I put myself through such hell to get useless things done that it’s quite sick. My to-do list is as accurate of an example as i could possibly provide. For the staff page update i reread all of shafted, just to harvest the eight digit numbers of everyone’s best posts. Of course, now i have to find a way to seamlessly add a “best of” link to each staff listing. Meanwhile, my list of favourite songs involves not a lot of easy listening but plenty of addition, giving numerical value to things that don’t need it, and severely wasting my time. Of course, nearly everything on my to-do list qualifies as a time waste, since none of them actually effect my life (except for when i go to sleep). Obviously, i devote all of my free time to constructing massive wastes of time. And proud of it.
Things i intend to do tonite:
Recently i have found myself flirting at work. It started out unintentionally, though. During my last shift a quiet and seemingly young woman came in to order a latté. After she departed, Stephanie pointed out that i seemed to be flirting with her to the best of my ability, and i agreed without challenging her opinion. The girl was pleasant, attractive, and seemed to be around Me & Steph’s age. During the course of the day she earned the nickname “cute latté girl,” but seeing as neither of us had served her before we didn’t expect to see her again. I was entirely shocked to see her return to the store today, buying our last plain bagel and a hot chocolate. I had just arrived, so was so full of energy anyway that flirting was beside the point. However, today the young lady sat down (with her back to the counter) and read a book while she sipped her hot chocolate. Ever the suspicious wierdo, i took the opportunity to regal Stephanie with my tale of the Weezer concert in case the girl was listening in. What better way to impress upon someone the nuances of my personality than to talk about a recent concert experience? Anyhow, after a longish period of time (and the entire Weezer story) the girl exited the store, visited the nearby newsstand, and then disappeared down the hall.
Stephanie decided to wait until next week to follow her for me.
I am not the sort of guy who leers at every attractive women who walks by, and who flirts with every woman who comes within range. In fact, i hardly ever flirt at all. Well… that’s my opinion. I’ve had everyone from my mother to my theatre friends inform me that i am flirting heavily with someone who, in fact, i’m not even attracted to. I find it especially distasteful to flirt with regular female customers at the coffee shop (despite the actions of some of my male co-workers), especially considering that most of them are at least five years older than me. This rule gets slightly bent when people closer to my age come to the store; i’m just naturally friendlier to people who i assume i have something in common with. However, this still isn’t flirting.
So, at work today i came to the realization that weblogging itself is an entirely passive aggressive exercise. Think about it: you write down everything that bugs you on any given day, and post it on a site. You then attempt to publicize the site, and ask your friends to head to your site, but you know from past webpage experiences that they never will. So, you’re basically left sharing all of your petty annoyances with whomever wanders in off the proverbial street, thusly getting nothing accomplished at all in the way of human interaction (but constantly feigning “concern” that someone you are blatantly gossiping about to the entire internet world might stop by your site for a quick spin one day). And the worst part is, we all seem to enjoy every passive aggressive second of it.
Just a thought.
Oh god, the adult contemporary station is playing that awful editted version of “You Oughta Know” again, after taking an incredibly dumb shot at the highly superior local classic rock station. The shot was in the theme of “survivor on the radio dial,” and the “carpool” (of obviously overly-pc yuppy scum) voted WMGK off (apparently for playing a Bowie song other than “Changes”). The worst part is that they editted the “fuck” out of the song not with a simple silence or bleep, but by extending the vocal that comes before it, which tricks unsuspecting yuppies into thinking the song is an angsty but rational plea for an exboyfriend to wise up. Angsty, yes. Rational? Whenever i start bring up sex you had in movie theatres since we broke up, it usually doesn’t end up too pretty. This time they followed Alanis with some Billy Joel, but it’s some really bad Billy Joel that WMGK will never play. The happy ending to this story is that i’ll never hear this awful radio station after Viktor leaves tomorrow. Do you sense a theme in today’s posts?? Oh well, i’m off to the coffee shop. More later.