending parade of idiots in his Jay Walking segments who personify ignorance. Bill Maher puts on overly educated people who still persist in modeling ethnocentricity.

I have to give Politically Incorrect some credit- I get horribly frustrated watching the show, not because of the bickering that leads no where (though, that is annoying too), but because Bill will preface an argument for dissenting opinions by saying something like, "We should just all agree to start with the premise that America is the greatest nation in the world." Well, no, actually, we aren't the greatest nation in the world. We might have some great qualities. But that doesn't mean we are the greatest.

We can't just quantify something like that. To say that would be to discount the other countries that have thousands of years of history, culture, and influence. We've had a measley two hundred and change years worth of existence. Granted, we started being influential right away- kind of the bad kids over on the other side of the pond corrupting the good kids over in Europe kind of deal. But, with our problems, we have no right to call ourselves the greatest.
Pen's boyfriend, Eric, likes to play songs by Corporate Avenger that have such punk/goth/angst as "Christians Murdered Indians," "Taxes are Stealing," and, I think, my personal favorite, "FBI File." Now, why do I bring this up? Well, "Christians Murdered Indians" is basically a rant about how Christians lie because they slaughtered innocent Native Americans. Well, yeah, okay. But that's not quite the whole story. That's one side of it- the side that hasn't really been sited as much as the dominant story.

And there's something to be said for the dominant story. Christians did conquer a good portion of the world. Whether or not they were better overall than the people they conquered, there was at least one thing that enabled them to beat the shit out of the lossing party. And that might not be right, but, that's the way it is.

And that might seem bitchy, especially since I say that America isn't the greatest and that other cultures- even the ones we fight against- have value. These things might seem condrictory. But, here's the deal: I'll remember that the conquering party wasn't perfect, that the conquered party had value, and eventually, I'll try to get a whole, complete picture.

But to go off and say, "Christians Murdered Indians," with it's offensive nature, pissed off attitude, and broad assumptions that ALL Christians murdered Indians is misleading and wrong. Not all Christians murdered Indians. Some Indians murdered Christians. Granted, there were probably more Indians murdered by Christians than the other way around, but, to be fair, we can't say all were guilty or innocent one way or the other.

And how's this related to current events? Eventually, the history for this war with Afghanistan will need to be written. I take that back- it is being written by the media and probably more importantly, the government. Unlike in previous military actions, the government is carefully selecting what info to share with the media. And the media is carefully selecting (per ratings) what material to spread to the public at large. What info we're getting is filtered through so many channels that even if we're getting quotes, we're not getting them intact and in context.

And in America, what we're getting is predominantly pro-American, which is not totally unexpected. It's not fashionable to dissent at the moment, which makes me a bit nervous too, since this is an issue we should be highly critical of. We should be evaluating whether or not bombing a country into oblivion and killing innocent people are an appropriate actions.
So, to say that all Afghans are terrorists is wrong, as is saying all Muslims are radical and out to kill us. We need to look at both sides of the coin- perhaps we're not respecting their religion and their views, perhaps they shouldn't have killed a bunch of us. Give a little, take a little. Remember that there are at least two sides to every story and that neither is more valuable than the rest.

And boy do my shoulders ache. I think I've been pretty tense during this diatribe. Time for sleep. #



Tuesday, March 12, 2002
      ( 11:50 PM ) nightowl  
Zoomtown called and they're going to send me the DSL router and whatnot early since they don't have to come out and install anything. So, they go back up a teeny, tiny notch in my estimation again. (Not enough for me to actually like them, mind you.)

I really need to start cracking on that whole grad school thing. I'm procrastinating big time. *sigh* I should have taken the GRE in January, but, I was lazing about. Maybe I'll do that soon.

I'm in this horrible state of flux between being really horny and really pissed off at people, with no in between. Of course, with me, there is no inbetween. (That's one of the reasons I think I miss out on the full range of human emotion sometimes- everything's either very drab or very exciting. There's no just contentment, no middle ground for me. )

Of course, I'm migraining right now, so, I think I'll take some pills and possibly try to sleep it off. Even though oversleeping is the cause of the migraine. *sigh* #



Monday, March 11, 2002
      ( 6:19 PM ) nightowl  
So, Cincinnati Bell is populated by crack whores who apparently make policies that are designed to frustrate the costumer to no end.

I signed up for Zoomtown and Fuse today. Here are the things that I thought were stupid about the process:

1) They made my login name my mom's maiden name @fuse.net because that's the name on the account. They didn't even ask if I wanted that as the login name.

2) They didn't give me the router package. Instead, they're going to Fedex it to me. What kind of bullshit is that? No wonder all the services cost so much- they want to ship stuff to me within the city, whereas you used to just go, "Hi, this is my account. Give me the package" and they happily gave it to you. (Or, they gave it to you happily but you got pissed off because they fucked you over in some other way. This is Cincinnati Bell.)

3) I tried to call the damned store to find out if I get my package before I traipsed back over and instead of talking to humans, they give me the menu that I have to navigate. Then, when I finally get on hold to talk to someone, a message comes up that says, "All of our costumer representatives are busy. Please leave us a message so that we can get back to you. *beep*" What the fuck? I wanted to talk to a human and goddamnit, I'm talking to a human. So, I just went to the store. I don't want to be forced into leaving a message. I want the option of waiting because goddamnit, if I leave a message, I know they're never going to get back to me.

So, fuck Cincinnati Bell. If they weren't the only telephone service provider around, I wouldn't deal with them.
And! Mom and I went into a store to look for work shirts. I really just want a nice, soft, cotton turtleneck. Instead, all the store had were short sleeved, non-turtlenecked shirts. Mom made the fatal mistake of asking the woman if she could find what we wanted.

I hate that. One, if I wanted help, I'd ask. Two, as soon as I asked, Mom has to stand there, give a description for twenty minutes, then drag me around the store as the woman holds up possibly every plain white, long sleeved shirt in the store. Finally, I walked out. I may work in retail now, but, that's not going to dampen my hatred of sales associates who want to show me everything in the store when I know damned well what I want isn't there.

And I've only been up five hours. There's plenty of time for the whole day to be completely rotten. #



Sunday, March 10, 2002
      ( 11:14 PM ) nightowl  
So, if yesterday's post seems a bit much like a cry for companionship and me reaching out to the human race...

Well, fuck that.

One day in retail hell just makes me want to murder people. By the time of my hour lunch, I was ready to kill the next person who walked up to me. By the time I left for the day, my back ached, my feet killed, and god, my nerves were wearing thin.

Once I get the hang of the stupid cash register and everything isn't a pain in the ass anymore, I think things will pick up and not be a trial by fire. Of course, then, it'll just be a matter of dealing with the stupidity of people.

Such as, one little old lady who insisted on returning a candy bar costing $1.50. And who seemed truly indignant that I made her fill out the paperwork for a return. Or the woman who went to place a bag of returning merchandise on the counter and promptly dropped them, shattering the glass contents. Ooops.

Or, the Table Guy, who came in four times today complaining about how we sold him the wrong table leaf. Eventually, my manager told me that he had been putting the leaf in the table incorrectly. Dumbass.

Grrrr....argh! #

      ( 1:20 AM ) nightowl  
And maybe, I'll find out
A way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you, through the darkest of your days
If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all
Then I hope there's someone out there
Who can bring me back to you
~ The Calling, "Wherever You Will Go"

I love these sappy love songs. I often feel like I'm missing out on the full range of human emotions. I don't know if I've ever felt love like this, or that someone has felt that way about me. I'd like to think so, but, more and more, I think that is wishful thinking and that *he* never really loved me in the right ways. He didn't respect me, didn't really want to be with *me*. He wanted the idea of me, not who I really am.

I want the fairy tale. I'm not so naive as to believe in such things anymore, but, I do know that I've been indoctrinated into this suburban, Catholic myth that when I grow up, even if I'm educated and gainfully employed, I'll have a husband, children, a house in the suburbs, minivans and the like. Picket fences and impatients in the front yard. And even though I increasingly realize that this is just never going to happen, I still stomp my feet and want to have it all, the American Dream as realized by Cincinnati politics and ethics.

But perhaps I don't want exactly the Cincinnati Dream. I'd settle. I'd like someone to badly sing lyrics to me, just so I know how special and important I am. I want to feel the flush and embaressment of being overwhelmed by the love someone else has for me.

Rarely, so rarely, did *he* ever make me feel like that. One night, naked in bed, gazing up at him, half-lit from the streetlights outside, did he look me in the eyes and tell me how beautiful I am and how much he loved me. And it was so overwhelming that I cried.

I'm not bitter about him so much anymore. If he couldn't love me and respect me, that's fine. He could still be the most influencial person in my life, but, it's not really important anymore whether or not he loved me.

I guess I just want to experience it *sometime* in my life. Until then, I can just live vicariously through these sappy songs. #



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