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Yesterday one of my coworkers asked me if I was "mod." How can I look mod when I work somewhere where I wear a tie and such to work every day?
I think the only person I've ever met who I'd describe as mod is Stan Obklobzija (sp?!)
My supervisor at work has more than once called me "Eric" by mistake. This is rather odd because she has no way of knowing that that is my little brother's name. And this has happened before. Odd.
On the radio yesterday they mentioned several times that Pakistan's Musharraf has finally scheduled elections... but they ALWAYS preceded this statement with "Bush called Musharraf yesterday ... and he's subsequently scheduled elections!" As if Bush calling him had anything at all to do with it. Seriously people.
Starting work at 9am feels so late, I have time to hit snooze a few times, lollygag, write lj entries... (= I'd eat breakfast but for some reason I am never even a little bit hungry until I've been awake for an hour or two.
So.
I went a week without updating. Gotta keep it all up in your face!
Last Wednesday there was finally an Aggie Article about Case 31. I'm trying to resist the urge pick it apart, but I don't know where these references to "Student Court" came from. There hasn't been any references to a "student court" in more than an ASUCD-generation.
I spent most of the week in hermit-like seclusion working on a paper about the decline of the Roman Empire.
Then Friday was Cinco de Mayo. I celebrated by drinking by myself in my room.
By Saturday I desperately needed a change of scenery. So I headed down to San Francisco, to visit Mara (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
blueashes).
Now the thing with San Francisco, is driving around there is always a hellish experience. They have these street signs you find nowhere else in the world. Some lanes are reserved for trollies, or something ... taxis seem to obey their own rules entirely. Streets are set up like a grid, but somehow through the use of one-way streets and unholy magick, the entire thing is a labyrinth.
In addition to getting directions from Mara , I pulled up googlemaps and examined the area in both the map mode and with satellite overlay so as to get maximum familiarity with the cursed roads of SF I'd have to navigate.
As soon as I came off the Bay Bridge onto the SF penninsula it was out of control though. Almost immediately the freeway unexpectedly split in two with no indication which side was which. I chose the right side but it soon became apparent that I had chosen the wrong one as I ended up too far south without passing the exit. I had to exit, travel parallel to the freeway a few blocks to find an onramp in the other direction.. get new directions from Mara. Then key streets definitely didn't have signs identifying them.. anyway, I survived.
Anyway, she lives in the Mission District. We walked down Haight Street, visited "Hippie Hill" at a park at the end of the street (golden gate park?). Then as we returned we came upon Mara's flatmate with her dog at another park and hung out there for awhile (where Megan --who came to Davis with Mara that one time and on picnic day-- caught up with us). Sasha is a pretty awesome doggie. Her repetoire of tricks include licking sleeping people's faces on command and giving people hugs.
Then we returned to Mara's place and played Settler's of Catan, because we're awesome like that.
That evening we went to some of the bars in The Mission and caused a ruckus. Most noteworthy of all though, is my estranged former best friend Alberto, who hasn't answered or returned any of my calls in four years, actually textmesseged me in response to the messege I left him saying I'd be in town. It read "stop calling me asap" -- no not really! he actually told me where he was working, implying I should stop by, but I didn't realize I had messeges until the very end of the evening.
Kritsy was also in SF on Saturday, hanging out with her sister.
On Sunday Kristy went to "Rock It" at The Grad, and totally rocked out.
Monday marked two and a half years since Kristy and I began dating. When I met her she had a boyfriend of three years -- it seemed like they'd been together for ever. Then they broke up ... and eventually we started dating, and I still felt like I'd never rival her previous relationship .. but now, holy crap I'm catching up. Who would have foreseen such epic lovered?
Tuesday (today) I worked at the courthouse. It looks like I might get moved up to working on case management conferences directly under a judge. Also there was a bit of a ruckus today.. some guy was being arraigned on bomb threat charges or something and the place was crawling with reporters. They kept trying to sneak recording equipment in, much to the angst of the guards.
I happened to be coming out of the Courthouse when I see a reporter interviewing people, a reporter who is none other than Stan Obklodzija!
Not quite sure what was going on but presumably it'll be in the paper tomorrow.
Picture of the Day
Megan & one of Mara's neighbours
Related
Pictures of/by both Kristy & I in SF on Saturday
Kristy's entry on Saturday - in SF
Kristy's entry on Rock It
Kristy's entry today - a funny conversation, + misc
Kristy's photos of bailey & the bunny entry
Several Events
Jul. 20th, 2003 11:53 am Friday night Robin Kivlen had a party. It was pretty for awesome. Now Robin I have known since 4th grade I believe, though we have gone to seperate schools most of the time since.. but we've hung out like once a year in that time... so all these people at his party were like "hey I met you once three years ago." It was weird. And then a few Diedrichs kids showed up, namely Olivia, and Alyssa.
Most of the kids were Capo graduates. Lets review: Robin's friends - from Capo HS; Diedrichs kids - from Capo HS; Liz's friends who I hung out with all last summer - from Capo HS; where did I go? - Mission Viejo HS. I swear I should just start wearing a Capo HS shirt or something.
There was this guy Brad whom neither he nor I could convince certain people we were not brothers, and they instead were trying to guess whether or not he and I were TWINS. Way weird. And there was this dude Reno who is like the OC version of Stan I swear: (A) he purportedly ALWAYS wears a suit (B) he can be easily compelled to sing the soviet anthem while drunk. Hmm I think I'll put the soviet anthem on right now.
And then of course there was Laura:
Girl: This is Nigel*
Laura: Yes I've met him before [departs, other girl wanders off shortly]
Me: .....was that... the girl I spent the whole time talking to at that one party a year or two ago?
Robin: Yes.
Annnd then I was emo. I had spent the whole time talking to her at this one party and then she somehow convinced me to dance using her devious female ways, and my complete inability to dance immediately overcame the previous hours of conversation and caused her to abandon me and flee. I totally hadn't recognized her though.
Then there was Wild Rivers on Saturday morning. The general overview goes along the lines of: swim for two hours (inservice), idle about, swim for another hour (deepguard "tryout"), work, swim for another half hour (swim break), work...
I did the deep tryout rescues (even though I'm already deep, and have already done deep "area training," which also involved extensive swimming, we have to tryout every year) with David Jeffry, the newest supervisor. We wasted soo much time and had altogether too much fun swimming around in the wavepool. At that time there were about a dozen people in the stronger wavepool ("hurricane harbour" I think? None of US ever call it that, its just the "farther wavepool," and no, six flags stole the name from us), ALL of whom were employees. It was way funny.
Sometimes we have someone rotating around giving people "swim breaks" whereupon they go swim in the aforementioned wavepool for 15 to 30 minutes. Usually its a set amount of laps or something but this time it was entirely undefined.. I was told "just float around for 15 minutes or something" so I frolicked for awhile.. unfortunately I had just eatin though. And on that note Wild Rivers now has the bessst hot dogs omg.
Also I determined that I definitely do have more seniority than about two thirds of the supervisors.
Eric from The List (citizene) is down for the weekend, so after coming home for about fifteen minutes from work I headed out to cause trouble with him. We went to Diedrichs and chilled with the crew there, then we all proceeded up to Top of the World, where the usual kind of festivities transpired, only with Eric in attendence.
Then we went back to Diedrichs to get the free pizza hut, which we were successful at. Various people showed up to return to their cars, among them Jessie, and Anna who talked about how this guy whose nickname is apparently "HIV" tried to hit on Anna and how the totally approved of Mike the Horrible Human. Which brings up a subject which I think makes him twice as bad as if he were just a complete asshole. He is totally nice to any female he thinks he might be able to bone. Like.. and good enough at it that he seems sincere to them.
We spent about an hour talking and trying to think of something better to do, eventually going to taco loco at like 1:30. The End.
*my name is Nigel, didn't you know?
rescues saturday: 1
career rescues: 67
Picnic Day
Apr. 12th, 2003 09:18 pmSo Diane, Annie, Tom and I first tried unsuccessfully to get down to the Oslon tunnel again but the buildings were all locked up.. we then played roller-swivel-chair in the secret room in the Freebornian basement. Good times.
So right now the four of us are kickin it at Annie's place, she and Tom are drawing cartoons (he's a cartoonist for the Aggie). And _I_ am updating my livejournal. Yes I'm awesome! Annie just drew the most AWESOME cartoon (which of course will run under Tom's name heehee. Check it out on "probably wednesday" or Thursday. It involves SQUIRRELS -AND- JACKSON PRITT!). We all have livejournals here, how cool are we?
And of course we are for TOTALLY procrastinating getting ourselves to the party at The Usual Place / The List House / "The Stockmarket Crash - Invasion of Poland House" (according to Stan Obklobzija, as his way of remembering the address, 2938 Loyola). Hopefully we'll get there eventually and adventures will be had.
undersproul
Mar. 15th, 2003 08:28 pmFriday was also of course the end of all winter quarter classes. Now we have a week of finals, a week of spring break, and its back to school.
Oh I also randomly decided to explore the basement of Sproul, having once while exploring the basement of Olson found a floor plan which showed an underground tunnel between sproul and olson, and having determined that this tunnel certainly couldn be reached from the Olson side (and having heard from someone that the doors are one-way so that teachers can go from their sproul offices to olson classrooms without going outside, but students couldn similarly enter sproul). While I found an area that was somewhat interesting and probably meant to be restricted (thoguh I don't recall passing any signs), I couldn't find any sign of said passageway. Very odd. It was clearly on the floorplan. Further investigation shall ensue.
Set Your Belshaw Guns On Stun!
Mar. 5th, 2003 01:43 am Alright well once again I shall be updating for like.. the previous week. Hopefully henceforth updates will once again proceed in a more or less daily manner.
WEDNESDAY (02/26/03)
School, work 5pm to like 2am. Good times. Got a ride home with Jennifer the Server.
THURSDAY
School, work 5pm to like 2am. Good times. Don and Jennifer the Server and I got our drink on at Don's after work...
FRIDAY
...woke up at 10am on my livingroom floor. I was supposed to catch a 7am bus into San Fransisco for the UC Berkeley Model United Nations (MUN) Conference (UCBMUNC). Presumably I was trying to get to my room when I passed out five feet from my door the night before. Reflecting on these things I declared myself straight edge (sXe) and drew Xs on my hands with sharpie.
Took the 14:15 intercampus shuttle to Berkeley, and the BART into San Fransisco. Total trip cost me like $7 and three hours tops.
Committee is kinda bogus; everyone is already in final stages of working out resolutions on the topic of small arms trade in the Caucasuses (I'm representing the United States on Disarmament and Internat'l Security Committee (DISC)).
Hung out with Sally (whom I met at the CALMUN conference last quarter) and her friend Mara (Kuwait in my committee) from Saddleback College in the evening ("you've only been here two hours and you ALREADY have women???" - Janet). Saddleback College being of course the JC that 56% of my High School went to after graduation, two members of their delegation (Shab and (Sn)Ackbar) had been in MUN with me in HS. We wandered from room-party to room-party as the various parties got broken up by hotel security and new ones formed up. Being the dedicated sXe boy that I'd newly become I shocked myself by being sober all night, though admittedly a succumbed to the temptation of a small amount of wine while at my Chair's party. Sally, Mara, the rest of the UC Davis delegation and I ate at a cafe before retiring for the night; and by acclamation we all declared that Paul Amnaypayout is henceforth forbidden from drinking.
In true MUN style there were eight people in a room and four people in a bed. Admittedly usually we keep it at three per bed, but these four people were all skinny enough..
SATURDAY
MUN all day pretty much. MUN is so wonderful. No really.
During lunch, while marauding for food with the Saddleback crew I ran into Alberto. Alberto the ONE person I know who lives in San Fransisco. Alberto the guy that was my best friend from 2nd grade to 12th. Completely uncoordinated, I hadn told him I was coming to town and didn't have any idea where in the town he habitually lurked. Crazy.
As the end of committee grew near of course things became less serious. I declared myself to be the "Imperial States of America" with the motto "Sovreignty is just a matter of manifest destiny." When it came time to nominate people for "superlative" or "joke" awards at the end of committee, I think I was nominated for every single one of them; "most likely to be under the table at saturday night activities," ("if they only knew why you missed half of committee" -Israel (In MUN one tends to refer to the other delegates as the countries they represent)) I almost won "Most Evil" but Iraq and I both lost out to Australia...
Saturday night activities took place at this place called Sinbad's down by the warf. Once again I proved my awesome dedication to being sXe by succumbing to a madori sour that Mara was drinking. Can you blame me, it was a madori sour, I mean come on! Even Sally was drinking which was crazy cause she like.. NEVER drinks. Hung out with the Saddleback kids again that night.
SUNDAY
Closing ceremonies at UCBMUNC in the morning. Proceeded home via automobile. Was home for half an hour before I had to leave for work. Discovered via email that I'd been selected to moderate the
Ran into my uncle Mike (who lives about a hundred yards from me) as I walked to work. He was riding his bike to the UC Davis Airport to help Uncle Ben unload parts of an airplane he'd just gone on a roadtrip to pick up from somewhere else. My family is so weird.
So after an hour walk arrived at work. Rather than the usual tremendous understaffedness, we were somewhat OVERstaffed, on account of a large number of personnel having been transferred from the Vacaville IHOP. I made sandwiches, it was good times.
Though I had been quite clear in both talking to the manager Paul, and in what I wrote on my availablity sheet -that I could only work two days a week and not before 5pm- Paul scheduled me five days the upcoming week, all 3-11. I therefore quit at 11pm. He never ever gave us breaks either.. I didn really care cause I'd eat enough while working to remain content, but its all part of a larger pattern of a you-can-go-screw-yourself attitude toward employees on the part of management.
MONDAY
School, worked on paper for CRD1 (Community and Regional Developement) "The Community." My paper was about the underground music scene in Davis. Good times. Interviewed Stan Oklobdzija, Amy, and Annie for the paper, as it required at least one interview.
TUESDAY
finished paper just in time for class. Was actually late for class on account of the line in the computer lab. Psha on that.
Five of us arrived at the ASUCD Supreme Court meeting, I guess a sixth was in the building elsewhere, I ran into him right after the meeting dispersed, so we were only really missing two people. One of those two was the interim chair however, and the rest of the Court couldn decide whether we were even able to meet without the interim chair. Yes, the other justices are shining beacons of decisiveness and initiative. Returning home much later I found an email from the interim chair that read "Hey, ya'll! Because Jade has failed to get me any of the information necessary to hold a productive meeting, tonight's meeting is cancelled. I expect to have everything for next week's meeting. Thanks, Sarita."
Proceeded from the Court meeting to the IRSA meeting to be briefed on the North Korea forum.
Kristy from CRD Discussion decided we were going to become good friends today. Officially. Silly Kristy.
Now I am totally going to sleep.
*A "Belshaw Gun" is used to make pancakes.
This last week
Feb. 24th, 2003 01:41 amTHURSDAY
The Student Focus political party won our ASUCD elections (the President/VP and five of the six open senate seats), and the proportional voting amendment passed. The four independant candidates took the last four places in the results, Told You So (where's my "I told you so" lawyer? (= ). I mean, if I can't do it, who can? hehe j/k. But yea, for those who don't know (/don't go here?) UC Davis has a stronge Two Party System. Its bogus. The proportional voting system that just passed should help fix that though. The parties are Lead (pronounced "led," unless your a leadite yourself and then you say "lead") and Focus/Unite (Lets just call them focites).
And then of course the closed session to remove the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court was SUPPOSED to occur today but it was cancelled for the third week in a row.. this time however it was because the Chairperson resigned this morning rather than face the hearing. I told you I'd have her head on a platter. Did I? I better reread my livejournal. But I know I told some people.
Then I had work 3:30-10:00. I forget what we did this day (writing this sunday) specifically but we're still training at this point. Confirmed that one of the servers there is indeed Claire from last friday. Interesting.
came home sometime after ten, got a ride from Don. Arriving home I learned via AOL IM that there was a Student Locust victory party. Err um Focus yea Focus. I quickly changed and hoofed it on down to The Colleges (an apartment complex) where the party was goin on. Not really my cup of tea (I think I'll rant about what makes a party lame a little further on in reference to Someone Who Is Lame), but there were a bunch of people that I knew and.. yea.
FRIDAY
Kicked it a bit with Sharon (Amy's twin sister) during the afternoon. Worked 4:00-22:00, whereupon I promptly walked on down to the show at Keebler Hall. Arriving there only very briefly, I set out adventurin with Amie, Sharon and some other guys. Sharon ended up going home to sleep before the rest of us piled into a car and transportmatated ourselves to a party at F and Covell. Arriving there I ran into Don and Vanessa, who hadn't been at work that day. I apparently ended up rather drunk.. I didn think I was THAT drunk but others say otherwise. Anyway it was a lot of fun. Amie and I ended up doing the most classic drunken stumble home.. not even able to keep up a straight line. It was good times. Eventually after hella walking I arrived home in time for two hours of sleep and suddenly it was...
SATURDAY
...pulled myself out of bed after my two hours of sleep (and still feeling tipsy) and walked across town to IHOP. At this point I've walked at least nine miles in the last 12 hours (IHOP to Keebler, Party to home, and home to IHOP).
It was definitively the most awesome day of work in my life however. The morning shifts all did their thing while the evening shifts pretended to be customers. So from 9:00 to 14:00 I was getting paid $7.50 an hour to be seated by the servers and have hella food brought out in front of me. It was unreal just like plate after plate getting set in front of me.. because the cooks obviously needed to practice really making the food.... and then I pretended to pay my bill.. which was like $30 each time. sheit. It was good times. Met a bunch of servers and stuff. Many of whom are very bogus and annoying. Jennifer the cool server has her first day's tips on a bet on who is going to be the first two be fired... and I agree with her the server in question is a freakin bitch. Speaking of servers, Claire still either hasn't recognized me, or more likely, is pretending not to recognize me. Silly Claire.
Everything I've heard about the morning shift cooks is pretty negative... they apparently all have little ego problems and don't work well with eachother and stuff like that. I really like the whole evening cook shift even if I can't communicate with half of them. But yea the galley broke down today.. the morning shifts lost control of everything and had to completely stop, take a half hour break and start over.
Got a ride home from Don and went promptly to sleep.
And so begins what was as far as I'm concerned kind of a seperate day, set off from sat and sunday on either end by periods of sleep. So we'll call it... Shaday, after the almightie word SHA.
Waking up at eightish I started tryign to finagle a ride to the party off Lillard, where live bands were playing starting at eight and continuing until like.. midnight? It was lookin to be quite the party. Unfortunately however everyone had set out for the evening and I couldn get a ride with anyone..... except Garian's former suitemate Becca.
And I really didn't want to get a ride with her, especially since originally she was going to be bringing some friends along as well, because she's all about the sororities and the drugs and the Stuff Thats Lame. I couldn find another ride though so I ended up going with her.. and being in no freakin hurry she didn get around to heading out till 23:00... by which point I had missed the best of the party apparently. After like five minutes at the party she left because "there's no dance music." And that pretty much summed up why I didn't want to bring her. Previously mentioned rant:
If one cannot relate to people except by enacting extremely cliche sexually oriented dance moves to overplayed rhythms then one really isn't the kind of person I'd prefer to be dealing with, and the parties that cater to such are not the kind of parties you'll find me at. Thats the kind of party that I think pretty much all frat parties are and unfortunately that was how the Focus victory party on Thursday was. I mean the Focus kids are good people and I'm not saying they lack social skills, but the party was the type that only catered to the cliche dance moves. They're all frat kids what do you expect. And I'm not say like if you like to dance I hate you, thats all good and well, its just that if thats the only way you can interact with people at a party...
Okay I'm done ranting now I think. So.. yea. At the party I ran into Amy, Amie, Stan, Fantastic Dan & Danielle, Nick, Chaz, Morgan, Maeve, Don and prolly other people as well, pretty much Everyone was there. Vanessa was apparently but I didn see her. After the party began dispersing around.. 1ish? ..I went with Chaz and someone else in search of an afterparty we'd heard about. Eventually finding it we found Amie, Maeve and Garian (she came with me and Becca originally btw) there. It was really laid-back.. people just kickin around talking, listening to The Pixies, playing pool. After imbibing a decent amount of alcohol however the party seemed quite a nice little shindig to me
I perhaps should ahve elaborated on my plan earlier, but oh well I don't feel like reworking previously written paragraphs. Basically in order to avoid the hour long walk across town I'd done saturday morning, I decided it would really be a better idea to crash over there somewhere, as the party (and the subsequent afterparty) were about a block from IHOP. And so, with this in mind, I had brought a change of clothes for work in my backpack.
And the plan worked very well. After another two hour night of sleep I walked a mere five minutes to work at 7:30.
SUNDAY
The training at work was the same thing as it had been yesterday, however this time the pm shifts were doing their thing and the am shifts were pretending to be customers. We managed not to break down like the morning cooks had. I am going to do mad studying before my first real day of work on Wednesday.
One of the morning cooks was in for a bit this morning for some time. I'm not sure why.. maybe he mistakenly thought he was supposed to be working today rather than being a simulated customer. I don't know but he gave us a nice taste of the morning shift spirit: if anyone came within two feet of him he was like "hey I need space!" even though he was just making freakin bacon. Otherwise he was generally an ass.
We got issued uniform shirts today. yay. Anyway, after hella cleaning (the kitchen got sooo dirty) we were finally released and I proceeded to sleep till 23:00.
And now... this thing is up to date apparently. What a relief.
Delta Venus - Hippie Capitol of Davis
Jan. 26th, 2003 01:36 pmNot about to let my general lack of transportation prevent me from having a life, and in memory of the one week anniversery of the actual theft of my bicycle, I walked from my place to Delta Venus. It only took like.. an hour. Ran into Lisa at Cafe Roma on the way; she invited me to go to a hardcore show in Sacto that she was about to leave for, but I declined. Brilliant Red Lights, Trite, and The List played at Delta Venus, it was way crowded. Hung out with Stan and Fantastic Dan and a bunch of other kids outside most of the time. "Hot Dan" and Morgan also showed up, but I didn't hang out with them much. Fitzgerald Vo, whom everyone's favorite Igor Birman is currently suing, came by and left Stan, Shelby and I some vietnamese food, which we promptly ate.
I believe eventually the Delta Venus management decided that whomever was playing at the time was too hardcore and rowdy and pulled the plug on everyone, so we all stumbled around town; there were like eight of us and most were pretty wasted. Stan and Shelby disappeared together and weren't heard from again. We of course made hella jokes that they were humping their brains out.
Nick thinks I should write an entry while wasted at some point. I'll try to work on that. (=
I fixed a bunch of broken links in my livejournal today.. so like.. check it out. sites where the pictures wouldn display previously work now. And every link is different btw so even if one name is linked several times its all different sites. Sheeya.
