Upon entering the DSW (Discount Shoe Warehouse) in Orland Park, Illinois, and just prior to looking up and seeing the giant, wall-sized banners that said DISCOUNT SHOE WAREHOUSE...
"Man, it's like a shoe warehouse in here!"
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Another Random Sarah Quote
This one's an oldy but a goody... Staring into space as we were driving, came up with this nugget...
"Klumsy kids that are cute are 'quirky'. Ugly ones are just retarded."
"Klumsy kids that are cute are 'quirky'. Ugly ones are just retarded."
Random Sarah Quote
While folding laundry... (glaring at a sheet)
"Why is it that things you want to shrink never do?"
"Why is it that things you want to shrink never do?"
Home again, home again, jigity jig.
So I'm home again, and in a writing mood. Sarah's on her way home, and so I thought I'd take a few moments to fill in the blanks for the past few days... Hmm... what to write.
Oh! When I purchased the iPod a few weeks ago, I bought an FM adapter for use in the car, because I didn't think that the civic's tape player liked tape adapters, but I found out yesterday, that it does indeed like tape adapters, it did not like my cd player... which explains alot. The transmitter I returned was the highly rated "AirPlay" by XtremeMac. It was decent, but when you're traveling, you tend to lose radio signals fairly quickly, and would have to try and find a better signal quickly, and after enough tries, you start questioning the validity of the one you did find... kind of a "Is this really better than the one we just stopped using?" thing... By returning the adapter, I had more than enough store credit to get the also highly rated "Showcase" by Contour Design. The iPod Lounge, my favorite online source for all things iPod, rated it the best case possible, and I have to admit, it is spectacular. The only downside is that it tends to add a bit of bulk to the iPod that makes it look a little less awesome. But, you can always take it out of the case to impress, so it makes for a VERY essential accessory for me, destroyer of all things pricey and precious.
Well, I'm off to find food.
Foraging... foraging... "F" for forage... "F" for fun!
Oh! When I purchased the iPod a few weeks ago, I bought an FM adapter for use in the car, because I didn't think that the civic's tape player liked tape adapters, but I found out yesterday, that it does indeed like tape adapters, it did not like my cd player... which explains alot. The transmitter I returned was the highly rated "AirPlay" by XtremeMac. It was decent, but when you're traveling, you tend to lose radio signals fairly quickly, and would have to try and find a better signal quickly, and after enough tries, you start questioning the validity of the one you did find... kind of a "Is this really better than the one we just stopped using?" thing... By returning the adapter, I had more than enough store credit to get the also highly rated "Showcase" by Contour Design. The iPod Lounge, my favorite online source for all things iPod, rated it the best case possible, and I have to admit, it is spectacular. The only downside is that it tends to add a bit of bulk to the iPod that makes it look a little less awesome. But, you can always take it out of the case to impress, so it makes for a VERY essential accessory for me, destroyer of all things pricey and precious.
Well, I'm off to find food.
Foraging... foraging... "F" for forage... "F" for fun!
Oy Vey
Well, I survived the "three shifts in a row" ordeal... and came out of it very happy. During my second shift (yesterday's open at Woodgrove Festival Starbucks) I was made aware that my store manager had nominated me for Partner of the Quarter in my district... and I won!!! Very exciting. I was up against 7 or 8 other baristas, as each store in the district nominates one partner. I hope that this will continue to show the dedication I have been applying to my job, and translate into money when I get my revue later this year. We'll see. I haven't been able to find that magic role that some people manage to find, where the company loves you, AND pays you well. I'm always well loved and underpaid. Maybe I'll start threatening to leave every few weeks... just kidding. One more note about the Partner of the Quarter thing, another shift from my store got it last quarter, so that means we've ruled the roost for half a year! Here's to trying for all 4 quarters!
Last night's shift went well. It was sooooooo slow at the Hinsdale starbucks! I cleaned the back room for an hour or so. It went from looking like this, to looking like this (without the microscopes...). An improvement!
Well, that's it for now. I'm off to work again, but at least it's at 10:30 today, and not an opening shift again.
Jim
Last night's shift went well. It was sooooooo slow at the Hinsdale starbucks! I cleaned the back room for an hour or so. It went from looking like this, to looking like this (without the microscopes...). An improvement!
Well, that's it for now. I'm off to work again, but at least it's at 10:30 today, and not an opening shift again.
Jim
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Workety work work work...
Well, tonight I will be working the closing shift at the Hinsdale Starbucks. This wouldn't be such a big deal were I not opening my regular store tomorrow at 5:30. Which wouldn't be AS bad as it will be because I will then be closing the Hinsdale store later that evening. Why would I do such a foolish thing you ask? Well, because I need hours, and my store has been going through a difficult period because we have a bunch of quality people who want alot of hours, and several useless people who take up a bunch of hours because they're salary. So the quality people want to leave because they need the work, and the useless people want to leave because they want positions higher in the company, but unfortunately for both parties, the useless people aren't good enough to move on to the higher positions... so they stay, and work on the issues that keep them where they are, and continue "ruining everybody's lives, and eating all our steak." (Napoleon Dynamite reference for the uninformed)
On another, and only slightly stranger note, I was cruising around the Church of Satan's website, and came across this little nugget of joy. Apparently, Apple computer doesn't want to be associated with the church of Satan, no matter how the little buggers love macs!!! Outrageous! To see the article, you have to scroll down to the bottom of the page, and click on the "We think TOO different" logo. Enjoy.
That's it for now. Thank goodness...
Jim
On another, and only slightly stranger note, I was cruising around the Church of Satan's website, and came across this little nugget of joy. Apparently, Apple computer doesn't want to be associated with the church of Satan, no matter how the little buggers love macs!!! Outrageous! To see the article, you have to scroll down to the bottom of the page, and click on the "We think TOO different" logo. Enjoy.
That's it for now. Thank goodness...
Jim
Removed Post
I took my post from yesterday down for a couple reasons.
#1: The story I put up there about Ishtar, the druid sun god, wasn't true. Sarah read the message and said that she recently heard that the story couldn't be proven, and that it was conjecture at best... but as we all know, conjecture that sounds good makes great material for a story. And that is what it is as far as I know. A story that was told to me as fact, and I did the same yesterday... I am sorry for not researching it, but what I can do is apologize and remove it from the blog.
#2: I reread the post, and wasn't really happy with the way it was written. It rambled, and not in a good way. Better no post than one I regret.
Thanks,
Jim
#1: The story I put up there about Ishtar, the druid sun god, wasn't true. Sarah read the message and said that she recently heard that the story couldn't be proven, and that it was conjecture at best... but as we all know, conjecture that sounds good makes great material for a story. And that is what it is as far as I know. A story that was told to me as fact, and I did the same yesterday... I am sorry for not researching it, but what I can do is apologize and remove it from the blog.
#2: I reread the post, and wasn't really happy with the way it was written. It rambled, and not in a good way. Better no post than one I regret.
Thanks,
Jim
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
A New Age of Jim...
Literally... I just turned 25, and a dramatic event that will be recorded in the annals of Jim has occured. It all started with a tape deck, and my grandmother Lois taking me to a bookstore where I purchased the very beginnings of my personal music collection. After several concerts, and several more tapes, I had my growing music collection memorized, and not just the lyrics, I even memorized the song order.
I decided at 15 that it was high time I had a cd player, and signed an agreement with Columbia House to get 12 cds for the price of 1. I did this to force myself into saving every penny and getting the cd player. I received the cds in a week or two, but had to resign myself to reading the liner notes for two months before I finally had enough to by the player that I could use to listen to them. I knew the words to every song the first time I heard them. I was amazed at the sounds that accompanied the words I knew so well. It was like I was a deaf man hearing the birds sing for the first time. I was so happy. Maybe too happy. For the next few years, I dedicated every spare penny to my music. I bought, and listened, and read, and went to concerts, and wrote to artists, and spent long hours sorting the cds into alphabetical order, and my eventual ordering of choice: Popularity. My popularity of course. Why have the albums you don't listen to anymore in the front of your collection? Just because they begin with "A"? It didn't make sense... But the really unique part of my collection was that it was always portable. My first cd player was not a boombox, it was a magnavox portable cd player with "6 second skip protection." My life as a turtle began in high school. Carrying my cds in my backpack. And not just the popular ones... all of them... because you never know when you'll bump into someone and they'll say "Wow, I haven't heard Black Eyed Sceva in years!!!" And when that happened, I was there to say "Well, gee wiz! I have them right here in my backpack!" I daydreamed of things like that happening. I dreamed of my dad one day saying "Jim, I want to hear what you love so much. Why don't you play me a few songs?" If that happened, and I didn't have them with me, I knew that the chance would most likely never happen again, and I didn't want to miss that. When I joined campus crusade in my junior year, they let me dj the Thursday night events. I had never been given such an opportunity, and I took full advantage of it. People would come back to the music room with looks on their faces. Minds opening to the idea that there was music outside of what the radio played... fantasies that I had entertained in my day dreams for so long came true. "Jim, where did you hear about this band?" "How did you hear about this band?" "Where can I find this song?" I clung to every chord, and couldn't imagine a better time to be a fan. To listen. In the late nineties, a time in which many had given up on music, I was flourishing. I was like a Beatles fan in the mid to late sixties. It was my time, and I was so happy. College came, and my turtle shell grew. I took my cds to college and got a radio show from 7-9 am. Noone listened. I didn't care. The station only broadcast to several dorms on campus, and I didn't care. I was playing music for me. If anyone else listened, I was happy to have the company, but really, I was just dating my music. I met a girl, and introduced her to my lifelong love, and she fell in love too! Not with all of it, but so much of it. She saw the effect it had on me, and maybe that's why she loved it, because she loved me. Because that love let her pause and hear some of that music in a way that it hadn't been heard before.
The turtle years didn't truly end until this week, but there was a sub-era that has existed for the last 2 or 3 years. The computer age. When Sarah and I bought a computer, the first thing I did was start importing my cds onto it. Suddenly, I could make mix cds, I could listen to any song I wanted, and the most important aspect soon took control of my musical life. Random. God bless random. I could set my music collection to play any song in my collection at random. For years, I had played my music, but now my music was playing me! Challenging me to guess the artist, the song, the year... Coming up with creative play orders I never would've dreamed of! Johnny Cash segued into Joy Electric, then to Jurassic Five... I was in heaven. Sarah had her collection filled with her discoveries, and we have had a music filled adventure these past few years.
But there was still the unfortunate fact that I would, in theory, have to leave the house, and my musical haven at some point. These dry spells were filled by making mixes and listening to them on my portable cd player. This continued until this past week when I finally obtained the answer to my portable music dreams. The iPod from Apple Computer.
I have been watching this modern wonder with longing eyes for several years, and have never had the money to get one. So this last fall, I told everyone I loved that I didn't really want anything else. All I really wanted for Christmas/Birthdays was money toward the iPod, and that it didn't matter how long it took, I was willing to save the $ required. Well, at Christmas, I got more than I expected, but not enough, and my birthday came and went with more donated to the iPod fund. I was getting closer, but still about $150 away, when Saturday night rolled around. My best friend Ryan and close friend Sean came over, so the four of us could go out to dinner and celebrate my birthday together. When they walked in, Sean was holding a giant burlap bag which weighed a great deal. Mainly because there were $75 in pennies inside. Ryan brought $74 in $2 bills, and a $1 coin. Just enough... "You're getting an iPod tonight!" While I knew it was going to happen at some point, I really wasn't prepared for how awesome this would be for me. I know that many people with more money and less love for music have purchased an iPod with no real feelings one way or another, but for me, it was so important. Jessica, Sarah's sister came along for the dinner, and was there with the rest of us when we took it up to the counter and walked away with what will change the way Sarah and I listen to music for the next few years. The iPod holds approximately 5,000 songs at capacity, and weighs less than 2 cds in their cases. No more turtle years... no more mixes burned to cd. I can now have all the convenience of my turtle shell in my pocket. My shoulders feel better already.
I am so happy, and so thankful to my family in Ohia and Illinois, to my friends and to my wife for making this dream of mine a reality. Thank you.
Jim
I decided at 15 that it was high time I had a cd player, and signed an agreement with Columbia House to get 12 cds for the price of 1. I did this to force myself into saving every penny and getting the cd player. I received the cds in a week or two, but had to resign myself to reading the liner notes for two months before I finally had enough to by the player that I could use to listen to them. I knew the words to every song the first time I heard them. I was amazed at the sounds that accompanied the words I knew so well. It was like I was a deaf man hearing the birds sing for the first time. I was so happy. Maybe too happy. For the next few years, I dedicated every spare penny to my music. I bought, and listened, and read, and went to concerts, and wrote to artists, and spent long hours sorting the cds into alphabetical order, and my eventual ordering of choice: Popularity. My popularity of course. Why have the albums you don't listen to anymore in the front of your collection? Just because they begin with "A"? It didn't make sense... But the really unique part of my collection was that it was always portable. My first cd player was not a boombox, it was a magnavox portable cd player with "6 second skip protection." My life as a turtle began in high school. Carrying my cds in my backpack. And not just the popular ones... all of them... because you never know when you'll bump into someone and they'll say "Wow, I haven't heard Black Eyed Sceva in years!!!" And when that happened, I was there to say "Well, gee wiz! I have them right here in my backpack!" I daydreamed of things like that happening. I dreamed of my dad one day saying "Jim, I want to hear what you love so much. Why don't you play me a few songs?" If that happened, and I didn't have them with me, I knew that the chance would most likely never happen again, and I didn't want to miss that. When I joined campus crusade in my junior year, they let me dj the Thursday night events. I had never been given such an opportunity, and I took full advantage of it. People would come back to the music room with looks on their faces. Minds opening to the idea that there was music outside of what the radio played... fantasies that I had entertained in my day dreams for so long came true. "Jim, where did you hear about this band?" "How did you hear about this band?" "Where can I find this song?" I clung to every chord, and couldn't imagine a better time to be a fan. To listen. In the late nineties, a time in which many had given up on music, I was flourishing. I was like a Beatles fan in the mid to late sixties. It was my time, and I was so happy. College came, and my turtle shell grew. I took my cds to college and got a radio show from 7-9 am. Noone listened. I didn't care. The station only broadcast to several dorms on campus, and I didn't care. I was playing music for me. If anyone else listened, I was happy to have the company, but really, I was just dating my music. I met a girl, and introduced her to my lifelong love, and she fell in love too! Not with all of it, but so much of it. She saw the effect it had on me, and maybe that's why she loved it, because she loved me. Because that love let her pause and hear some of that music in a way that it hadn't been heard before.
The turtle years didn't truly end until this week, but there was a sub-era that has existed for the last 2 or 3 years. The computer age. When Sarah and I bought a computer, the first thing I did was start importing my cds onto it. Suddenly, I could make mix cds, I could listen to any song I wanted, and the most important aspect soon took control of my musical life. Random. God bless random. I could set my music collection to play any song in my collection at random. For years, I had played my music, but now my music was playing me! Challenging me to guess the artist, the song, the year... Coming up with creative play orders I never would've dreamed of! Johnny Cash segued into Joy Electric, then to Jurassic Five... I was in heaven. Sarah had her collection filled with her discoveries, and we have had a music filled adventure these past few years.
But there was still the unfortunate fact that I would, in theory, have to leave the house, and my musical haven at some point. These dry spells were filled by making mixes and listening to them on my portable cd player. This continued until this past week when I finally obtained the answer to my portable music dreams. The iPod from Apple Computer.
I have been watching this modern wonder with longing eyes for several years, and have never had the money to get one. So this last fall, I told everyone I loved that I didn't really want anything else. All I really wanted for Christmas/Birthdays was money toward the iPod, and that it didn't matter how long it took, I was willing to save the $ required. Well, at Christmas, I got more than I expected, but not enough, and my birthday came and went with more donated to the iPod fund. I was getting closer, but still about $150 away, when Saturday night rolled around. My best friend Ryan and close friend Sean came over, so the four of us could go out to dinner and celebrate my birthday together. When they walked in, Sean was holding a giant burlap bag which weighed a great deal. Mainly because there were $75 in pennies inside. Ryan brought $74 in $2 bills, and a $1 coin. Just enough... "You're getting an iPod tonight!" While I knew it was going to happen at some point, I really wasn't prepared for how awesome this would be for me. I know that many people with more money and less love for music have purchased an iPod with no real feelings one way or another, but for me, it was so important. Jessica, Sarah's sister came along for the dinner, and was there with the rest of us when we took it up to the counter and walked away with what will change the way Sarah and I listen to music for the next few years. The iPod holds approximately 5,000 songs at capacity, and weighs less than 2 cds in their cases. No more turtle years... no more mixes burned to cd. I can now have all the convenience of my turtle shell in my pocket. My shoulders feel better already.
I am so happy, and so thankful to my family in Ohia and Illinois, to my friends and to my wife for making this dream of mine a reality. Thank you.
Jim
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Putting the "fun" in funeral.
We are now back from Ohia.
Had a great weekend. Saw tons of my family... some of which I hadn't seen in a coon's age.
I haven't seen my cousin Vicki since 1995. It was good to see them all again. Great Grandma was awesome, and so many people loved her. I was honored to read my blog entry from March 10th at the Memorial Service. It ended up being quite the tear-jerker... even for me. I didn't anticipate that, but it was ok. I didn't actually cry, which would've distracted everyone more than anything. The father of one of my childhood friends was my great grandmother's pastor, and he spoke after that. A very moving message... One of my cousins who makes journals, said that what I read off my blog inspired her, and she's going to make me a journal. Apparently, she makes them, including the paper in some cases. She said that the one she's going to make for me will be made out of paper that will be made out of roses from Great Grandma's casket bouquet... Wow. I don't think I could even think that up... what an amazing thing to have that will be. I think I'll make it into a tribute book to GG.
Well, I gotta go for now, but I'll write more later tonight.
Jim
Had a great weekend. Saw tons of my family... some of which I hadn't seen in a coon's age.
I haven't seen my cousin Vicki since 1995. It was good to see them all again. Great Grandma was awesome, and so many people loved her. I was honored to read my blog entry from March 10th at the Memorial Service. It ended up being quite the tear-jerker... even for me. I didn't anticipate that, but it was ok. I didn't actually cry, which would've distracted everyone more than anything. The father of one of my childhood friends was my great grandmother's pastor, and he spoke after that. A very moving message... One of my cousins who makes journals, said that what I read off my blog inspired her, and she's going to make me a journal. Apparently, she makes them, including the paper in some cases. She said that the one she's going to make for me will be made out of paper that will be made out of roses from Great Grandma's casket bouquet... Wow. I don't think I could even think that up... what an amazing thing to have that will be. I think I'll make it into a tribute book to GG.
Well, I gotta go for now, but I'll write more later tonight.
Jim
Friday, March 11, 2005
Ohia... the Buckeye State.
We are off to the great state of Ohia this weekend. What started out as a premptive birthday celebration with my family, we will now also be attending my great grandma's funeral.
While I'm gone, entertain yourselves with the new links sidebar I added yesterday. Ryan Wallace is my best friend, his blog is not for the faint of heart or language, but always enjoyable... Erina Kamata is another close friend, and her new blog is quite entertaining... My brothers' blogs are on the list, as well as my sister-in-law Kaitlin. Attached is a picture of me waiting for her to update it...
The other links are for things I support. Art, apples and weird useless stuff.
Peace.
While I'm gone, entertain yourselves with the new links sidebar I added yesterday. Ryan Wallace is my best friend, his blog is not for the faint of heart or language, but always enjoyable... Erina Kamata is another close friend, and her new blog is quite entertaining... My brothers' blogs are on the list, as well as my sister-in-law Kaitlin. Attached is a picture of me waiting for her to update it...
The other links are for things I support. Art, apples and weird useless stuff.
Peace.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Vivian Miller
Well, my great grandma Vivian died today at 12:30 in the afternoon.
She was so strong. Of all the character traits that she exhibited over the years, her strength is what sticks with me. She helped plant a church with my great grandfather, she was a farm girl, the eldest, and looked after all of her siblings. When her husband died, she found her strength in her faith and her family. The Eash family, her maiden family, became our family. Closer than most families I know, and a blessing to all of us. She played guitar. Harmonica. Piano (a bit). She had a radio show as a teenager, and taught the first Vacation Bible School class at my grandparent's church. She was very close to my dad, and that enabled she and I to be close. She tolerated me at times, and praised me others. She was a great grandma, not just my great grandma.
Her eyesight died several years ago, and she's been groggy the past 4 years or so. Sometimes lapsing out of when and where she was. Seeing the way she could be at times was painful, but in a way that you ended up feeling bad for her, not you. She used to voice sentiments concerning why God had chosen to keep her alive, but so impaired... but I honestly think that it wasn't without reason. In the past few years, the last of my generation of family members have been born, and had a chance to meet her. In the past few years, she has come out of her haze long enough to understand some of the events taking place around her. At times, I don't think she comprehended, but many other times, it seems that she did. She would ask questions, sing along to old hymns, and play detective with me over dates and names. We'd try to discover important dates, like what year she got married, and what her first job was. She'd hold my hand so tight these last few years. For warmth. For connection. For love. I will miss her, and not just the strong, independent great grandmother that I knew as a child. The one that got angry at my sister for not finishing games, and always had one of those weird fiberoptic flowers that rotated and changed color... hypnotising me as I tried to fall asleep on sleepovers at her house. Come to think of it, she was THE ONLY relative that would watch wrestling with me. I don't think anybody knew we did, either. She probably knew I wouldn't have been allowed to. As I look at the past few years, I realize that I'll miss this great grandma too. And possibly just as much. I know it sounds strange, seeing that she was just a shell of the woman that she once was, but in many ways, she was still progressing. Still growing. Still teaching me. Still living. Some would say that she was hardly living, but I beg to differ. We are who we are. If our eyes are gone, if we have difficulty remembering or focussing, it doesn't stop us from being who we are. If she had been killed in an accident, or died suddenly, I would never have gotten to know the delightfully frustrated, open and vulnerable woman I've had the pleasure of knowing these past 10 years. Somewhere in the laughter over the inability to remember one's birthday, there is a beauty. A peace, and a knowledge that she didn't have to know. That I was so happy to hold her hand that she didn't need to worry about silly little issues like memory or the ability to see. In her hands, she held all the answers of the moment. The love of her grandchild, and the future of her family.
Here's to one of the greatest women I've ever known.
Vivian Miller
Decemeber 7, 1914 - March 10, 2005
She was so strong. Of all the character traits that she exhibited over the years, her strength is what sticks with me. She helped plant a church with my great grandfather, she was a farm girl, the eldest, and looked after all of her siblings. When her husband died, she found her strength in her faith and her family. The Eash family, her maiden family, became our family. Closer than most families I know, and a blessing to all of us. She played guitar. Harmonica. Piano (a bit). She had a radio show as a teenager, and taught the first Vacation Bible School class at my grandparent's church. She was very close to my dad, and that enabled she and I to be close. She tolerated me at times, and praised me others. She was a great grandma, not just my great grandma.
Her eyesight died several years ago, and she's been groggy the past 4 years or so. Sometimes lapsing out of when and where she was. Seeing the way she could be at times was painful, but in a way that you ended up feeling bad for her, not you. She used to voice sentiments concerning why God had chosen to keep her alive, but so impaired... but I honestly think that it wasn't without reason. In the past few years, the last of my generation of family members have been born, and had a chance to meet her. In the past few years, she has come out of her haze long enough to understand some of the events taking place around her. At times, I don't think she comprehended, but many other times, it seems that she did. She would ask questions, sing along to old hymns, and play detective with me over dates and names. We'd try to discover important dates, like what year she got married, and what her first job was. She'd hold my hand so tight these last few years. For warmth. For connection. For love. I will miss her, and not just the strong, independent great grandmother that I knew as a child. The one that got angry at my sister for not finishing games, and always had one of those weird fiberoptic flowers that rotated and changed color... hypnotising me as I tried to fall asleep on sleepovers at her house. Come to think of it, she was THE ONLY relative that would watch wrestling with me. I don't think anybody knew we did, either. She probably knew I wouldn't have been allowed to. As I look at the past few years, I realize that I'll miss this great grandma too. And possibly just as much. I know it sounds strange, seeing that she was just a shell of the woman that she once was, but in many ways, she was still progressing. Still growing. Still teaching me. Still living. Some would say that she was hardly living, but I beg to differ. We are who we are. If our eyes are gone, if we have difficulty remembering or focussing, it doesn't stop us from being who we are. If she had been killed in an accident, or died suddenly, I would never have gotten to know the delightfully frustrated, open and vulnerable woman I've had the pleasure of knowing these past 10 years. Somewhere in the laughter over the inability to remember one's birthday, there is a beauty. A peace, and a knowledge that she didn't have to know. That I was so happy to hold her hand that she didn't need to worry about silly little issues like memory or the ability to see. In her hands, she held all the answers of the moment. The love of her grandchild, and the future of her family.
Here's to one of the greatest women I've ever known.
Vivian Miller
Decemeber 7, 1914 - March 10, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Sunday
Well, I survived my first solo close at Starbucks...
Not without incident, but definitely without catastrophe. I started my apparently massochistic self initiation by silently alarming the police by using the wrong safe code while getting some cash for one of my baristas. The cops showed up discreetly, and I had to go out and let them know that everything was ok. Good response time, though...
Later on, some woman completely desecrated the womans' restroom. That was bad, but my days of working on the pig farm came in handy. Just kept telling myself that this was nowhere near as bad as that. Plus it earned a little respect, that I would do it myself as the manager.
Later on, I dropped an entire catalog of tags for our pastries, and had to resort them. And Matt, the silly Persian, brewed a whole pot of coffee with the spigot open, so it brewed all over the floor. Nice.
But other than that, the night went well, but busy. Tons of customers. Hope it looks good for me.
Anyway, I've had a song in my head as of late... it's by the great songwriter Randy Newman (Best known for his songs for Pixar movies as of late... Toy Story, Monsters Inc. etc...) It's called Political Science and goes like this...
Not without incident, but definitely without catastrophe. I started my apparently massochistic self initiation by silently alarming the police by using the wrong safe code while getting some cash for one of my baristas. The cops showed up discreetly, and I had to go out and let them know that everything was ok. Good response time, though...
Later on, some woman completely desecrated the womans' restroom. That was bad, but my days of working on the pig farm came in handy. Just kept telling myself that this was nowhere near as bad as that. Plus it earned a little respect, that I would do it myself as the manager.
Later on, I dropped an entire catalog of tags for our pastries, and had to resort them. And Matt, the silly Persian, brewed a whole pot of coffee with the spigot open, so it brewed all over the floor. Nice.
But other than that, the night went well, but busy. Tons of customers. Hope it looks good for me.
Anyway, I've had a song in my head as of late... it's by the great songwriter Randy Newman (Best known for his songs for Pixar movies as of late... Toy Story, Monsters Inc. etc...) It's called Political Science and goes like this...
No one likes us
I don't know why
We may not be perfect
But heaven knows we try
But all around even our old friends put us down
Let's drop the big one and see what happens
We give them money
But are they grateful?
No they're spiteful
And they're hateful
They don't respect us, so let's surprise them
We'll drop the big one and pulverize them
Now Asia's crowded
And Europe's too old
Africa's far too hot
And Canada's too cold
South America stole our name
Let's drop the big one
There'll be no one left to blame us
We'll save Australia
Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo
We'll build an All American amusement park there
They've got surfing, too!
Well, boom goes London
And boom Paree
More room for you
And more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Oh, how peaceful it'll be
We'll set everybody free
You'll have Japanese kimonos, baby
There'll be Italian shoes for me
They all hate us anyhow
So let's drop the big one now
Let's drop the big one now
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