...is my Monday. On Mondays, which I love, I can't wait until I get to work. It's so that I can start the work week. But since I'm off on Mondays...Tuesdays are my favorite day of the week. Until...
We get our food order on Tuesdays. We can't really start doing any prep work or cooking until the truck makes it's delivery. Being that Monday was a holiday, I KNEW something was going to happen, and it did. Started with the driver texting one of the other cooks that the truck would be late, usually comes around 11 am, we start work at 10 am. Said the truck would be there at 11:45 am, that's REALLY late. 680 pounds, 15 cases of chicken breast have to be cleaned, cooked and sliced on Tuesday to assemble on Wednesday. Projected time we leave...9 pm. Truck didn't come until 1:45 pm o.O
So, we looking at a time of leaving...around 10 10:30 pm, until it was suggested.. We just clean the chicken and be at work at 6am. 2 people come in at that time with me being one of them. The other 2 people come in at 10am. Sounds like a plan, right? Something is bound to NOT go right. Okay, we have to cook it, slice it AND assemble the meals, which I see is gonna take much more time. I do the slicing and the assembling of the food trays and if the other 2 people are coming in at 10am... I said have EVERYONE come in, but no, kids have to be seen off to school. That is why I say in this field you should be without children because we work as a team and if the team is ALL coming in at a certain time, everyone should. It's ni biggie though, I will do what I can. If it means STILL assembling on a Saturday when we are putting the orders in boxes to be delivered and picked up, so be it. It's work, and that is what I do.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Friday, May 23, 2014
Sometimes, You Have to Let Them Know.
There are some people in this world that ONLY know how things are 'suppose' to go because they have ONLY read what they have read in BOOKS. Until you actually come face to face with the situation...LISTEN to the other voices in the room...then respond or act.
If a person brings you a product and that product seems to work for you, tell me why would you change the product TO something LESS. This happened 2 times and each time, I didn't like the product. I overheard the 'spiel', the 'game'...'the talk' and he fell for it. Proof came after the process and it came to me. I didn't like it across the board. Not only that, that isn't what you advertised either, that isn't or wasn't the same look that get the people to order it. Though The Barker said whatever he had to say to talk you into buying it, I knew the 2nd time he came in that something was up. Hey, if I don't like it, they is a problem. Then again, it isn't my checkbook.
So, when the process came to do what we had to do, and you saw that it was the same, no, worst. You got VERY angry and upset, cursing. It's understandable too. But there was a way to take care of it. Maybe I got my poundage wrong too, and I admitted that. Then again, you have to have the proper tools to combat any situation. I let you figure it out because with you in ALL you glory of 23 years of age... I have been cooking before you have been born. Oh, but you say.."you sure had a lot of jobs', true that. But you forget to mention about ALL the experience I got from ALL those jobs. You can't learn that in any Culinary School, and you sure can't PAY for it either.
See, some people think that when you actually cook the food, well to me... That when you actually cook the food, that is what matters. Some times that is true. I think its the 'plating' of the food. All you do is place raw food to a heat source add flavor and make sure you don't over cook it. Not unless you're gonna eat it from the pot you cook it in, it's presentation that what counts, the next step. I worked in a place where we did 250 to 300 covers a night. I didn't cook the food, I 'presented' the food. Each plate looked exactly the same no matter what the dish was. It's an art, a skill to that. Though each plate is the same, yet they are all different.
Then, the so called...never mind, won't mentioned his title, but he said you were in charge of the Kitchen. Go ahead, I told you and the Owner that I didn't want to cook cause you can't afford me for the job title of Cook. Notice I didn't say Chef, a Cook, big difference. It's not that I don't want the responsibilities, it's just I would have any of the people that are in the kitchen now at the end of the week, all of you would be fired. The person you have doing 'side dishes, 'prep'. I told you, you have to show her how to use a knife, how to cut green red and yellow peppers. It does NOT take half an hour to cut 15 peppers, cause if it does and I was in charge, they wouldn't be in my kitchen.
There is a reason why you guys were hired. After a little over a month of me being with the company I see. Your labor is cheap. You have NO experience...NONE, but he 'gave' you a title in the kitchen. Only one person in the kitchen sat in on my interview with the Owner which it was suppose to be with The Marketing Manager. He was late, so The Owner interviewed me. One thing he told me in fron of his MM, was...'I want the experience that you have, I want that for my company.' THAT stayed in my head. In the short time I've been there, I talked a lot because what I do, 'assembly' of the meals, a monkey could do it, but I take pride in it. But, I took and have taken in the WHOLE operation. The changes that COULD be made. One, who starts a day at 10 am, in a KITCHEN? 10 am, hell, the day is over with. We can do this over night. But no, you all's night life comes into play, it messes with it. All of you are young in this field and that drinking at night conflicts with what you have to do at '10 am'. The job I had before, we did the same thing, Starting at 2am, 500 meals for lunch 'DAILY'. Then there was the other departments, breakfast and dinner, which were more. Can't believe that was done daily right? Asked, 'what, and who delivered?' ANOTHER team did the delivery...to Boston, Philadelphia, CT AND New York City. So, we were looking at at least 2,000 to 2,500 meals a day. Oh, not to mention the meals that were FedExpressed too, about 200 a day.
I'm not complaining, I just want to inform you. Because in my world of The Food Service Industry, the ONLY thing you're capable of doing right now so early in the game... is to wash MY pots & pans. Oh, and sweep & mop MY floors.
Like I said...sometimes you have to let them know.
If a person brings you a product and that product seems to work for you, tell me why would you change the product TO something LESS. This happened 2 times and each time, I didn't like the product. I overheard the 'spiel', the 'game'...'the talk' and he fell for it. Proof came after the process and it came to me. I didn't like it across the board. Not only that, that isn't what you advertised either, that isn't or wasn't the same look that get the people to order it. Though The Barker said whatever he had to say to talk you into buying it, I knew the 2nd time he came in that something was up. Hey, if I don't like it, they is a problem. Then again, it isn't my checkbook.
So, when the process came to do what we had to do, and you saw that it was the same, no, worst. You got VERY angry and upset, cursing. It's understandable too. But there was a way to take care of it. Maybe I got my poundage wrong too, and I admitted that. Then again, you have to have the proper tools to combat any situation. I let you figure it out because with you in ALL you glory of 23 years of age... I have been cooking before you have been born. Oh, but you say.."you sure had a lot of jobs', true that. But you forget to mention about ALL the experience I got from ALL those jobs. You can't learn that in any Culinary School, and you sure can't PAY for it either.
See, some people think that when you actually cook the food, well to me... That when you actually cook the food, that is what matters. Some times that is true. I think its the 'plating' of the food. All you do is place raw food to a heat source add flavor and make sure you don't over cook it. Not unless you're gonna eat it from the pot you cook it in, it's presentation that what counts, the next step. I worked in a place where we did 250 to 300 covers a night. I didn't cook the food, I 'presented' the food. Each plate looked exactly the same no matter what the dish was. It's an art, a skill to that. Though each plate is the same, yet they are all different.
Then, the so called...never mind, won't mentioned his title, but he said you were in charge of the Kitchen. Go ahead, I told you and the Owner that I didn't want to cook cause you can't afford me for the job title of Cook. Notice I didn't say Chef, a Cook, big difference. It's not that I don't want the responsibilities, it's just I would have any of the people that are in the kitchen now at the end of the week, all of you would be fired. The person you have doing 'side dishes, 'prep'. I told you, you have to show her how to use a knife, how to cut green red and yellow peppers. It does NOT take half an hour to cut 15 peppers, cause if it does and I was in charge, they wouldn't be in my kitchen.
There is a reason why you guys were hired. After a little over a month of me being with the company I see. Your labor is cheap. You have NO experience...NONE, but he 'gave' you a title in the kitchen. Only one person in the kitchen sat in on my interview with the Owner which it was suppose to be with The Marketing Manager. He was late, so The Owner interviewed me. One thing he told me in fron of his MM, was...'I want the experience that you have, I want that for my company.' THAT stayed in my head. In the short time I've been there, I talked a lot because what I do, 'assembly' of the meals, a monkey could do it, but I take pride in it. But, I took and have taken in the WHOLE operation. The changes that COULD be made. One, who starts a day at 10 am, in a KITCHEN? 10 am, hell, the day is over with. We can do this over night. But no, you all's night life comes into play, it messes with it. All of you are young in this field and that drinking at night conflicts with what you have to do at '10 am'. The job I had before, we did the same thing, Starting at 2am, 500 meals for lunch 'DAILY'. Then there was the other departments, breakfast and dinner, which were more. Can't believe that was done daily right? Asked, 'what, and who delivered?' ANOTHER team did the delivery...to Boston, Philadelphia, CT AND New York City. So, we were looking at at least 2,000 to 2,500 meals a day. Oh, not to mention the meals that were FedExpressed too, about 200 a day.
I'm not complaining, I just want to inform you. Because in my world of The Food Service Industry, the ONLY thing you're capable of doing right now so early in the game... is to wash MY pots & pans. Oh, and sweep & mop MY floors.
Like I said...sometimes you have to let them know.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
A Graduate
I know in my past post I sort of...well I myself can't see the idea of me even going to college. My schooling was through Life Experiences. I wanted to get out there and see what life and where life would take me. I have had some weird & strange ass experiences. Those experiences come into my head every now and then and I am amazed that one, what the hell was I thinking. And 2, WTF, I'm still alive.
I've had the pleasure to work with this guy for a short month and a half. He graduated from college with a degree in Accounting. Believe me, I questioned our Educational Institution when I looked at this guy and he told me what his degree was for and in. But then I looked at the bigger picture.
For one, he is White. And yes, it does make a BIG difference today. I thought about this. 5 years from now he will be a mid level corporate accountant some where. Some one will be paying this guy to keep or audit their books, so he has to know his stuff. I say this because right now, I don't see that in him, but it's there. That 'sheepskin' proves it. With all the test he took over the years and then graduated, all it takes is an employer to give him just one chance, one shot to get his foot in the door. But I looked at it even in THE MORE BIGGER PICTURE.
Lets say 20 years for now, he is established and doing well in the company or a company he started himself. He will be 43 years old then. I will be 74 years old. I'm going to keep myself healthy and stay in shape because I may need his help in the future. Not with him giving m money, but with giving me work. I spoke with him on his graduation day. I told him that now is the time for him to get out there and prove not only to the world that he can make it, but to himself mainly. Because going through 4 years of college today isn't as easy as it was years ago. Also told him that NO job is too small. as long as the pay you just a little above the going average, start with that, work hard and earn more. Focus on work. Work hard, but get plenty of rest. Eat and sleep right. You don't have to be a party animal all the time, just 4 times a month if anything and for ONE day or night only. Never judge your co workers, they are part of a team that you are on. Sometimes you yourself may not want to be part of the team that day you're at work. Expect your teammates to feel the same way sometimes 2 days in a row, but no more. Not everyone can work as hard as you do, expect that, but it does come a time when ALL teammates will have to, and that sometimes can be twice a week, so expect that.
I told him I want his name and his email address before he leaves in July. He offered me his number, but I told him that people loose cell phones. I don't know if he has ever lost his, but I did lose my cell phone, just ONCE since they have been on the market. An email address is the best thing to have, one professional, one for friends, and a 'throw away' one. I use that one for porn only...so what. I told him I will be in touch with him over the years so choose an email address that you will give me and that you will always check at least every other day. ALWAYS answer your personal emails if it's just a line or two no matter what.
I did this back in 2005 with a co worker who was a cashier, who went away to college. Today, he lives in California making big bucks and every month he emails me VERY long personal emails. When he gt the job which was his first he told me he was afraid because he didn't know what to expect where he was going. I told him...'You went to school on the East Coast, and The West Coast wants you to work for them. They relocated you on their expense. Found you housing and you're worried. They are more so than you. They INVESTED in you, just do what they tell you to do, you have the basics cause you graduated
from college. Now, you have to learn to do things THEIR way, I'm sure you can do that."
Okay, I'm tired, but no more coffee for me.
I've had the pleasure to work with this guy for a short month and a half. He graduated from college with a degree in Accounting. Believe me, I questioned our Educational Institution when I looked at this guy and he told me what his degree was for and in. But then I looked at the bigger picture.
For one, he is White. And yes, it does make a BIG difference today. I thought about this. 5 years from now he will be a mid level corporate accountant some where. Some one will be paying this guy to keep or audit their books, so he has to know his stuff. I say this because right now, I don't see that in him, but it's there. That 'sheepskin' proves it. With all the test he took over the years and then graduated, all it takes is an employer to give him just one chance, one shot to get his foot in the door. But I looked at it even in THE MORE BIGGER PICTURE.
Lets say 20 years for now, he is established and doing well in the company or a company he started himself. He will be 43 years old then. I will be 74 years old. I'm going to keep myself healthy and stay in shape because I may need his help in the future. Not with him giving m money, but with giving me work. I spoke with him on his graduation day. I told him that now is the time for him to get out there and prove not only to the world that he can make it, but to himself mainly. Because going through 4 years of college today isn't as easy as it was years ago. Also told him that NO job is too small. as long as the pay you just a little above the going average, start with that, work hard and earn more. Focus on work. Work hard, but get plenty of rest. Eat and sleep right. You don't have to be a party animal all the time, just 4 times a month if anything and for ONE day or night only. Never judge your co workers, they are part of a team that you are on. Sometimes you yourself may not want to be part of the team that day you're at work. Expect your teammates to feel the same way sometimes 2 days in a row, but no more. Not everyone can work as hard as you do, expect that, but it does come a time when ALL teammates will have to, and that sometimes can be twice a week, so expect that.
I told him I want his name and his email address before he leaves in July. He offered me his number, but I told him that people loose cell phones. I don't know if he has ever lost his, but I did lose my cell phone, just ONCE since they have been on the market. An email address is the best thing to have, one professional, one for friends, and a 'throw away' one. I use that one for porn only...so what. I told him I will be in touch with him over the years so choose an email address that you will give me and that you will always check at least every other day. ALWAYS answer your personal emails if it's just a line or two no matter what.
I did this back in 2005 with a co worker who was a cashier, who went away to college. Today, he lives in California making big bucks and every month he emails me VERY long personal emails. When he gt the job which was his first he told me he was afraid because he didn't know what to expect where he was going. I told him...'You went to school on the East Coast, and The West Coast wants you to work for them. They relocated you on their expense. Found you housing and you're worried. They are more so than you. They INVESTED in you, just do what they tell you to do, you have the basics cause you graduated
from college. Now, you have to learn to do things THEIR way, I'm sure you can do that."
Okay, I'm tired, but no more coffee for me.
My Brain, Mind & Mouth...
...I'm having a hard time getting them to work all at the same time...well in order that is.
But, I think I figured out solution. First I have to learn how all three of them work and then. I broke it sown. The brain is the car. The mind is the gas and the mouth is the destination. You have to hold the gas in something and that would be a car cause it has the gas tank. Gas in the car, gets you to your destination. Simple, right? Well sometimes not for me.
I might be going crazy, or I'm on the verge of being the smartest person in life. but my mouth doesn't quite well knows how to work with my mind. It's like getting into a car and wanting to be in 3 different places, or go to three different places all at the same time. What happens is that when you come to that junction that branches off into your 3 destinations you would like to go to, I just seem to keep going straight. Heading off to someplace else, which isn't a bad or good thing, its just a destination.
It's like I can hold a conversation with just about anyone on just about anything. I read and lsiten to talk radio a lot. So when that person brings up a subject, my mind knows, not the answer so to speak, but how to contribute to the conversation. But what happens with me is the words. In my mind I see and hear the word I want to use, but my mouth has a hard ass time pronouncing it. This, sort of...let's say I hear with my ears what the word I'm trying to say, but it doesn't sound right coming out of my mouth. And, when that happens, there is a slight pause, a stumble in the conversation on my part. Don't let the person I am having the conversation make any facial expressions, that throws me way the hell off.
I could just not say anything, don't contribute to any conversation when ask to voice my opinion, but that isn't like me. That would be like trying to stop the waves from crashing onto a beach. I'm not trying to prove how knowledgeable I am. I get a touch of excitement when some one talks about something I know just a little of.
But, I think I figured out solution. First I have to learn how all three of them work and then. I broke it sown. The brain is the car. The mind is the gas and the mouth is the destination. You have to hold the gas in something and that would be a car cause it has the gas tank. Gas in the car, gets you to your destination. Simple, right? Well sometimes not for me.
I might be going crazy, or I'm on the verge of being the smartest person in life. but my mouth doesn't quite well knows how to work with my mind. It's like getting into a car and wanting to be in 3 different places, or go to three different places all at the same time. What happens is that when you come to that junction that branches off into your 3 destinations you would like to go to, I just seem to keep going straight. Heading off to someplace else, which isn't a bad or good thing, its just a destination.
It's like I can hold a conversation with just about anyone on just about anything. I read and lsiten to talk radio a lot. So when that person brings up a subject, my mind knows, not the answer so to speak, but how to contribute to the conversation. But what happens with me is the words. In my mind I see and hear the word I want to use, but my mouth has a hard ass time pronouncing it. This, sort of...let's say I hear with my ears what the word I'm trying to say, but it doesn't sound right coming out of my mouth. And, when that happens, there is a slight pause, a stumble in the conversation on my part. Don't let the person I am having the conversation make any facial expressions, that throws me way the hell off.
I could just not say anything, don't contribute to any conversation when ask to voice my opinion, but that isn't like me. That would be like trying to stop the waves from crashing onto a beach. I'm not trying to prove how knowledgeable I am. I get a touch of excitement when some one talks about something I know just a little of.
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Your Next Door Neighbors
I don't know if some people read the newspapers or even watch the news on TV. But there was something in both about this elderly woman who lived in her house.
For 6 years, I think it was that long, she was dead before anyone realized that she was dead in her own home. Mail kept being delivered, Rent or mortgage was being paid, until her funds ran out at the bank. But by then it was too late. No one, not even her family, her own sister checked up on her. Neighbors, yep she had them, but they paid her no attention. Which brings me to this...
Some people live in their own private world once they get behind their closed doors of their homes or apartments. You may see them in passing, and ONLY say the common greeting, Good Morning, etc. Other than that, we don't even matter to them. I rent a room out where I live. I can sleep through anything and anywhere, it doesn't bother me. What bothers me is the woman who I rent the room from, has NO consideration for her neighbors on either side of her place where she RENTS the house. She doesn't even know if they own, or paying to own, rent their place. She BLASTS her music early on Saturday mornings as early as 7am. I spoke to her about this this morning, and she said this.
She said she has been living here for 9 years, and they should be use to it and besides its the Weekend. WTF!? I told her that she goes to bed at 8pm during the week so she is well rested for her nexts days work. What if during the Summer you next door neighbors decide to have a party during the weekday, wouldn't you be pisssed off if they were in their backyard raising hell at 11pm at night. She said yes. So, how do you think they feel with you raising hell early like this on Saturday morning. She said if they have a problem with it, they can come and knock on her door and tell her about it. This is the reason why I am MOVING THE FUCK OUT!!, and I told her so too.
I don't want her, my neighbors to think that I am part of that, this and it cause bad blood with me. To her it may not mean a thing to her, cause people who are inconsiderate of their neighbors feel like this. I told her that she doesn't make a good neighbor and that its a reflection on her and everyone that lives under her roof, meaning me. I also told her, that the people on our block, know how I am, they can see the way I come and go that I am a...well, a quite man. A man they would love to have rent a room in their home. I already have heard this from 3 of the people that live on the block. But, where I live, she doesn't care.
The people I work for are expanding the clients into Buffalo, NY and you know what that means, right. I already mentioned that the guy who delivers our product, home delivery is leaving in July, and who are the getting to make that 1 hour drive to Buffalo. They have a new van for the deliveries, which on Friday night the driver picks the van up and takes home. I already told them I would do it, and they said get your license then, no problem.
For 6 years, I think it was that long, she was dead before anyone realized that she was dead in her own home. Mail kept being delivered, Rent or mortgage was being paid, until her funds ran out at the bank. But by then it was too late. No one, not even her family, her own sister checked up on her. Neighbors, yep she had them, but they paid her no attention. Which brings me to this...
Some people live in their own private world once they get behind their closed doors of their homes or apartments. You may see them in passing, and ONLY say the common greeting, Good Morning, etc. Other than that, we don't even matter to them. I rent a room out where I live. I can sleep through anything and anywhere, it doesn't bother me. What bothers me is the woman who I rent the room from, has NO consideration for her neighbors on either side of her place where she RENTS the house. She doesn't even know if they own, or paying to own, rent their place. She BLASTS her music early on Saturday mornings as early as 7am. I spoke to her about this this morning, and she said this.
She said she has been living here for 9 years, and they should be use to it and besides its the Weekend. WTF!? I told her that she goes to bed at 8pm during the week so she is well rested for her nexts days work. What if during the Summer you next door neighbors decide to have a party during the weekday, wouldn't you be pisssed off if they were in their backyard raising hell at 11pm at night. She said yes. So, how do you think they feel with you raising hell early like this on Saturday morning. She said if they have a problem with it, they can come and knock on her door and tell her about it. This is the reason why I am MOVING THE FUCK OUT!!, and I told her so too.
I don't want her, my neighbors to think that I am part of that, this and it cause bad blood with me. To her it may not mean a thing to her, cause people who are inconsiderate of their neighbors feel like this. I told her that she doesn't make a good neighbor and that its a reflection on her and everyone that lives under her roof, meaning me. I also told her, that the people on our block, know how I am, they can see the way I come and go that I am a...well, a quite man. A man they would love to have rent a room in their home. I already have heard this from 3 of the people that live on the block. But, where I live, she doesn't care.
The people I work for are expanding the clients into Buffalo, NY and you know what that means, right. I already mentioned that the guy who delivers our product, home delivery is leaving in July, and who are the getting to make that 1 hour drive to Buffalo. They have a new van for the deliveries, which on Friday night the driver picks the van up and takes home. I already told them I would do it, and they said get your license then, no problem.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
An Extra $300 and I...
...have this uncontrollable feeling to just go out and buy electronics.
Fired up the Chromebook and headed to Bestbuy.com. I know, right? Who shops at Bestbuy nowadays, I do!! Let me explain. Since Bestbuy, (BB) , is actually a store, which has way too many employees working at any given time on the floor. It's always a good feeling walking in and see just what they have on display. But I notice something...and this is what cause me to spend 6 hours at this one store yesterday.
I went online to look for a Boombox that played cd, cd/rw's and cd/rw's mp3's. CD's, right? Who still uses them..me. And again mind you. Also, I needed cd/rw's too. Funny, when I ordered it, both items were available NOT in the SAME stores. A marketing ploy. Got an email that both items were ready to be picked up at their seperate stores. First store, 5 miles away. Me, with no car, but with a Smartphone in hand, tapped my app, Lyft. It's an app that I donated $25 to and I get 2 weeks worth of free cab rides. Basically, its $12.50 a week, if a cab is in my area. Hell, I tip the driver $5, so its a win, win for the both of us. I walked the 'lanes' of BB, just looking and seeing if they have new stuff, affordable new stuff that is...and that's when I met her.
She was looking at external hard drives and couldn't make up her mind, so I explained which ones dd what. But first I asked what she wanted to do with it, it's use. Just to back up her files, she is a photographer. More talking and she told me that she didn't know how to hook it up, but I told her I would show her. She had her laptop with her. She went to the car to get it..left me at the register with her credit card to pay for the external hard drive. Right there in the store, we found an outlet, which I think BB had an issue with us doing that. But I told them I wanted to see if it worked and I might upgrade to a Cloud hard drive. It worked great, but she wanted to know more about the Cloud hard drive, so I explained it. She wanted that one, took the one we had, placed back in box and got the Cloud off the shelf and pay for it. She thanked me for my help, gave me her name and number and told me to please stay in touch.
I'm walking around BB, taking notes on stuff I see. Writing down what I want to do with it if I were to purchase it. She comes walking back into the store as I was leaving. Told me she got a good vibe about me, something she hasn't felt in a long time, lets talk about anything I wanted to talk about. Right there in BB, in the video section, we grab some movies and sat down on the floor and starting talking about just about anything. After a while I told her that I had to go to another BB to pick up something I ordered online, she took me. Got what I wanted, and she took me to her home.
Now, nothing happened, though we both wanted it to...but we were having a good time just talking and I was floored by her home. Talk about this is how I want to live!! I mean the space, the greenery, the fresh air. Explained to her I was from The Bronx, and just moved here. We are talking, phone ringing all the time and after a while door bell rings. A bunch of her friends came over and were shocked that I was sitting on her floor in the living room. I mean, it got really quiet. She told them that she has company and could they all come back later. Guy tells, no asked me who I am. I told him I was his worst nightmare...with a smile. They left, and we continued talking.
Being that she is a Photographer, she showed me some of her cameras. NICE ones and said if I continue to be a gentleman, I might get to borrow one. Today she is dropping by the job to take some pictures and to see me. So, with an extra $300...
Fired up the Chromebook and headed to Bestbuy.com. I know, right? Who shops at Bestbuy nowadays, I do!! Let me explain. Since Bestbuy, (BB) , is actually a store, which has way too many employees working at any given time on the floor. It's always a good feeling walking in and see just what they have on display. But I notice something...and this is what cause me to spend 6 hours at this one store yesterday.
I went online to look for a Boombox that played cd, cd/rw's and cd/rw's mp3's. CD's, right? Who still uses them..me. And again mind you. Also, I needed cd/rw's too. Funny, when I ordered it, both items were available NOT in the SAME stores. A marketing ploy. Got an email that both items were ready to be picked up at their seperate stores. First store, 5 miles away. Me, with no car, but with a Smartphone in hand, tapped my app, Lyft. It's an app that I donated $25 to and I get 2 weeks worth of free cab rides. Basically, its $12.50 a week, if a cab is in my area. Hell, I tip the driver $5, so its a win, win for the both of us. I walked the 'lanes' of BB, just looking and seeing if they have new stuff, affordable new stuff that is...and that's when I met her.
She was looking at external hard drives and couldn't make up her mind, so I explained which ones dd what. But first I asked what she wanted to do with it, it's use. Just to back up her files, she is a photographer. More talking and she told me that she didn't know how to hook it up, but I told her I would show her. She had her laptop with her. She went to the car to get it..left me at the register with her credit card to pay for the external hard drive. Right there in the store, we found an outlet, which I think BB had an issue with us doing that. But I told them I wanted to see if it worked and I might upgrade to a Cloud hard drive. It worked great, but she wanted to know more about the Cloud hard drive, so I explained it. She wanted that one, took the one we had, placed back in box and got the Cloud off the shelf and pay for it. She thanked me for my help, gave me her name and number and told me to please stay in touch.
I'm walking around BB, taking notes on stuff I see. Writing down what I want to do with it if I were to purchase it. She comes walking back into the store as I was leaving. Told me she got a good vibe about me, something she hasn't felt in a long time, lets talk about anything I wanted to talk about. Right there in BB, in the video section, we grab some movies and sat down on the floor and starting talking about just about anything. After a while I told her that I had to go to another BB to pick up something I ordered online, she took me. Got what I wanted, and she took me to her home.
Now, nothing happened, though we both wanted it to...but we were having a good time just talking and I was floored by her home. Talk about this is how I want to live!! I mean the space, the greenery, the fresh air. Explained to her I was from The Bronx, and just moved here. We are talking, phone ringing all the time and after a while door bell rings. A bunch of her friends came over and were shocked that I was sitting on her floor in the living room. I mean, it got really quiet. She told them that she has company and could they all come back later. Guy tells, no asked me who I am. I told him I was his worst nightmare...with a smile. They left, and we continued talking.
Being that she is a Photographer, she showed me some of her cameras. NICE ones and said if I continue to be a gentleman, I might get to borrow one. Today she is dropping by the job to take some pictures and to see me. So, with an extra $300...
Monday, May 12, 2014
And You Think You Can Depend on SOME People
I am presently 8 hours from New York City, The Bronx, NY I moved here because I wanted to, I wanted to do something and be some where different. So, WHY did I think PEOPLE would or will change?
No, not the people here cause I don't know of that many. But I'm talking about the ones, the friends that I left in NYC. Okay, I asked this one woman who lives in The Bronx, but works for a certain college, to get me a baseball cap from there. She has been there for over 28 years, and I'm sure she cold find some beat up old one laying around somewhere. Not even that, I told her to get one, and I would pay for it when she has it. ,,,this was 3 FUCKING YEARS AGO!! No shit. 3 weeks ago she told me I have that cap you wanted. I text her my address. You know what she said? Oh I don't know if I am going by the Post Office. I did the next thing better. I got the largest bubble pack and place inside with the appropriate postage, another bubble pack with my return address on it. Simple right..APPARENTLY FUCKIN' NOT!! 'Oh, I don;t truct the mailboxes in my neighborhood'. God damn Cock Suckin' BITCH!! She got what I sent her along with $50, which was way more than the whole thing cost, it was for her troubles. It seems that that wasn't enough. I will see her on the 25th of June for my hat AND my money. But she wasn't in the same class, that class for stupid motherfuckers, cause she had a classmate.
Again 2 weeks ago, I called and ask another woman who is holding on to my Coast Guard Approves flotation Vest, Water Shoes and the MOST I ever paid for a pair of swimming trunks. Told her to go to the Post Office and look for the biggest box, which was $16.99 and place all 3 items in the box and mail it to me. She said you have to send me the money first, which I did, another 50 freakin' dollars. Last week I called her and ask did she send it, no. The Post Office is out of those boxes. Today I called her, did she get the box? Yes she did, but she was t=running around this past weekend. I asked what she did. She cleaned HER FUCKING APARTMENT !! What The Flying FUCK!!!! ARGGGGG!!!! Listen I am getting way to upset, can't go on any longer. Thsi is the same woman who called me and told me she THINKS, she left the pot on the stove on, could I go and check. Mind you, I was FOUR FUCKING HOURS away from her home. But I did go.
I've come to the understanding that some people are fucking lazy as fucks. I think being lazy is the lowest form of human life forms. We should just shoot lazy people in the freakin throat, put them out of their misery for the sake of all human kind. I mean, the're lazy, what are they good for. Hopefully before the Summer is over, I will get a couple of boxes sent to me...then again, maybe not. FUCK !!
No, not the people here cause I don't know of that many. But I'm talking about the ones, the friends that I left in NYC. Okay, I asked this one woman who lives in The Bronx, but works for a certain college, to get me a baseball cap from there. She has been there for over 28 years, and I'm sure she cold find some beat up old one laying around somewhere. Not even that, I told her to get one, and I would pay for it when she has it. ,,,this was 3 FUCKING YEARS AGO!! No shit. 3 weeks ago she told me I have that cap you wanted. I text her my address. You know what she said? Oh I don't know if I am going by the Post Office. I did the next thing better. I got the largest bubble pack and place inside with the appropriate postage, another bubble pack with my return address on it. Simple right..APPARENTLY FUCKIN' NOT!! 'Oh, I don;t truct the mailboxes in my neighborhood'. God damn Cock Suckin' BITCH!! She got what I sent her along with $50, which was way more than the whole thing cost, it was for her troubles. It seems that that wasn't enough. I will see her on the 25th of June for my hat AND my money. But she wasn't in the same class, that class for stupid motherfuckers, cause she had a classmate.
Again 2 weeks ago, I called and ask another woman who is holding on to my Coast Guard Approves flotation Vest, Water Shoes and the MOST I ever paid for a pair of swimming trunks. Told her to go to the Post Office and look for the biggest box, which was $16.99 and place all 3 items in the box and mail it to me. She said you have to send me the money first, which I did, another 50 freakin' dollars. Last week I called her and ask did she send it, no. The Post Office is out of those boxes. Today I called her, did she get the box? Yes she did, but she was t=running around this past weekend. I asked what she did. She cleaned HER FUCKING APARTMENT !! What The Flying FUCK!!!! ARGGGGG!!!! Listen I am getting way to upset, can't go on any longer. Thsi is the same woman who called me and told me she THINKS, she left the pot on the stove on, could I go and check. Mind you, I was FOUR FUCKING HOURS away from her home. But I did go.
I've come to the understanding that some people are fucking lazy as fucks. I think being lazy is the lowest form of human life forms. We should just shoot lazy people in the freakin throat, put them out of their misery for the sake of all human kind. I mean, the're lazy, what are they good for. Hopefully before the Summer is over, I will get a couple of boxes sent to me...then again, maybe not. FUCK !!
Sunday, May 11, 2014
I Can Hold a Decent Conversation....
...and at times, if you're a female, you would want to kill me. No for real, she would want to.
...see, cause all a female has to do is ask the man she is attracted to a couple of questions. The VERY first question should be, 'what is it that you want?' Now ladies, when you ask this question, try not to fly off the fuckin' hook when we answer, cause you did ask, right? Pay close attention to our answers. You shouldn't be judging on whether, you can 'get' what you want from this guy, or our answer, you should be seeing is it along the same vein as for what you're looking for in a man being your man. Cause face it, you're never gonna find that perfect man, he does NOT exist!!
Another issue... If the man you do have now, like he isn't doing, saying or even being the man you 'thought' he would be or can be... And, you decide to like break things off with him, does that mean that your female friends, are off limits to him? What's even stranger, I find that guys are feeling the same way about this also. If his girl breaks up with him, or the other way around, he says that she is off limits to all his guy friends too. I think that shit, both for the guy and the female is stupid, crazy and also childish.
I know this young guy, and I have to admit it, he has a HOT girlfriend. Just for the simple fact that she is 23 years old, she is so off limits to me that I don't even think...well, i do, but I try not to think about her. Whats so strange is this. She looks at me in a way like, 'oh wow. I'm only use to my man being this way, here you come along and you're opening my eyes.' Yes, she looks great from head to toe. Yes, she isn't Black. She is proud of her body cause she works out. Here is the thing. IF, they were to break up, would I say, no, I can't DO anything with you cause I do know your ex boyfriend...FUCK NO I WON'T! Because 1, she only broke up with you for the simple fact...be it whatever it may be, and you're, she probably get right back together again as a couple. Me personally, even if she was still going out with him, be it any female, who has a man, and she makes eyes like she wants to do something with me, I will pursue the issue. But I do take certain matters into consideration.
I thought it was only Black women who were only after men with money. Turns out that it doesn't matter what color the women are really. It's just now that I am seeing this because I'm associating with women who aren't Black. But some women, not all are like this. But I haven't seen any who are and that shit baffles me. Where are the women that are secure in themselves that they earn a living and there is more to life than acquiring 'things'. Looking for a man that will 'give' them things that they should otherwise be getting for themselves. The only thing that people should be searching for is having a good time, enjoying life, and meeting new people who are exciting no matter what way of life they are living. That they are where you are right now, doing things that you enjoy and living for the experience. Is that how the world is now, is that what's it all come down to? Let me see who can do for me, cause I don't want to do for myself?
So, people. Don't get upset with me because I come straight to the point. Don't get pissed off at me because I explain to you MY way of seeing and doing things. You do yours your way, and I do mine my way. And if some where along the way we do agree on something, lets take it from there and go further.
...see, cause all a female has to do is ask the man she is attracted to a couple of questions. The VERY first question should be, 'what is it that you want?' Now ladies, when you ask this question, try not to fly off the fuckin' hook when we answer, cause you did ask, right? Pay close attention to our answers. You shouldn't be judging on whether, you can 'get' what you want from this guy, or our answer, you should be seeing is it along the same vein as for what you're looking for in a man being your man. Cause face it, you're never gonna find that perfect man, he does NOT exist!!
Another issue... If the man you do have now, like he isn't doing, saying or even being the man you 'thought' he would be or can be... And, you decide to like break things off with him, does that mean that your female friends, are off limits to him? What's even stranger, I find that guys are feeling the same way about this also. If his girl breaks up with him, or the other way around, he says that she is off limits to all his guy friends too. I think that shit, both for the guy and the female is stupid, crazy and also childish.
I know this young guy, and I have to admit it, he has a HOT girlfriend. Just for the simple fact that she is 23 years old, she is so off limits to me that I don't even think...well, i do, but I try not to think about her. Whats so strange is this. She looks at me in a way like, 'oh wow. I'm only use to my man being this way, here you come along and you're opening my eyes.' Yes, she looks great from head to toe. Yes, she isn't Black. She is proud of her body cause she works out. Here is the thing. IF, they were to break up, would I say, no, I can't DO anything with you cause I do know your ex boyfriend...FUCK NO I WON'T! Because 1, she only broke up with you for the simple fact...be it whatever it may be, and you're, she probably get right back together again as a couple. Me personally, even if she was still going out with him, be it any female, who has a man, and she makes eyes like she wants to do something with me, I will pursue the issue. But I do take certain matters into consideration.
I thought it was only Black women who were only after men with money. Turns out that it doesn't matter what color the women are really. It's just now that I am seeing this because I'm associating with women who aren't Black. But some women, not all are like this. But I haven't seen any who are and that shit baffles me. Where are the women that are secure in themselves that they earn a living and there is more to life than acquiring 'things'. Looking for a man that will 'give' them things that they should otherwise be getting for themselves. The only thing that people should be searching for is having a good time, enjoying life, and meeting new people who are exciting no matter what way of life they are living. That they are where you are right now, doing things that you enjoy and living for the experience. Is that how the world is now, is that what's it all come down to? Let me see who can do for me, cause I don't want to do for myself?
So, people. Don't get upset with me because I come straight to the point. Don't get pissed off at me because I explain to you MY way of seeing and doing things. You do yours your way, and I do mine my way. And if some where along the way we do agree on something, lets take it from there and go further.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Okay... I Took a Chance Last Night
I've been waiting for the right chance and time to hit the night life here. I didn't know where I wanted to go, nor what I wanted to do. All I did know was that I wanted to be in a place where there was good music playing and good people enjoying it. I took into account of the assholes, the drunk asshole that could be present. I'm not mentioning names of these places...because, I just won't. First, I don't drink, not even sociably. I will sip a beer for like 5 hours if I have to. Only to wet my throat. I'm not on 'the hunt', being like that brings a Saturday Night Live skit to mind, so no, I'm not like that either. But I do seek woman who having a good time and are NOT drunk. First place I walked into, I was led by the hand to their table.
When I walked into this place I looked for the bar, somewhat crowded, but not too. Then I looked for the bathroom and the Fire Exits. Fire Exits, I ALWAYS seek those out, find them and lead those that are drunk to then in case of an emergency I always say. I got to the table and was offered a shot...of what, I don't know. I DO know, 30 seconds later I was wozy as all fuck. A table of 5 women, 2 weren't drinking and they started talking to me, knew right away that I wasn't from the area. How I know? I looked around on the walk to the table and I noticed I was the darkest person in the place. I wasn't put off by this at all, I enjoyed it. Not for the attention, but for that if anything did happen, I would be easily recognized, remembered. 'Well, it was The Black Guy for sure.'
One thing for sure, non drunk women here, I found out, are the ones who want to get laid, have sex. They are the ones who do the driving for their girlfriends who get so shit-faced, that they lose their mind. They are the baby sitters. Also, SHE told me so. Told me that if I hang with her as 'the babysitter', that at the end of the night we could REALLY get to know each other. But no, I was a a 'crawl', bar hopping as they call it. It was VERY early, say around 9pm and from what I could tell from outside on the streets, there were MANY bars. I stayed until 9:30 and bounced.
The next place I found was due to the lines and the way the people outside were dressed...the music blasting helped also. THIS was my place!! Trance, Electronic Dance Music, EDM...and the people 'head bobbing' in the line, I wanted in. I don't mind waiting in line, but I wanted in. Went straight to the front, sticking my hand out, with a $20 dollar bill secretly hidden, I shook his hand, it worked, he directed me in. I went straight to the dance floor. OMG!! I was there, I was home..I lost myself in the music. It was just me and the music for the next 2 hours, that was when I left the dance floor. I was all over it, from one end to the other JUST DANCING. No style, just what the music made me feel. This DJ, which I got to talk to and trade email addresses with...he KNOWS his stuff. There is an art to playing music like this and not many can do it. You have to be able to keep the dance floor full and keep the heads bobbing as he KNEW how to do. This one young lady, about 35, followed me where ever I went on the floor. I asked her name.
Not only did she give me her name, but her number too, and a ride home after we had a cup of coffee at some diner where we talked. Single, no children, says she has a nice home. I don't know if that was the 'window' for me, but I didn't want to take a chance. But we agreed to meet sometime during the week, after I call her on Sunday, meet during the week for dinner, some where quiet to talk. When she dropped me off, she said she wanted to know me for the simple fact on the way I was dancing, and that she kept seeing me all over the dance floor.
So, my first night out 'clubbing', was FUN!!
When I walked into this place I looked for the bar, somewhat crowded, but not too. Then I looked for the bathroom and the Fire Exits. Fire Exits, I ALWAYS seek those out, find them and lead those that are drunk to then in case of an emergency I always say. I got to the table and was offered a shot...of what, I don't know. I DO know, 30 seconds later I was wozy as all fuck. A table of 5 women, 2 weren't drinking and they started talking to me, knew right away that I wasn't from the area. How I know? I looked around on the walk to the table and I noticed I was the darkest person in the place. I wasn't put off by this at all, I enjoyed it. Not for the attention, but for that if anything did happen, I would be easily recognized, remembered. 'Well, it was The Black Guy for sure.'
One thing for sure, non drunk women here, I found out, are the ones who want to get laid, have sex. They are the ones who do the driving for their girlfriends who get so shit-faced, that they lose their mind. They are the baby sitters. Also, SHE told me so. Told me that if I hang with her as 'the babysitter', that at the end of the night we could REALLY get to know each other. But no, I was a a 'crawl', bar hopping as they call it. It was VERY early, say around 9pm and from what I could tell from outside on the streets, there were MANY bars. I stayed until 9:30 and bounced.
The next place I found was due to the lines and the way the people outside were dressed...the music blasting helped also. THIS was my place!! Trance, Electronic Dance Music, EDM...and the people 'head bobbing' in the line, I wanted in. I don't mind waiting in line, but I wanted in. Went straight to the front, sticking my hand out, with a $20 dollar bill secretly hidden, I shook his hand, it worked, he directed me in. I went straight to the dance floor. OMG!! I was there, I was home..I lost myself in the music. It was just me and the music for the next 2 hours, that was when I left the dance floor. I was all over it, from one end to the other JUST DANCING. No style, just what the music made me feel. This DJ, which I got to talk to and trade email addresses with...he KNOWS his stuff. There is an art to playing music like this and not many can do it. You have to be able to keep the dance floor full and keep the heads bobbing as he KNEW how to do. This one young lady, about 35, followed me where ever I went on the floor. I asked her name.
Not only did she give me her name, but her number too, and a ride home after we had a cup of coffee at some diner where we talked. Single, no children, says she has a nice home. I don't know if that was the 'window' for me, but I didn't want to take a chance. But we agreed to meet sometime during the week, after I call her on Sunday, meet during the week for dinner, some where quiet to talk. When she dropped me off, she said she wanted to know me for the simple fact on the way I was dancing, and that she kept seeing me all over the dance floor.
So, my first night out 'clubbing', was FUN!!
Thursday, May 8, 2014
My Dream
I woke up last night as I do almost every night to go to the bathroom. But, it was what I was dreaming..before I woke up.
It started with me walking towards my mothers bedroom. In her bedroom, was her and my father. They were both sitting on cushions, in robes. Their hair was a blondish color, To the left of them, laying on the bed and part way under the covers...were them also. I looked back at my mother and she gave me that smile she has. She stood up and opened her arms to me. I stepped into a warm embraced. Although no words were spoken, it was like we were talking. I then said out loud, 'Mom, it's time for me to go'. I looked down at my father, and like him as in real life, he spoke no words...he was always the quiet one. I stepped out of the bedroom and started walking down the hall towards the living room. I notice on the floor, my mother's cat, Vee, shot right by me. She is a crazy car and always had the habit of just doing that. She ran past me into the living room. When I got to the living room, she was running around all over the furniture. She came to rest on the sofa, sat there and just looked at me. I woke up.
I layed there for a while to take in all that I dreamed. I then got up and went to the bathroom. Got back in the bed, and I started crying, no tears of sadness, but of Joy. I have 2 Angels looking down on me. I really believe this. and there is no doubt in my mind. I am ready to take anything and anyone on from here on out. NOTHING is too great for me. I believe, as I always have, that I can do anything. This dream only goes to prove it.
It started with me walking towards my mothers bedroom. In her bedroom, was her and my father. They were both sitting on cushions, in robes. Their hair was a blondish color, To the left of them, laying on the bed and part way under the covers...were them also. I looked back at my mother and she gave me that smile she has. She stood up and opened her arms to me. I stepped into a warm embraced. Although no words were spoken, it was like we were talking. I then said out loud, 'Mom, it's time for me to go'. I looked down at my father, and like him as in real life, he spoke no words...he was always the quiet one. I stepped out of the bedroom and started walking down the hall towards the living room. I notice on the floor, my mother's cat, Vee, shot right by me. She is a crazy car and always had the habit of just doing that. She ran past me into the living room. When I got to the living room, she was running around all over the furniture. She came to rest on the sofa, sat there and just looked at me. I woke up.
I layed there for a while to take in all that I dreamed. I then got up and went to the bathroom. Got back in the bed, and I started crying, no tears of sadness, but of Joy. I have 2 Angels looking down on me. I really believe this. and there is no doubt in my mind. I am ready to take anything and anyone on from here on out. NOTHING is too great for me. I believe, as I always have, that I can do anything. This dream only goes to prove it.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Soooooo...
...I met her yesterday for an expensive ass cup of coffee. I was impressed.
...and I told her so. How can she not be..have a man, boyfriend, even a husband. Nothing wrong with her after our 2 hour conversation. In fact, she invited me back to her place, but I had to turn her down. Tuesday's are really busy at work, and I can't be off my mark. Quite a bit of knife work going on. But Wednesday I am to meet her at her place, she is picking me up from work.
...and I told her so. How can she not be..have a man, boyfriend, even a husband. Nothing wrong with her after our 2 hour conversation. In fact, she invited me back to her place, but I had to turn her down. Tuesday's are really busy at work, and I can't be off my mark. Quite a bit of knife work going on. But Wednesday I am to meet her at her place, she is picking me up from work.
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