I did it again---nothing. I sat around all day on my day off reading a book and drinking tea. Now if I were a lady in some 18th century manor, that would be OK. But I'm a lazy college student who should be studying or at least getting out of the house. But honestly, if I had gotten out of the house, I'd have probably just gone to Title Wave to wander about the travel section, drink coffee and read a book. So, when I think about it, the calories I would have burned from walking to the bus stop would have been negated by the mochas, which means I come out even by staying home and drinking tea with lemon.
Anyway.
I discovered there is trivia on Tuesday nights at Humpy's. I hate the name 'Humpy's'. I hate saying it. Amy and her roomates go every week so I walked down there to meet up with them and helped out by knowing that Tommy Chong was arrested for selling drug paraphernalia online. Oh, and I also knew that the 1983 hit by the Culture Club was Karma Chameleon. Other than that, they had so many people on their team that I wasn't involved too much and Oh how I wish I could start my own little trivia group to play. Not that I have every Tuesday night off, but it makes me fondly miss playing Quizzo at Archie's on Monday nights with Steve and that motley crew.
Tomorrow I work again. Ho hum. In fact, I work the whole weekend so I'm sure I'll be busy with making myself forget I have no real social life by serving people coffee or telling them what books to buy. God, I need a real job. I just can't take this retail shit seriously anymore. Not only do I feel demeaned by the customers, but I feel demeaned by my own opinions of directionless, lazy twenty-somethings who've lost their drive to do any real work and make do with shitty hourly-waged soul-sucking corporate monster retail establishment positions. Like me! And the sad irony of it is that when people like us finally do get their asses in gear and get a real job, it's usually some entry-level ass-kisser position in a windowless cubicle at some soul-sucking corporate monster. So what's the point? I guess to make more money to buy booze at happy hour. Not that paragraphs such as these haven't filled your eyeballs before, it's just my turn to vent and be cliche by pointing out the cliches. Oh, and I'm only writing this, in all honesty, as one more of my attempts to procrastinate my way through college, as I have papers to write and homework to do.
You know, these same complaints I;ve just made are made all the time in one form or another, either as this week's theme on a sitcom, in movies like Office Space, in books like Generation X, or in silly SG blogs by silly girls like me. And as I read what I just read, the unoriginality of what I've said, juxtaposed with the fact that these concerns ring very true for most people I know make me very frustrated. And I think we've all felt this way. So we struggle to be unique, or make sure we care about what's going on in the world so as not to appear like a tunnel-visioned *American*, or we move to Alaska for a change of scenery, or we become activists, or we paint, or we travel, or we just don't think about it. I guess that maybe what I'm saying is that we need some aliens to invade the planet.
So there.
Anyway.
I discovered there is trivia on Tuesday nights at Humpy's. I hate the name 'Humpy's'. I hate saying it. Amy and her roomates go every week so I walked down there to meet up with them and helped out by knowing that Tommy Chong was arrested for selling drug paraphernalia online. Oh, and I also knew that the 1983 hit by the Culture Club was Karma Chameleon. Other than that, they had so many people on their team that I wasn't involved too much and Oh how I wish I could start my own little trivia group to play. Not that I have every Tuesday night off, but it makes me fondly miss playing Quizzo at Archie's on Monday nights with Steve and that motley crew.
Tomorrow I work again. Ho hum. In fact, I work the whole weekend so I'm sure I'll be busy with making myself forget I have no real social life by serving people coffee or telling them what books to buy. God, I need a real job. I just can't take this retail shit seriously anymore. Not only do I feel demeaned by the customers, but I feel demeaned by my own opinions of directionless, lazy twenty-somethings who've lost their drive to do any real work and make do with shitty hourly-waged soul-sucking corporate monster retail establishment positions. Like me! And the sad irony of it is that when people like us finally do get their asses in gear and get a real job, it's usually some entry-level ass-kisser position in a windowless cubicle at some soul-sucking corporate monster. So what's the point? I guess to make more money to buy booze at happy hour. Not that paragraphs such as these haven't filled your eyeballs before, it's just my turn to vent and be cliche by pointing out the cliches. Oh, and I'm only writing this, in all honesty, as one more of my attempts to procrastinate my way through college, as I have papers to write and homework to do.
You know, these same complaints I;ve just made are made all the time in one form or another, either as this week's theme on a sitcom, in movies like Office Space, in books like Generation X, or in silly SG blogs by silly girls like me. And as I read what I just read, the unoriginality of what I've said, juxtaposed with the fact that these concerns ring very true for most people I know make me very frustrated. And I think we've all felt this way. So we struggle to be unique, or make sure we care about what's going on in the world so as not to appear like a tunnel-visioned *American*, or we move to Alaska for a change of scenery, or we become activists, or we paint, or we travel, or we just don't think about it. I guess that maybe what I'm saying is that we need some aliens to invade the planet.
So there.
Nothing wrong with a book and a cup of tea on a day off - I try to do that even when I work..
I think that most of America's problem is that everything has gotten so big that we forget about how individual we all are in spite of it all. If we'd just remember that each person has their own self that is different and important, things may not seem so pointless.
So - drink your tea and read your book on your day off and enjoy Alaska's scenery!
Why do people have to be such assholes? Is it so easy to forget that you're dealing with a human being? I give attitude when I receive it, but not before and I don't understand why some people are so shitty to store employees.
I used to worry about the whole coporate monster thing and I'm still working for one. They exist at pretty much any occupation you can think of. In some way you're always going to have to deal with one. That's not a cheery thought, but it's life I suppose.
You're not alone. We're all in this together.
And I'm with you on the alien invasion.
Now for something completely different:
I'm not good at the Trivia Sports section either, my answer is usually Ty Cobb or Muhammad Ali. I'm chock full of useless knowledge past and present. At Humpy's (I hate saying it too) is the trivia the national kind on the TV? I used to play when I was in college a lot. I'd win free drinks all the time which was weird that I was able to remember anything let alone random stuff.
I guess the next step in the challenge process is to set a time and place for the TP master competition.