September 2004 Archives

Hi *waves*. It's 4:45 in the morning and guess where I'm going. Have you gueesed? Well you're wrong. I'm actually going to the county clinic so I can keep from getting sued by the county over medical costs.

They call it health issurance, but it's not really health inssurance as much as letting them know that I have no money therefore I cannot afford to pay for even the most basic of medical care. It's quite depressing really, but I have to do it in order to get my zoloft and progesterone, which I need in order to live.

Yeah, it should be pretty fun. Standing out in the early morning twilight with the rest of the poor people, waiting for the clinic to open at 8:00am in hopes of getting one of those little pieces of paper with a number on it saying we can see the county worker today. Then it's another 3 hour wait until our number is called. Often they take you into one of those depressing rooms and ask you to pull out your ever monuting county medical bill (mine is up to about $300 now), so that they can take pity on you and give you a 6 month wavier to get discounted medical care.

If only we had socialized heathcare in this country. You'd think that everyone having a very basic need ( such as healthcare) without worry would be important, but it's not. Why, do you ask? Because in this country we worship one thing... MONEY. Fuck everything else. If you can't make money off it, it's not worthy of your time. And even if you do have health issurance, unless you're rich or have a kick ass job that actually cares if their employees live or die, you get a shitty plan that makes you take out a second mortage on your house, and you have to deal with doctors that get paid bonuses not to treat you, as well as companies who'd rather wait out your illness until you die from it than treat you for it, or better yet, use preventive medicine so you don't get it. You see, waiting you out is much cheaper than actually helping you get better.

Yes, my lack of zoloft is starting to catch up with me... as you can tell. I'm just disgusted with the world right now. There's so much injustice. There are more things wrong then there are right and that's sad. I guess it's just human nature. We live to kill each other.

Hi *waves*. I just haven't felt like posting lately. I haven't felt like doing anyting of late. I don't know if that is because I ran out of zoloft this week or what. I don't know. I'll try not to think about it.

Apparently my manager has the memory of a fruitfly. Three times, yes, three times, I told this man that I didn't want to be a combo-clerk and train as a checker, but did he listen... no. Now I'm going to spend the next week memorizing the top 50 produce codes that you must know in order to pass the checker test. I can see it now... me waking up in a cold sweat shouting out produce codes. Apricots... 4218, Artichoke... 4084, Asparagus... 4080! What a fucking nightmare.

On a happy note, I got a new shower-head today. Our other one broke so for the past couple of days I've had to take baths. Do you know what a hassel is to take a bath before you have to go to work. Not fun. Anyway, the new shower-head is fucking AWESOME! Much nicer than the last hand held we had. The last one only had 3 settings, but the new one has 5. Very nice.

Okay, I'm done boring you guys. Oh yeah, remember to vote in November! Every vote counts!

Peace and Love.

Hi *waves*. You've probably wondered why I haven't posted in a while. Well... I've been in a battle to the death with ants who have tried to take over my desk. Right now I'm winning, but who knows how the tides will turn by tomorrow.

This week at work should be fairly easy. If I have to do another three hours collecting carts in the blazing heat, I'm going to scream. It's been so freaking hot in cali the last month I'm suprised I haven't fated with heat-stroke yet. When I'm pushing like 15 carts in from the lot with sweat dripping down my face, I pray for heat-stroke... I really do. That would show those bastards.

My sister came to visit me at work on firday and she started helping me collect carts. By the end of her visit she stated that she hated customers and they were the laziest bastards on earth. It's true. Fuckers could have one plastic bag with a roll of toilet paper in it, yet they will still roll that cart all the way to the end of the lot and lodge it in one of the tree planters. And then there are the fuckers who leave their carts in the handicapped spaces, like handicapped people don't need to eat. What fucking ever.

Anyway, back to my easy week at work. I have a 5 hour shift on monday, have tuesday and wednesday off, then do nothing but soup demos until saturday, with sunday off. Very nice.

I'm just discontent with the world right now. Oh yeah, and North Korea may or may not have just set off a nuclear bomb test a couple of days ago. The Bush administration is really on top of things, aren't they?

Peace and Love.

Hi *waves*. Am I enjoying my weekend off? Why yes, yes I am. I gave my shift to a co-worker on friday so I could go to the Long Beach Harvest Festival with my Mom and my aunt Ellene. Okay, she's not really my aunt, but she's my moms best friend and I've known her since I was knee high to a grasshopper, so I think of her as family.

The Harvest Festival was fun. I bought these incredible prints of charcol drawings by this Japanese artist. He specializes in celebrities and he's fucking brilliant. He does these insanely detailed charcols. It's like he's taken a picture with his mind. I bought 2 prints of Audrey Hepburn and 1 of Katherine Hepburn. All his stuff is in black and white, so it goes with my room perfectly. I also have a huge Breakfast at Tiffany's print over my comp, so the Audrey Hepburn stuff goes with that.

I also bought two of the most yummy carmel apples I've ever had. They are huge and covered with pecans and almonds. Those type of carmel apples usually go for like 30 bucks in a specailty chocolate shop, but she was selling them for $8 bucks a pop. Fantastic.

Overall, I had fun and didn't regret one bit giving away that shift. It was nice to get away from the job from hell for a while. I'm just going to relax for the rest of the weekend. Just chill.

I also saw an interesting thing while driving to dinner after the Festival. Two Mexican kids were walking down the street. A cop was driving by, saw them, backed up his car, jumped out and yelled for the kids to put there hands up. He shoved them up against the hood of his car and started patting them down.

Now, from what I could see, these kids weren't doing anything but minding their own business. The were just hanging out in Downtown Long Beach on a friday night, probably going to see a movie or something. They weren't doing anything that should cause a cop to back up in the middle of traffic and start patting them down.

Both me, my mom, and Ellene were looking at this like "what the fuck?". But that's the way cops are in Long Beach. People may think this city is the hood, but it's the land of rich white people. In fact, the only gang around here wears navy blue and calls themselves the LBPD. It sucks that in your own city you have to be concerned about walking while black or mexican or asian... whatever. It makes me sick.

Anyway, I gotta go get back to work on Matt-Czuchry.Com. Yeah, I've finally started working on it again. I gotta get that site up and running soon.

Peace and Love.