This is a rant. I probably won't go all out, because that just isn't me, but I wanted to make it clear that this is not a friendly posting.
Anyway, a "friend" of mine on Facebook made a post yesterday that truly irritated me. I put friend in quotes because he was a pal of mine while we were in a choir together, but we really haven't had much contact since then, until we clicked the friend request and approval buttons on Facebook.
He said that the country should put the Democrats on the East coast and the Republicans on the West coast. And the independents could have Kansas.
My first thought was, "What's next? Different schools? A dividing line in public transportation?" I can just imagine. To sit on the left side of the bus, you need to be a registered Democrat. To sit on the right, Republican. Show your documentation, please.
Come on! That's truly ridiculous.
Because, you know, segregation worked so well in this country. And apartheid worked wonders in South Africa. And the Jews really appreciated being shipped off to camps.
I am getting tired, no, make that FUCKING EXHAUSTED of all the morally superior bullshit that people ejaculate.
"Mister Cellophane" from Chicago. Especially as sung by Joel Grey, because, well, he's amazing. Mainly for the line, "You can look right through me, walk right by me, and never know I'm there." I feel like the invisible man sometimes. It used to be something I worked at. I projected this aura of "don't notice me." Not anymore. Now the only times I don't want to be noticed is when I go into a store. "Can I help you find anything?" No! Leave me alone! If I need your help, I will ask for it. I know it's what these poor associates are supposed to ask, but is it really necessary? And if you're going to pester me about helping me, as least try to sound sincere.
"Maybe This Time." Not sure what musical it's from. I have a version sung by Kristin Chenoweth and Lea Michele from the TV show "Glee." I relate to this one because of the line, "Everybody loves a winner so nobody loved me." Yes, I realize that this is an over-generalization. But this comes back to the feeling of not being good enough to be loved.
Before you get all worried about my mental state, I don't feel like this all the time. In fact, just to avoid all the worried contacts I almost left this one off the list. And I would have, if not for my personal honesty policy.
"Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me" by TISM. Again, not exactly true, but the song is hilarious. And almost true.
"Fools Like Me" by Lisa Loeb. The line I relate to is, "Love was surely made for fools like me." I'm such a hopeless romantic it's almost pathetic. Most days, all I want is to just fall madly in love with someone. Or at least feel attracted enough to someone that I ask them out. Oh well.
Anyway, there you go. Not much to it, mainly because I need to go shower now.
If nothing else, this graveyard shift is good for those of you who like frequent blog posts.
Anyway, my sister Shawna called me tonight about 8 o'clock. It woke me up, and took me about an hour or so to get back to sleep. That was irritating.
She says that she wants to take me out to dinner for a belated birthday present. Now, I'm normally not a suspicious person, but I can't help looking for the ulterior motive. See, what I've noticed about Shawna is that she only contacts me when I'm going to be useful to her. I'm trying to give her the benefit of the doubt on this one, but she makes it difficult.
So I don't really know what to do about the situation. I'm not sure that a free dinner is worth the price of finding out what she's up to.
Anyway, it's weird. The older I get, the less I care about my birthdays. They just don't really matter anymore. I mean, it's an excuse to go to Kanab and visit my mom, get a good, home-cooked meal and have birthday cake. All good things, but I can get most of that any time I want. Except for birthday cake. But if I asked, I'm pretty sure Mom would make a cake if I asked for it.
Yesterday I got a $20 tip at work. I didn't feel like what I did really deserved it, but I wasn't going to refuse 20 bucks. All I did was go into a hotel room that had already been vacated and locate the guest's billfold, which he had thrown in the trash. It will get mailed tomorrow. He was grateful, I was grateful, it was a grateful-fest.
I've avoided them for a long time because of my last name, but I'm getting addicted to the music of Crosby, Stills and Nash. I don't know about Young. Maybe later. Most of my coworkers have a passionate hatred for the music that plays in the lobby, but I enjoy it. I don't like every single song, but the overall mix definitely plays to my particular tastes. Sometimes I start singing along, get self-conscious, then realize there's nobody around and I keep singing.
Also, I need to purchase The Lost Room on DVD. It's a six-episode miniseries that was put out by SciFi in 2006, before they became stupid SyFy. It's a show about objects from a mysterious hotel room. These objects all have powers that change when they are used together. Good character work, as well. Worth watching. I'm so addicted that I'm dreading the end of the sixth episode. Hopefully it will tie everything up, so I don't feel like I'm missing something.
People often tell me, "I don't know how you can stand to work a graveyard shift."
To tell the truth, I enjoy working this shift. I often feel like the only person in the world. At least from 1AM to 6AM.
The only issue I had was a little trouble sleeping in the evening. I need a near total darkness in order to sleep well, and that's hard to achieve at 3PM. I covered my windows, but there was still light entering the room.
My solution? It's a common one, I know, but it's a first for me.
I bought a sleep mask. Best $8 I've ever spent. The two evenings since my purchase I have slept amazingly well.
It's comfortable, adjustable, doesn't get in the way (I'm a side-sleeper), and a little sexy as well. No, really, I put on the mask and I don't know what's going to happen to me. Gives a little sense of fear, but more sexy. Supposedly fear is sexy, too, but I've never experienced that and I just don't believe it.
I really, really enjoy having a sleep mask.
And working the graveyard shift is great. I have cleaning to do, and other responsibilities later in the shift, but I usually end up with four hours to myself. I can do homework or mess around on the internet.
I love demotivational posters, by the way. Hilarious. Oh, and the webcomic Amazing Superpowers is, well, amazing. And laugh-out-loud funny. Good thing no one's around to hear me laughing in the dead of night.
I tend to discover new things about myself in the books I read, the music to which I listen, and the movies and tv shows I watch. I'm going to discuss these discoveries here. I may occasionally deviate from this plan, but that's my choice, right?