venetian blinds
after 3 visits, i finally picked 'em up for my room... nice wooden venetian blinds. 65 bucks and 1 hour later (ikea, man! it does that to you...), all that was left was to put 'em up. now, for some reason unknown to me, ikea believes in packing the worst possible instruction manuals possibly created by mankind. anyway, the thing wudnt go up coz the screws were up against some concrete. enter... the power tools.power tools
since the beginning of time, man has been fascinated by power. i know this, coz it is repeated in every sitcom i watch, more notably in tim allen's "home improvement". (yes, this is where i get my knowledge from). annoyed at not being able to put up the blinds i had purchased, i spoke to the property's maintenance guy... hes a friend of mine. although hes not legally allowed to alter the room, apparently i am. so he points out this shed of his at the end of the property... this shed holds ALL the power tools u can ever dream of owning. goooooooooood..... verrry gooooooood.... mom was none-too-happy about these developments, but i sneaked into my apt anyway.profiling
before i get into this, let me describe what i looked like as i walked up to my apt from the shed: baggy shorts, long t-shirt, crew cut hair, tools in my hand... and yeah ofcourse the "tan". this very, ummm, south-of-the-border look (as it turns out) caused a fellow resident to walk up to me and say "que pasa" & when we would be able to get to fixing their sink.................... *ahem* i use the term "profiling" coz racism is just too harsh... and sooner or later, all of us do this. i chalked this one up to just one of life's "Seinfeld" moments. couldn't waste time; i had blinds to fix.bonus: annoying people in the service industry
took a quick dinner break. here's the scene: at chipotle (mexican grill) today, we order four plates. 3 require guacamole, one doesn't. let me repeat that. THREE yes, ONE NOOOOOO!!! ALL this woman behind the counter has to do in her profession is SPLOSH guacamole on these plates. THAT is it... it is the maximum effort and talent required of her. again, when she goes in to work, i realize the job isn't what she dreamed of as a kid, i know it's not paying enough, but STILL, even with the least bit of interest, you should be able to SPLOSHHH Gmole. after pointing out the one that does not need any Gmole... and repeating this twice btw... she picks up the spoon, and almost in slow-motion, i see her hand come down on the one i am pointing at. i wish at such times in life, i could snap my fingers and outta nowhere, news cameras would appear... journalists would break the glass ceiling n rapple straight on down, microphone in hand... and this, this TALENTED person's face is shown across the globe, in the news, in the papers... heck maybe on youtube. and then, my friend, maybe, just maybe, the idiocy will stop. but, i digress...anyway, the blinds got put up just fine. so yeah, there were a coupla etc holes in the wall, and yeah this might come crashing down any time soon... but you know wat? i enjoyed all of it. and did a pretty good job too ;)
a longer post about the new yr, the new job and my bday coming soon... but yeah, don't hold your breath. i might be out fixin someone's dishwasher LOL
