Tuesday, February 21, 2006
When Long Days Get Longer
Wikipedia says work is defined like this:
Manual labour, effort expended by people on productive activities in the home, school, or employment, or, by extension, one's place of employment or employer.
That's what I do. I work. Maybe you work too, I don't know, but no matter what we're doing, we're usually working. It's hard to think sometimes that I spend the majority of my day right now making latte's for people who think that I'm some kind of loser kid. Now I know that's not all people, but I think that's probably the majority. I mean, these guys in suits walk in all the time, I say hi to them and ask them how they are doing and they just ignore that fact that I said anything to them and then follow that by saying, "Venti Carmel Frappuccino." The best part about that is they go to their office later with their Frappuccino as if that is some sort of intense coffee drink. But we all know that those Frappuccino's are simply a cup full of sugar and ice. There's nothing intense about it. I like the guy who runs the construction company and orders a black coffee, and minutes later he's in line again for a refill, that's intense.
Maybe I'm complaining, but I hope not. It's not that I'm not thankful for my job, because I am. It provides the money I need to support the wife and me. Maybe that's why we work in general. I mean, it's not like we can just go through this life being supported by the kindness of others. People are kind yes, but like Paul said, "If they don't work, they don't eat." Anyways, I smell like coffee right now and I need a shower, so I'm gone.
So next time you go to Starbucks and you're wearing your work clothes, try smiling at the person behind the counter, and when they ask "How are you?" you might try responding by saying, "... uh.. it's going OK, thanks for asking.."
Posted by Shay Thomason at 4:46 PM
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Friday, February 17, 2006
For Me to Poop On
Ok, that might sound a little bit disgusting, I know, but let me explain. The funniest thing just happend while talking to my friend Tristan on the phone.So I randomly called Tristan to talk to him and just to say hi. But while I was talking to him we suddenly stopped. And that's when I heard the words... but before I tell you.. let me set it up. He was driving his new Mazda down in Orange Country, CA and talking to me on the phone. And when Tristan stops mid sentence, I know something is wrong. So he was driving around with his sun roof open and then he says, ".. Oh man.. " and I said, "what?"... to which he replied "... I JUST GOT POOPED ON!.." I couldn't believe my ears. Then he says, ".. THERE ARE CONVERTIBLES ALL AROUND ME WITH THEIR TOPS DOWN, AND I GET POOPED ON THROUGH MY SUN ROOF!.." I couldn't stop laughing. I think I almost crashed the car I was driving when I heard that. I mean, I've heard of people getting pooped on while on boats and stuff, but never in their car, through their sunroof. My friends are great.
So here I am. I've opened 4 days in a row at Starbucks this week. That's 4 days in a row at 4 in the morning. It's good money, but it's not good hours. Nothing I can do though, gotta take care of the wife and me. I need a shower though, I smell like coffee. That's not necessarily a bad thing, yet I smell it all day long, so I'm over it. Maybe I need to drink some coffee? hhm.. We'll see.
Posted by Shay Thomason at 12:34 PM
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Friday, February 10, 2006
Yeah, I'm an American..
Shaycam.com welcomes the Winter Olympics..
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Posted by Shay Thomason at 10:49 PM
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Monday, February 06, 2006
On Hold With 911
Never thought it was possible. In fact, I've only seen it in the movies and televisions shows. Today, I was on hold with 911. No really, it's true. You can forget about those urban legends, and "oh that's just Hollywood trying to spice things up"; it really happend to me!
You're probably wondering why I was calling 911 in the first place. Well, let me expound. While watching the Simpsons tonight in our living room, Bethany and I heard a noise and then a yell from a woman. When I ran to our balcony (we're on the 3rd floor of the apartment building), I didn't see anything except a woman walking towards the parking lot. Then I heard that woman say, "are you alright, is everyone alright?!!" That's when I heard, ".. nooo... I'm not alright.." To which the woman walking turned around and yelled, "someone call 911...!" So at that point I grabbed my sandals and I was out the door.
When I reached the bottom of the stairwell I realized that a younger man in a little car had hit an older woman. His front windshield was broken at one point which must've been where her head hit it. The woman was laying on the ground holding her head, but the man who hit her was sort of in shock. Everyone was just standing there staring at her, and everyone kept saying "someone call 911". So 3 of us we're on our cell phones in the parking lot of our apartment complex dialing 911. And to our amazement, ".. now connecting you... [pause]... we're sorry, all of our agents are currently busy..." One of the guys was like, "I thought this only happend in the movies, I've only heard stories of it happening, I didn't know it was real!!" I couldn't believe it either to tell you the truth, it was weird. So I ran back up 3 flights of stairs and grabbed our house phone which connected me right away with 911 emergency. After explaining to the woman on the phone what had happend the ambulance was there in less than 3 minutes. It was a crazy ordeal, and I still don't know how the woman is. She was talking and communicating to us, but she had to leave in the ambulance. So sad..
So what's the moral of the story? Write your local congressman and tell him that it should be mandatory for cell phone companies to directly connect you with the local 911 in your area. We should never have to hear an automated answering service in the event of an emergency, how lame is that?
Posted by Shay Thomason at 8:37 PM
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