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11-10-2008, 02:22 PM
I've been feeling kinda low the past few days. I'm exhausted as I've been working two jobs and had only one day off last week. This week, I have none. I had a bit of fun Friday night after work when getting together with a good old friend for a few drinks and late-night sushi tapas with kick-ass Latino music. There's this great place, Yuki, where you can get great (slightly overpriced) sushi tapas (then again, most tapas are usually overpriced) late late at night. Awesome dj who spins lots of great latin music, which to me, puts a cool spin on the whole environment.
I discovered that I actually sort of like unfiltered sake during that event; sake has never been something I really liked. Though there is Moonstone Sake, and they have two wonderful flavors I sampled at a wine festival in San Destin one year, asian pear and hazelnut. That was the only time I really liked drinking sake until the other night. Anyway. Babble babble.
Besides working my butt off, I am in need of furniture. Today, I went to a "big furniture sale" at one of the higher-end furniture stores here, with high hopes only to be slightly let down. First off, I was bothered by the disturbance of such terrible tunes as "Reunited" (which always reminds me of that stupid Reunitie commercial from the 70's) and some lame-ass Michael Bolton shit that was being blasted from hidden speakers within the walls as I walked through each display room.
Then, there were the patrons and employees buzzing around like so many insects, ants, to be precise. The employees actually were pretty nice and didn't push when I told them I was just looking for the moment, something I was grateful for. I can't stand pushy sales people. I had my once-daily "oh my god, you look so familiar" moment with one of the sales-ladies and after a few moments, I went ahead and jokingly told her I have a twin sister on tv. "It's NCIS, isn't it?", she asked. "Yep, that would be her". I get compared to Paulie Perrette at least once a week now. I'm not complaining- she's pretty hot, and we do actually kinda look alike, I suppose.
I walked through the warehouse and didn't really see anything interesting. Then, just for fun, decided to venture through some of the rest of the store. Things both beautiful and horrifying filled each room. Each item I loved cost at least $900 bucks. A single wooden chair with an engraved Asian design: $985 bucks. The one sofa I fell in love with and couldn't even bring myself to sit on (though I'd have loved nothing more than to sink down into its soft, down-filled cushions): $6, 897.00. Unbelievable.
$1000 dollar lamps. Ridiculously over-priced 18th century reproductions. Disgustingly ugly and cheap-looking contemporary plastic designs, all with equally disgusting price tags. I couldn't believe it. Do people actually pay this much for furniture?? I can't imagine having so much money to be able to spend $1000 bucks on a plastic lamp. Furthermore, why would anyone want to?
My visit lasted less than twenty minutes and I felt a huge relief as I pushed open the heavy glass door and let myself out of the building. I then walked across the parking lot and went into "Tuesday Mornings" where I bought myself a nice set of dish-towels for $6 dollars. I'd been needing some and these were just right. During my visit...overhearing and seeing a thin diamond-clad woman very excitedly showing her husband (boyfriend, pimp, sugar daddy?) a set of champagne glasses and exclaiming, "Oh my God, Look at these!!" "Don't you love them, don't you want to buy them??" I love them, they're beautiful, let's buy them, you want them, right?" "We just HAVE to have them!" There was a sense of desperation in her voice and how quickly she moved which made me feel uneasy.
I moved to another aisle to get away from her disturbing energy and caught glimpses of her accomplice several times later as we passed each other on neighboring aisles. He looked slightly distressed yet reserved to the point that he was going to buy whatever this woman wanted, no matter what, and that despite how much it should annoy him, he was still somehow compelled to keep doing it. I also sensed that being put into such a position brought with it a certain sinister pleasure.
As I exited the building, I saw a shiny new BMW convertible in the parking lot which I pegged as belonging to the wealthy couple still shopping inside. A brief stop at home for a smoothie and then to work. Work was slow and dull, though TBS had "Kill Bill" Volumes I and II playing, which made my night go by a lot faster and on a happier note.
I got a call from my neighbor, the landlord's son, informing me that my shower and bath faucet were finally fixed! I've been suffering with nothing but a tiny trickle of water for a shower the past month and having to spend twenty-five minutes using a gallon jug to fill the tub if I wanted to take a bath. It will be nice to have a real shower again tonight. Unfortunately, I left my favorite shower head (which I'd carried with me to each place I lived for the past five years) at my last apartment. I don't feel bad about it though; my ex roomate needed a decent shower head and I can always get another one.
So, I'm home. I skipped out on fetish night, too tired and not really in a sociable mood to go out. Plus, I just like being in my apartment. I'd like it a lot more with a living room suite and an extra book case and all my things put away. These things will come in time. One thing I've learned the past few years: to have more patience. I'm still very impatient and when I want something, I want it right then. But, I'm not so bad about waiting for them now. Now, if I can't get what I want, I just shrug it off. Eventually, things will always work themselves out.
Sigh. Gotta find a way to shake off this icky feeling. A trip to a beach sure would be nice. Or, a camping trip. A nice fire, bbq, too much booze, and roasted marshmallows, along with lots of laughter and a circle of friends would be the perfect cure. Snuggling beneath the stars in warm, fuzzy sweaters on the beach, looking up at the sky and listening to the ocean lapping at my toes with a friend would be nice. These are things which aren't going to happen, but oh well. My dreams keep me going sometimes.
A regular asked me tonight what would make me happy. Without missing a beat, I told him. Being able to work with kids again. Having a steady-enough and normal income to survive on, with benefits. Feeling like I was actually making a difference in the world. And, having a partner would be nice. He went on to tell me the usual "you're too young to be so stressed out and tired and you need to take a day for yourself and yadda yadda yadda"...it was all sweet enough and I sincerely appreciated his insight. But, how do I accurately explain that, at this point, I'm just getting by? I'm doing all the world seems to allow me to do at this time and still trying to move forward every day.
Anyway, I have half a club sandwich left waiting for me from work. I think I should eat that, take a real shower, and go to bed. I'm not even quite sure how I'm still coherent after getting only about three hours of sleep for the past four nights. How's that, LJ?
Good night, internetz.
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I discovered that I actually sort of like unfiltered sake during that event; sake has never been something I really liked. Though there is Moonstone Sake, and they have two wonderful flavors I sampled at a wine festival in San Destin one year, asian pear and hazelnut. That was the only time I really liked drinking sake until the other night. Anyway. Babble babble.
Besides working my butt off, I am in need of furniture. Today, I went to a "big furniture sale" at one of the higher-end furniture stores here, with high hopes only to be slightly let down. First off, I was bothered by the disturbance of such terrible tunes as "Reunited" (which always reminds me of that stupid Reunitie commercial from the 70's) and some lame-ass Michael Bolton shit that was being blasted from hidden speakers within the walls as I walked through each display room.
Then, there were the patrons and employees buzzing around like so many insects, ants, to be precise. The employees actually were pretty nice and didn't push when I told them I was just looking for the moment, something I was grateful for. I can't stand pushy sales people. I had my once-daily "oh my god, you look so familiar" moment with one of the sales-ladies and after a few moments, I went ahead and jokingly told her I have a twin sister on tv. "It's NCIS, isn't it?", she asked. "Yep, that would be her". I get compared to Paulie Perrette at least once a week now. I'm not complaining- she's pretty hot, and we do actually kinda look alike, I suppose.
I walked through the warehouse and didn't really see anything interesting. Then, just for fun, decided to venture through some of the rest of the store. Things both beautiful and horrifying filled each room. Each item I loved cost at least $900 bucks. A single wooden chair with an engraved Asian design: $985 bucks. The one sofa I fell in love with and couldn't even bring myself to sit on (though I'd have loved nothing more than to sink down into its soft, down-filled cushions): $6, 897.00. Unbelievable.
$1000 dollar lamps. Ridiculously over-priced 18th century reproductions. Disgustingly ugly and cheap-looking contemporary plastic designs, all with equally disgusting price tags. I couldn't believe it. Do people actually pay this much for furniture?? I can't imagine having so much money to be able to spend $1000 bucks on a plastic lamp. Furthermore, why would anyone want to?
My visit lasted less than twenty minutes and I felt a huge relief as I pushed open the heavy glass door and let myself out of the building. I then walked across the parking lot and went into "Tuesday Mornings" where I bought myself a nice set of dish-towels for $6 dollars. I'd been needing some and these were just right. During my visit...overhearing and seeing a thin diamond-clad woman very excitedly showing her husband (boyfriend, pimp, sugar daddy?) a set of champagne glasses and exclaiming, "Oh my God, Look at these!!" "Don't you love them, don't you want to buy them??" I love them, they're beautiful, let's buy them, you want them, right?" "We just HAVE to have them!" There was a sense of desperation in her voice and how quickly she moved which made me feel uneasy.
I moved to another aisle to get away from her disturbing energy and caught glimpses of her accomplice several times later as we passed each other on neighboring aisles. He looked slightly distressed yet reserved to the point that he was going to buy whatever this woman wanted, no matter what, and that despite how much it should annoy him, he was still somehow compelled to keep doing it. I also sensed that being put into such a position brought with it a certain sinister pleasure.
As I exited the building, I saw a shiny new BMW convertible in the parking lot which I pegged as belonging to the wealthy couple still shopping inside. A brief stop at home for a smoothie and then to work. Work was slow and dull, though TBS had "Kill Bill" Volumes I and II playing, which made my night go by a lot faster and on a happier note.
I got a call from my neighbor, the landlord's son, informing me that my shower and bath faucet were finally fixed! I've been suffering with nothing but a tiny trickle of water for a shower the past month and having to spend twenty-five minutes using a gallon jug to fill the tub if I wanted to take a bath. It will be nice to have a real shower again tonight. Unfortunately, I left my favorite shower head (which I'd carried with me to each place I lived for the past five years) at my last apartment. I don't feel bad about it though; my ex roomate needed a decent shower head and I can always get another one.
So, I'm home. I skipped out on fetish night, too tired and not really in a sociable mood to go out. Plus, I just like being in my apartment. I'd like it a lot more with a living room suite and an extra book case and all my things put away. These things will come in time. One thing I've learned the past few years: to have more patience. I'm still very impatient and when I want something, I want it right then. But, I'm not so bad about waiting for them now. Now, if I can't get what I want, I just shrug it off. Eventually, things will always work themselves out.
Sigh. Gotta find a way to shake off this icky feeling. A trip to a beach sure would be nice. Or, a camping trip. A nice fire, bbq, too much booze, and roasted marshmallows, along with lots of laughter and a circle of friends would be the perfect cure. Snuggling beneath the stars in warm, fuzzy sweaters on the beach, looking up at the sky and listening to the ocean lapping at my toes with a friend would be nice. These are things which aren't going to happen, but oh well. My dreams keep me going sometimes.
A regular asked me tonight what would make me happy. Without missing a beat, I told him. Being able to work with kids again. Having a steady-enough and normal income to survive on, with benefits. Feeling like I was actually making a difference in the world. And, having a partner would be nice. He went on to tell me the usual "you're too young to be so stressed out and tired and you need to take a day for yourself and yadda yadda yadda"...it was all sweet enough and I sincerely appreciated his insight. But, how do I accurately explain that, at this point, I'm just getting by? I'm doing all the world seems to allow me to do at this time and still trying to move forward every day.
Anyway, I have half a club sandwich left waiting for me from work. I think I should eat that, take a real shower, and go to bed. I'm not even quite sure how I'm still coherent after getting only about three hours of sleep for the past four nights. How's that, LJ?
Good night, internetz.
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