No...not a FOX Tuesday night special....just my night at work, last night.
I have a friend. Quirky? yes! Insecurity? Uh...yes, again. But on the whole he is a good guy. So I have only confusion when I try to wrap my head around his behavior last night.
For those that don't know, I am working in a restaurant. You don't work in a semi-fine dining establishment without taking the job seriously. I make a better than decent living doing what I do. The job, as with any other service job has menial tasks. The most menial in a restaurant is sidework. This is the general maintenance and upkeep of the restaurant so that you don't have to re-invent the wheel daily. In our restaurant, as in many, your sidework is completed at the end of your shift, prior to counting out your money and going home. And one person is usually relegated to checking to make sure that everything has been completed to an acceptable standard.
Last night, (we'll call him Sam), Sam was the closer checking sidework. When I checked in with him and let him know I was done with my sidework, I also asked if there was anything at all I could do for him while he took time to check those items. Rather than saying yes, he then ordered me to do another sidework. This is not protocol. You do one set of sidework and are done. On nights when there are fewer servers, you might double up on a second one. But we were staffed appropriately. Also, you don't order someone to do something. Just general manners on that one. And the thing of it is, had he asked if I could have done the second group of tasks, I would have. Because he is a friend.
After being ordered to do the second task, I told him it wasn't necessary and he said, "Who's the closer, you or me?" My response was something akin to, "Does it matter? Sign my check-out." This pissed him off and he said something about how I have to respect him. Sam, however, didn't care to reflect about his own disrespect of me, as a co-worker and a friend, when he told me that I would do the second sidework or I wouldn't get a signature.
I know this is totally a vent entry. I am so blown away by the complete about-face Sam made towards me. I was able to blow it off last night but as I am about to go in for another shift right now, I am getting angry about it again. So work will be odd tonight, I think. I know Sam and I have to work together and I know I will have no problem doing my job, which will include pre-bussing, running food, topping off waters and teas in his station. But without an apology for his behavior last night, this may be a case where a good friend went bad.
Until Next Time
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6.01.2006
5.31.2006
The IMAX Experience
I have never been one that would ever have a problem going to a movie by myself. The way I see it, I'm not there to have a lengthy conversation. I (we) would be sitting in a dark room staring at a screen for two hours. No biggie if I'm alone or not.
Well, tonight, after several missed attempts at trying to go with one or another of my friends, I finally took off for the IMAX presentation of 'Poseidon'. I didn't really get fired up about the movie when I heard about it and saw trailers. But when I saw it was also being shown in IMAX, I thought, "this I gotta see."
I have to say that I am a Wolfgang Petersen fan. He usually puts out really entertaining and thrilling movies, (e.g., Das Boot, In The Line of Fire, Air Force One, The Perfect Storm, Troy), but this one kind of missed the mark. Not once did I find that I was holding my breath during an underwater scene (The Perfect Storm) or have a sinking feeling as you learn the true identity or motive of your bad guy (In The Line of Fire and Air Force One).
One Plus???? Richard Dreyfus' character was a gay man. Not over the top, gay. No excessive flamboyances. He just was and you only learn it after brief matter-of-fact conversation at his dinner table. Bravo to Richard Dreyfus for having the courage and the talent to lend a humanity and realism to his character.
Though I wasn't impressed by the film, (didn't expect I would be), I enjoyed it in the IMAX format. But I am looking way more forward to Superman Returns in IMAX next month.
Until Next Time
Well, tonight, after several missed attempts at trying to go with one or another of my friends, I finally took off for the IMAX presentation of 'Poseidon'. I didn't really get fired up about the movie when I heard about it and saw trailers. But when I saw it was also being shown in IMAX, I thought, "this I gotta see."
I have to say that I am a Wolfgang Petersen fan. He usually puts out really entertaining and thrilling movies, (e.g., Das Boot, In The Line of Fire, Air Force One, The Perfect Storm, Troy), but this one kind of missed the mark. Not once did I find that I was holding my breath during an underwater scene (The Perfect Storm) or have a sinking feeling as you learn the true identity or motive of your bad guy (In The Line of Fire and Air Force One).
One Plus???? Richard Dreyfus' character was a gay man. Not over the top, gay. No excessive flamboyances. He just was and you only learn it after brief matter-of-fact conversation at his dinner table. Bravo to Richard Dreyfus for having the courage and the talent to lend a humanity and realism to his character.
Though I wasn't impressed by the film, (didn't expect I would be), I enjoyed it in the IMAX format. But I am looking way more forward to Superman Returns in IMAX next month.
Until Next Time
5.29.2006
The Next Big One
I am now within two months of my 30th birthday. It's not the biggest birthday ever. Just the biggest one I've yet experienced.
Why do we subject ourselves to the painful process of contemplation. Am I who I thought I would be when I was in the sixth grade? Am I who I thought I would be senior year? Am I who I thought I would be 5 years ago? The answer, each time, is no.
In sixth grade I was going to have a degree, a career, a wife, kids, cars, house, etc., etc. By senior year, I knew that part of the above wasn't going to happen. I just needed to figure out how I was going to let my parents know they wouldn't have grandbabies from me. Five years ago I resigned myself to less of the (I won't call it a dream because it was never an aspiration, it just simply was what was going to happen) reality of my sixth grade mind.
Sure, between 25 and now I have completed my first two years of college. Before that I was a professional (definition: paid) actor/singer. Before even that I worked on the QE2 and the Viking Princess. I have lived a lot of life. It just wasn't the life that I was expecting when I was younger. And I'm O.K. with that.
But my reflection, ever moreso since my return from volunteering in New Orleans, has been on a relationship. In my adult life, I have had only two meaningful, though abbreviated, intimate relationships. They both occurred in my early twenties. I have been alone for far too long. And I wish I knew why.
I take stock often. I am not a bad looking guy. I come from a family with good genetics. I am the shortest male in the family but I have a powerful personality that can command a room. I can also shrink and be the least visible person in a room. It just depends on my mood and motivation. I consider myself overweight. I am told that I have an average build. So, maybe I have issues there. In fact, I have told myself time and again that if I work out, put on muscle, that someone will want me. Oprah did the same thing a few years back. She said a simple but brilliant statement right afterwards (and I paraphrase), "You're still you".
Add to the fact that I am exceedingly picky. I am not cocky or stuck-up at all. I can pretend I am cocky sometimes....but I laugh right after I say anything and people know it was a joke, despite my dry sense of humor. But I feel I have a right to be picky. I have seen people who settle just because they don't want to be alone anymore. That is not me, at all.
I'm not saying that my life is completely off-course. I think the greatest thing about my life so far is that I don't have a marked course. I have a life that my friends envy. My friends have lives that I envy. The grass is always greener, right? And I'm not saying that my life will be perfect if only I find someone. I'm not that naive. I'm not a 14 year old school girl, afterall. But I have had experiences and successes in my life. I just want someone to share them with and who can share their experiences and successes with me.
C'est la vie!
Until Next Time...
Why do we subject ourselves to the painful process of contemplation. Am I who I thought I would be when I was in the sixth grade? Am I who I thought I would be senior year? Am I who I thought I would be 5 years ago? The answer, each time, is no.
In sixth grade I was going to have a degree, a career, a wife, kids, cars, house, etc., etc. By senior year, I knew that part of the above wasn't going to happen. I just needed to figure out how I was going to let my parents know they wouldn't have grandbabies from me. Five years ago I resigned myself to less of the (I won't call it a dream because it was never an aspiration, it just simply was what was going to happen) reality of my sixth grade mind.
Sure, between 25 and now I have completed my first two years of college. Before that I was a professional (definition: paid) actor/singer. Before even that I worked on the QE2 and the Viking Princess. I have lived a lot of life. It just wasn't the life that I was expecting when I was younger. And I'm O.K. with that.
But my reflection, ever moreso since my return from volunteering in New Orleans, has been on a relationship. In my adult life, I have had only two meaningful, though abbreviated, intimate relationships. They both occurred in my early twenties. I have been alone for far too long. And I wish I knew why.
I take stock often. I am not a bad looking guy. I come from a family with good genetics. I am the shortest male in the family but I have a powerful personality that can command a room. I can also shrink and be the least visible person in a room. It just depends on my mood and motivation. I consider myself overweight. I am told that I have an average build. So, maybe I have issues there. In fact, I have told myself time and again that if I work out, put on muscle, that someone will want me. Oprah did the same thing a few years back. She said a simple but brilliant statement right afterwards (and I paraphrase), "You're still you".
Add to the fact that I am exceedingly picky. I am not cocky or stuck-up at all. I can pretend I am cocky sometimes....but I laugh right after I say anything and people know it was a joke, despite my dry sense of humor. But I feel I have a right to be picky. I have seen people who settle just because they don't want to be alone anymore. That is not me, at all.
I'm not saying that my life is completely off-course. I think the greatest thing about my life so far is that I don't have a marked course. I have a life that my friends envy. My friends have lives that I envy. The grass is always greener, right? And I'm not saying that my life will be perfect if only I find someone. I'm not that naive. I'm not a 14 year old school girl, afterall. But I have had experiences and successes in my life. I just want someone to share them with and who can share their experiences and successes with me.
C'est la vie!
Until Next Time...
5.28.2006
Who doesn't love a little insomnia?
I have always had bouts of insomnia. Ever since I can remember. I go through relatively long phases where I can fall asleep, as if on command. But the opposite of that is my agonizing, seemingly self-afflicted insomnia.
I say self-afllicted because I putter around, read, watch TV, etc., as if I was trying to do anything at all, besides sleep. For crying out loud....I almost put Ghandi (thanks Blockbuster.com), on at 2:00am. And if I had, I'd be done with it by now. I foolishly thought I'd be asleep already. But on some level, I think I knew I wouldn't be.
This blog, being typed out at 5:06am CDT, is my last diversion before I allow myself some sleep. For now, I should count myself incredibly lucky that I have a very good paying career that allows me most of my day(and night) free for insomnia and the sleep that follows.
Until Next Time...
I say self-afllicted because I putter around, read, watch TV, etc., as if I was trying to do anything at all, besides sleep. For crying out loud....I almost put Ghandi (thanks Blockbuster.com), on at 2:00am. And if I had, I'd be done with it by now. I foolishly thought I'd be asleep already. But on some level, I think I knew I wouldn't be.
This blog, being typed out at 5:06am CDT, is my last diversion before I allow myself some sleep. For now, I should count myself incredibly lucky that I have a very good paying career that allows me most of my day(and night) free for insomnia and the sleep that follows.
Until Next Time...
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