So yesterday I closed the store and decided to use my spare time before work to actually work out. I don't like the gym all that much (even though I've been going some lately) so I got this pilates DVD, moved some furniture around my living room, spread out a yoga mat and just went at it.
Oh my God
That shit sucks!
My quads are more sore than they have ever been in my life!
This woman...this evil instructor woman in the video had me do a gazillion squat variations. Now, you should know that I hate squats. I'm quite stout actually, and I'm not limber at all. My balance is poor and I don't have a really lanky body. In other words, I'm kind of heavy for my height. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a total fat ass! most are shocked when I actually tell them my weight to the actual pound. Doing these balancing exercises means it requires just a little more effort from me than it would from a slightly lighter person of my height. This resulted in pain - TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE PAIN!
I've been waddling all day whenever I need to walk and everyone on staff at work was asking "What's wrong?" because I appear to be limping. All I can say is that I am very glad I do not have to walk all over the sales floor any more.
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On another note, I am obviously feeling better since I am able to work out. My cold is not completely gone, but it is not nearly as bad as it was a week ago! I can finally breathe through my nose once more and my taste/smell has fully returned. It did eventually turn into a chest cold, but I never stopped popping vitamin C tablets and I made sure to keep up the humidifier and steam vapor treatments. Glad I didn't have to drink whiskey too much because that shit is disgusting.
In regards to my mother, I'm still bummed about the situation. I have to update the rest of my family on the latest developments and I just don't want to do that. It's annoying because she leaves it up to me to tell my grandma and sister when she decides to go a different route in her major decision making. I have to get her 2 more gifts for Christmas and I can pretty much call my Christmas shopping complete.
Now, today I went and had lunch with Ray's parents and grandma before I went to work. His grandma doesn't speak a word of English so the only thing I can ever do is smile at her and nod my head/bow a little. His parents are just so so so so soooooo intimidating! His mom looks like she'll burn holes through me but she always acts nice. It's just so weird! I know they are at least "OK" with me being Ray's girlfriend, but they talk shit about me behind my back. They always bug Ray about how he should be with an Asian female. They wouldn't really care what race of Asian, just you know...any kind of Asian. Well shit, I wish I were Asian too but that really isn't happening so I hope they can learn to live with that. His mom always says something about how I should eat more also. I just can't eat much around them because they make me so nervous.
When I had dinner with them like 2 or so years ago, one of Ray's sisters leaned over and whispered to me, "Pssst...hey...knowing how judgmental my parents are, I'd advise you to at least put some rice on your plate and pick at it or something..." That's basically how they are.
"You no want to eat more? You hardly eat anything," his mom commented to me today.
I just smiled and assured her that I was indeed full because I had put plenty of food on my plate from the buffet. They were treating us to a buffet from the Horseshoe Casino in my city. This casino/hotel is fancy as hell and they're high rollers in the dealers' room.
Also, his mom didn't know that someone could major in English. Since she speaks choppy English, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but it was still a bit odd to learn that someone living in America for like 30 years could not be aware of this. It came up during conversation when I just randomly told them I was considering majoring in English. While this isn't entirely true (the thought just kind of popped in my head when we were discussing my classes) I told them this to kind of get them to believe I have some direction in life. In reality, I have no direction other than that which inspires me and the motivation to constantly seek out a higher knowledge. I want to become greater. I want to become smarter. I want to become more well rounded and dive into other cultures and beliefs. I want to just go swim in a sea of knowledge, art and philosophy! eerrr.... but yes, I didn't want to spew this crap to them, so I simply said, "Yeah I'm considering majoring in English..."
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My boss is also an asshole.
This mother fucker was going to leave an 18 year old boy in the freezing winter rain without a ride last night around 1 AM.
A guy named Warren works at my store and he doesn't have a car so his mom picks him up. His ride wasn't there when we were closing the store at 1 in the morning and it was fucking freezing outside with the misty rain just gently, steadily falling. I told my manager Jason that we should all wait inside until his ride shows up. Jason looked at me: "We're locking up," he said.
"But Warren is still waiting outside..."
"Oh he'll be fine."
"But we can't just LEAVE him there!"
Then Warren assured us that it was ok and that he didn't want to be a bother.
Jason took me aside inside the building and said, "Heck yeah I'll leave him here. I want to go home!"
I asked him, "But isn't it policy not to leave anyone behind?"
"Well I think once they're out of the building that they're on their own.." Jason argued back.
I grabbed my shit, clocked out and waited outside for Jason. Whenever he came out of the building, I looked at Warren as all three of us stood on the sidewalk and announced, "Warren I'm waiting with you dude. I don't believe it's right for me to leave you alone here at 1 AM without a ride. I'll wait with you until your ride shows up."
Jason just looked at me with this pissed off look...
He knew that if he left both me and him there that he would just look like a complete asshole, especially after what I'd just said.
Again, Warren argued that he was fine there by himself but I told him that there was no guarantee that his mother would be there. "What if something happens and she can't make it?" I asked.
So we waited...in the fucking freezing winter rain at 1 AM...because my boss is a selfish asshole with no fucking morals. What if something had happened to him? I'm always safety conscious, so I was thinking of all this horrible shit that can happen in these scenarios. I wanted to go grab my gun out of my car as we waited because of all the fucking weird shit that can happen to people in these situations.Thankfully his mom showed up, but still...what if she hadn't showed up? He can't walk home, that would have taken him all night, literally! And in the rain in winter time no less?! Again, my boss is a fucking asshole!
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I have my English final tomorrow. I plan on studying more of her weird grammar shite beforehand because that's all the test will consist of. She says it will be 100 questions and they'll be fairly simple but I really had a hard time with her last quiz of strange writing mistakes. Shit like "dangling modifiers" and all. Now, I can actually identify a "dangling modifier" fairly well but that's just a random example of the mistakes that will be on the final. As for math, I got 106% on the final and a 104% for the semester. I was able to get over 100% because I got bonus questions right on each test and they really helped boost my grade.
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Some guy at work decided he'd smart off to me in reference to a supposed grammatical error I made when speaking and it pissed me off because this guy is a dumb ass.
A girl asked him to do a task which pertained to his job and he asked, "What if I refuse?" to which she replied nothing.
I then spoke up for her and commented, "Then you will be hanged."
He announced (over the store's walkie-talkie system) "Amanda needs to learn correct punctuation!"
My brain nearly exploded.
I took the liberty of getting on our walkies and correcting his dumb ass by telling him that first off, it's "grammar" not "punctuation" because punctuation is in reference to the marks and characters that we use in writing, not speaking. I then went on to tell him that the rule of thumb in using "hanged and hung" is simply this: if it is in reference to an object in past tense, it will be "hung" but if you are referring to a person who was executed by hanging, then the correct grammar is "hanged".
He then admitted that he was stupid because he felt sheepish to which I replied that he shouldn't try to correct people if that was the case.
"Dude, I was only joking..." he then said and his face turned very serious. He almost looked hurt.
I smiled and reassured him I was only poking fun at him back, "tit for tat" I said.
Still though... I really mean it. Don't go talking shit about others and their supposed lack of intelligence if you yourself are going to later admit that you are stupid and aren't in any place to correct them. It irks me when people do that.
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I also recently discovered why I don't enjoy most storytelling form the first person perspective:
Most storytelling is done to fluff up the ego of the storyteller or to pamper the vanity of the speaker.
As I listened to talk radio today on my way to the store, I was just tickled pink with whatever speaker was talking to this live audience from New York's city hall. He was apparently a writer of some kind and had a cheery voice, raspy with age and full of personality. I enjoyed his accounts of his boyhood encounters and all the funny, witty lines he threw in as he told his stories. I was giggling behind the wheel and thought of what a delightful person he might be and just how very rare he is. I then examined WHY I wouldn't like most stories told from a similar perspective - because most stories aren't humble like his stories. Most are vain and somehow lead back to giving the listener the impression that the speaker is admirable in some fashion. It's one reason I can't stand most comedians' stand up performances. Most are just so, soooooooooo arrogant! I cannot stand most stand up comedians because their vanity just oozes forth. I love Ellen Degeneres though. Why? Because she's humble as hell! She appears actually awkward on stage at times and extremely humble. I thought about how most comedy is just storytelling from an amusing perspective. How we choose to portray ourselves and others in those stories actually tells quite a bit about us.
Like I said, most are simply vain.
I hate vanity. Vanity sucks.
Vain people suck.
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And through all my maddening day at work today, I simply repeated the first line of Desiderata:
"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence."
Goodnight world.
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