Plays Well With Others

Entry #150

Monday nights I signed up for a class at the local college. They were supposed to start at 6PM, and I usually dont get off of work until 5:30PM at the earliest. I’m sure you can see where this is heading.

I’m going to have to drop the class. There is absolutely no way I can get from San Francisco to San Mateo in that period of time. It takes me at least half an hour just to get out of the parking lot and through the freeway, and that’s racing. My first class was missed due to a meeting with the landlord to move into the apartment, last night’s class was missed just out of not being able to get there in time. I still have my Wednesday night class, it doesnt start until 7PM, giving me plenty of time to race the 30 miles.

Plus, I enjoy that class, unlike the nutrition class I was supposed to take on Monday’s. It was all that was left out of fifteen classes.

A very busy day at work yesterday, because someone was out due to illness. So I picked up all the slack, all the projects he normally does. Basically my group works on new products and features for the networks like chickclick.com, powerstudents.com, ign.com, etc. New features like voicemail through the internet, or instant messenging, all those cool toys you get to play around with on the networks.

I know some of the readers of Commixion, also are a part of chickclick.com, so that’s why I mention it. I dont work for those sites, I work for the parent company, but my group is in charge of implementing those features, or products, as we call them.

I can’t go into anything specific, but you should see some new features appearing on those sites shortly.

I feel so out of touch with all the journals and web stuff that I’m normally so on top of. Last week was extremely stressful, and I’m still not quite settled in enough at the apartment to get back into the swing of things.

I haven’t turned the computer on since I’ve moved in, which is really unusual for me, since I usually do so much work at night while sitting in front of the TV. My roommate and I just sit in front of the tube now and watch these really stupid shows. I totally feel unproductive.

Kara is also, like I mentioned before, thin as a rail. She also eats non-stop. I’ve never seen someone eat so much in my entire life. She told me she likes to snack, something I do very little of. She ate dinner last night, then a few moments later, broke out a bag of cookies, later having a bowl of ice cream, and then something else later on. I’d be 500lbs. if I ate that much. My dinner consisted of a bowl of Fruity Pebbles.

Lately, my stomach hasn’t been able to keep alot of food down. I’m not getting sick or anything, but I get an upset stomach if I eat anything. So the bowl of cereal was just right, because it didnt make me feel sick afterwards.

I think it’s due to the stress of moving and so my stomach is a little out of whack. Moving is very stressful. Everything you own is being moved, and then it’s all over the place, for a long time.

I went grocery shopping last night at the local Albertsons. I used to work for Lucky stores, before it became Albertsons.

I know this is extremely petty and not worth my time, but I walked in last night and noticed that the grocerty manager is a manager I used to have. He was the most horrible manager I’ve ever had. He treated me totally awfully and used to make do the most disgusting cleaning things I’ve ever seen in my life. He hated me, I hated him more.

So, there was this petty little part of me that wanted to see him in his little grocery manager job and say something to him. I actually wanted to call him a prick in his face, but then I thought that would be stooping down to his level. Then I thought of telling him how interesting is was that he was still a little grocery manager in some dead end career, while I was working for an internet company probably making more money in one week than he makes in one month.

I know it’s petty, but he was such an asshole to me, that now I have to shop at this grocery store where he works. He’s not even the store manager, he’s like some assistant manager or something … like a department head. Which I find even funnier, because when I left he was the store assistant manager, then he became a store manager of the smallest grocery store I’ve ever seen, and now he’s a department head. I totally want to rub this into his face.

Again, I realize this is petty shit that I should be over with, but you dont realize how horrible he was to me. He wasn’t going to let me go to my graduation from high school because of a work conflict, and when I went to other stores to work, he’d call them up and tell them shit about me being a horrible worker. He was born with a probe up his ass or something, so I think it would just make me feel good to see him slaving away building some Pepsi display to earn a few bucks, while I sit and write in my journal, talk on ICQ, and do minimal work and make big buck. I just soooooo want to rub it in his face.

I’m bound to run into him. I live right down the street from the damn store.

Anyhow, I missed Freaks and Geeks due to news coverage of a plane coverage, so I spent the night feeling very sad that I missed one of my favorite shows. Not that I’m not sad about the people who perished on the plane, but the news really didnt report any new information over the four hours of coverage they put into it.

Now, I’m posting on message boards trying to get a taped copy. Boohoo!

Anyhow, here’s to 150 journal entries.

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