greasers

i think that everyone should work in fast food at least once in their life. there is a lot to learn from working for minimum wage, under pressure, with hungry stressed people. in addition to the people skills that it teaches you, food service awakens the worker in the fundamental aspects of staple food quality. you learn patience, persistence, anad selective apathy. you can overcome your fear of intimidating people in positions of power. you learn what good food is, and what good food Isn't. you learn how to make food in a way that you might eat it. you learn that sometimes you just gotta suck it up and do the bad jobs. you learn that most of the time, the customer is NOT right. you learn to be more easy-going.
were everyone to actually Work Behind the scenes at their frequent food haunts, lawsuits would decrease astronomically. common customer curtesy might become more common. the customers might actually have a realistic perception of what exactly they are ingesting into their systems, and what the preparatory are like. obesity would plummet, and those. fast food taught me the meaning of displaced anger; all the time people are yelling in your face for things that often aren't even remotely your fault. it's not my fault that the price went up, that there are a billion people that came into the restaurant at the same time as you, that we happen to be out of your favorite item, that i have to check your i.d., or that i haven't been informed that You get a special discount for being the fourtieth bum from savers to walk in on tuesday after three.
anyway, i've had nothing much to think about without homework (i'm saving english for tomorrow), but the screen looked like it needed a boost. I haven't even been to work this week. and i do like my job. it's not as bad as people make it out to be. society is rather pecimistic, and i just like to sit on the porch beside it sometimes being morbid and cynical. makes me laugh.

new thought

let's NOT go up the Canyon when shooting for Black and White, ya? especially in fall. :P

saturday at joe's

the other highlight of my week was my saturday at work. it's a funny story.
so, my shift started at noon. when i walked in there, johnathan was sweeping the floor. this was strange because normally that's what i do when there are no customers around and i'm starting to close. i continued to look around and was very surprised to see that that garbage was full, none of the counters were clean, there was rice in the cooker, and dishes were piled high in the sink. whoever had closed the night before had done it really badly. johnathan mentioned that jeremy had left a note to call him. when he did, jeremy explained that he sometimes does this to his employees to remind them of the importance of closing really well. the two of us stewed there for a while and called back to ask if we were doing anything wrong. jeremy replied that there was occasionally a thing or two that we might do better, but other than that, we were doing fine. he went on to say that we shouldn't be too stressed and to keep smiling!
johnathan and i weren't smiling. we worked to get everything presentable (luckily the store is dead on saturdays), johnathan leaving around one. i was just finishing the work jeremy left when my nose started to bleed. Perfect. i was the only one working, so i couldn't really run to the bathroom, leaving the store unguarded, so instead i tried to sop up what i could with a clean towel which i then disposed of, getting it to stop with minimal damage to my already dirty shirt. i checked my watch to see what time it was and discovered that it had stopped. we don't have a clock in the store, so i was plunged into the timeless zone. i popped my head into the gas station to see what time it was and afterwards relied on the two customers that came in. at what i thought to be about four-thirty i wrapped everything up, mopped, and locked up. the last thing that we do is take out that garbage, because we have to leave the store, so i grabbed all my stuff, jammed the plastic bag in the door so i'd be able to get the can back in, and dragged the can back to the dumpster. i tried to get the lid up, but i'm to short to get it past the tipping point and there wasn't a stick or anything around. so, i tried to lift the lid with one hand and the garbage with the other, but the bag was really heavy. i got it part way up when the bag broke, dumping hogi remains and teriyaki sauce everywhere, including on my jeans. i wanted to just sit down and be miserable until a boy came to help the pathetic damsel in distress. it didn't happen. the bag with the extra rice was still mostly intact, and i lifted that to put it in, when it broke too, steamy rice and garbage juice Pouring down my arm, shirt, and into my pants. i wasn't so happy. i guess that i got the flagrant knight in shining armour. i dragged the can back to the door and shriveled yet again when i saw that the door had closed Over the new bag, locking me and the can out of the restaurant. i lamely coaxed the plastic from under the door, and pulled the can into the gas station, a dripping mess of melted minimum wage. i explained myself to the cashier and he replied that they could only let me back into the store if they got a call from my manager. i don't even know jeremy's number. he finally consented to let me push the can through the door into the restaurant, and i went back to the car, my juices starting to dry enough to relieve some of my guilt about sitting in freud and i drove home, stopping by all-a-dollar on my way to purchase a clock and a consolation candy bar.
anyway, that's our show. i haven't really done lots of homework and i have a paper to re-write tomorrow, along with stats and fashion. end of the term is next week. :P

i love narrative

corie...

if there's one thing that i've learned in court, it's don't say something when you're tired and angry, you might say something that you will soon regret. i am now tired and Angry.
Frog Boy is so lucky that i promised my sister i'd only write once a month.

city parking...and more!

it's kind of weird to me when i don't go to school. i came back from my field trip today and didn't know what to do with myself. not that i really knew what to do with myself ON the field trip, but that's beside the point.

i did enjoy myself though. i mostly wandered around sola, but i had a lot to think about and i came up with quite a bit.

for example, i have a reason for why my style is different. i just like to have reasons, it makes my brain run easier, even if the reasons are stupid. but anyway, my reason is that, like some photographers, my photos portray thoughts more than the subject itself. a photo is a feeling or idea. more than the sum of its parts. where i digress, however, is in my thinking.

i think very differently than most people, teenagers in particular. so, obviously, my photos would be very different in order to portray my different thoughts, ideas, and feelings.



i'd laugh if anyone tried to analyse my stuff though. i have trouble with communication. which is why i'm going to study that.
by the by, i didn't get very far with my digital pics of the city, so i was playing around in the music room.

black and white

can you tell that i've been using my digital camera? and that i have an assignment due friday, but that's no as much of the point. pretty much, my camera is my favorite toy ever and i've been pixel-happy for the last couple weeks.

anyway, i went deep into enemy territory today for the sake of scholastics. i thought about bringing the barbi doll, but i didn't have one. it was fun though. confusing, but fun. i shot over 100 pictures i'm down to 12, including duplicates. i'm not sure if that's sad or not. *shrug* either way...

now comes the trouble of deciding which two make the cut. i hate this part. i can change them, but what's the general census? i like the money one a lot, but what about between the eye or trombone? i just don't know.

anyway, that's about it. i have not more to say and i really need to return a story to someone so he can revise it for class tomorrow. i should probably do mine too.
oh! and this last one is just for mavis.


grr. they canceled frisbee this week. now i'm going to be slow and fat sin pe credit. math you!

branching in

there are things in life that one just wants to bottle. i think that this has been a common sentiment for quite some time. it has provoked countless works of art, including paintings, poems, books, perfumes, and photographs. i too have sought to capture a feeling, an idea, a thought, or just a moment in general.

for example, i have always loved the fall leaves. even with the knowledge that the winter is oncoming and soon steal my summer sun from me, i cannot help but admire the brilliance that adorns the mountains and creeps across the valley as a sheer wave of color.

as we went up the canyon between sessions of conference yesterday, i collected a couple of leaves to press. when i got home and went to put them in the dictionary (under 'l' for leaves) i found several already in there. they were forgotten, faded, and brittle, just like the moment that i'd tried to save with them. still, i put the new leaves in and tried again. we'll see what happens.

i also put my camera to use in an effort to retain what comes each fall. noted, it can't really be done, but i tried, and i came up with some that i like.

man, if man is God's greatest glory, we must be pretty darn amazing.