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wThursday, January 29, 2004 | |
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The closest Stater Bros to my house, if you can believe this is over 15 miles away. I can't even find a Food4Less. And Gelsons doesn't carry Lime or Blue Jello. It shouldn't be this hard to make Jello shots. I can remember a time when my mom and grandmas would fight over which supermarkets were best. Hughes, Vons or Pavillions. Our local was always an Alpha Beta, but then Pavillions went in. One grandma shopped at Vons. One liked Hughes. No one would ever go to Luckys. Then we moved and there was a Ralph's across the street. Not very good, but not far from Pavillions. One place I lived in college the Safeway was crap, so I'd take the bus to Albertsons. The next place I didn't like the local Stater Bros, so I'd go to a nice Ralph's. But now, Albertsons absorbed Lucky, Alpha Beta is Ralph's and Safeway, Vons and Pavillions are all the same. There is no Stater Bros or Food4Less in the L.A. area. And while Gelson's isn't close, it's less and less of an option because I don't like to pay twice as much for my groceries. That's why I've been grocery shopping twice since this strike started. And it sucks. posted by Jenny on 1/29/2004 03:28:00 PM |
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So, I'm sitting at home this morning, and at 10:18 the phone rings - "Hi, I'm calling to remind you to vote for Rickey Ivie by mail." "Ok, thanks." I hang up. Oh yeah, I recognize that name. They called me about a month ago saying they were doing a poll. Alright, I'll participate. Well, the questions were like, "If I told you that Rickey Ivie volunteers for disadvantaged minority youth, does that make your opinion of the candidate more or less favorable." Makes no difference to me. This came as a shock to the interviewer. Let's move on. "If I told you that candidate A represented a drunk city bus driver that killed a minority youth, does that make your opinion of the candidate more or less favorable." Makes no difference to me. The interviewer now has a heart attack. But honestly, even if the bus driver was aiming for the kid, he deserves a lawyer. It would lower my opinion of any candidate that says otherwise. Next question, "Candidate B was accused of sexual harrassment while in public office at the cost of over 1 million dollars to the tax payer, does that make your opinion of the candidate more or less favorable." Makes no difference to me. Being accused of sexual harrasment is only an accusation. It is not the candidates fault if people falsely accuse him and that happens to waste tax payer money. If anything, it's the fault of our litigation-happy society. Well, by 11:20 I had received my 6th call reminding me to vote for Rickey Ivie. The guy told me he was just a telemarketer hired to do this, he couldn't say how many times I've been called, it's all in the computer. He's sitting in front of the computer, but is clearly too stupid to look that up. Also, if he takes the time to call over his supervisor, he doesn't make his quota for people he's annoyed today. So I looked Rickey Ivie up, and called over to the phone number associated with their campaign. "Hello, is this the Rickey Ivie campaign." "Yes, how may I help you?" I tell her what's going on, and ask, "How is that not just pissing off the voters?" The girl who answered the phone said they didn't know they were making phone calls, that's an issue for the campaign. So she transfers me. And I get the same response. So I ask for the phone number of the campaign manager so I can ask him. They say no, but they'll transfer me again. It rings and rings and I get some guy who agrees that that's excessive. He wants my address and phone number. I can't have his phone number, but he wants mine. Fine, I tell him he can have my phone number, but not my address. I say I don't want a junk mail problem too. He says he'll look in to it. 11:40, the phone rings again. I say, "Hi, are you calling for Rickey Ivie!" She was. Now at noon the woman with the strategy company calls and apologizes that I got 6 calls. I inform her that it's up to 7 now. She says that that's impossible, the most I could have gotten was 5. 5! She gave me her phone number and says it's a hot campaign, they've contracted the calls out to a firm in D.C. and I'm going to get more calls, but I can call to complain after every call. She should probably be more worried about the fact that I'm not voting for Rickey Ivie. posted by Jenny on 1/29/2004 12:18:00 PM |
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wWednesday, January 28, 2004 | |
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I think I know the girl on the right  You are Not A Lesbian. You simply can't bear to think that some women are having fun that you're missing out on. What Type Of Lesbian Are You? brought to you by Quizilla posted by Jenny on 1/28/2004 01:21:00 PM |
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wTuesday, January 20, 2004 | |
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Earlier this week I was watching Regis and Kelly, and Crazy Fan is in the 3rd row! Right over by where the guests ran out. How scary would that be, stepping out into a crowd of hundreds of people and seeing your crazy stalker. I know she didn't have tickets because she called my boss to try to get some. We weren't doing the show. I know she didn't go stand-by because I was in the stand-by line and there weren't all that many people. Well, what I found out was, she showed up early that morning and talked to everyone from Disney, the show, and the network until she recognized the name of someone she had talked to on the phone earlier in the week. Then she somehow convinced them to take her in early so she could see the rehearsal. Then she had them bring her friend up to the third row when the friend got there (probably someone she called after she got in). Also, quite scary... posted by Jenny on 1/20/2004 09:20:00 AM |
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wMonday, January 19, 2004 | |
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Yesterday we went to California Adventure to try to see Regis and Kelly on standby. It wasn't a problem at all getting in. We sat waaay in the back, but I didn't mind. The guests were both on shows that I work on every week. I guess it was still pretty cool, though. Afterwards I told my sister about the time my mom left her in Frontierland. Except I was pretty sure it was at Disney World because I remembered walking around the corner near a two-story western building that isn't in Disneyland. I told her I was really worried that my mom left her alone, she was only 5. She was really touched that I cared about her like that. But honestly, do you know what my life would be like now if my 5 year old sister had been abducted 15 years ago? Besides, I told her my dad might have stayed behind and watched her. As I remembered it, someone found her and bought her ice cream. When we came back to get her, my mom was pissed that it didn't turn out to be more of a punishment for her. I also remember being told I couldn't have ice cream too. The ice cream is the most important part of this story, as far as I'm concerned. Well, when we got home my sister asked my mom about the time she left her in Disneyland. My mom said I was making things up. But then this morning, my sister brought it up again, and my dad told her, "No, she didn't leave you in Disneyland, it was Disney World." Ha! Oh sweet vindication! He said that he was standing behind her and she just never realized he was there. At first he told her that it was a cast member that gave her ice cream. Then he told us there was no ice cream. But he did say to my sister, "you were being a real bitch, you know." That was good, not as good as the "Oh sweet vindication", but good nonetheless. posted by Jenny on 1/19/2004 07:35:00 PM |
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wFriday, January 16, 2004 | |
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Well, I had more drama at work tonight. Short run down is: The person coordinating sending over audience from the parking lot and the person who coordinates the audience inside the studio used to be friends but now don't get along. The one who works for the studio thinks that we're there to do whatever she says when she says it. The one in the parking lot (my boss) is trying to do what she can to please the studio, but also to please the audience members outside who want to see the show. The problem is, the girl in the studio has her own people. But if they don't show up, we're supposed to have people on standby to fill those seats. After the show started I was asked to bring 3 people over so they could get seats. The coordinator from the studio met me outside screaming in to her walkie trying to reach my boss. I was holding her walkie though, and I had turned it off for exactly reasons like this. So she starts trashing me and my boss saying we screwed these nice people (believe me, they were assholes I would have just as soon brought over some nice people instead) because her friends showed up late, and she was giving them back the seats she took away and gave to us. Now I can kind of see where she gets that my boss screwed these people. I just don't think she understands that some times their jobs pull on the same rope from opposite ends. Anyway, she stands there berating me and my boss in front of "these nice people." Rather than say, "Don't you think it's inappropriate to make personal comments in front of audience members" I offer to stand outside with these people until some vip leave, and we get 3 more seats. When we finally got inside there ended up being seats, she was just being dramatic and saying we couldn't have them. Then she threatens to call the president of our company to complain. She does this 2-3 times per day so that we'll kiss her ass. Instead, I called my boss and gave her a heads up. Then I come to find out the girl that works at the studio had picked a fight with my boss earlier that day about whether or not she went to some bar with mutual friends last week. I still don't know how I ended up in the middle. I just did what I was asked to do. I'm sure this will happen again tonight. I might even get a phone call from the office before I leave. Last night after work I went to the same bar with my friends. This one guy just came out less than 2 months ago. He was trying to manuever his way through the dance floor when two girls tried to dance with him. They danced while he stood there on his tiptoes with his arms crossing his chest and wrapped around himself. I thought he looked scared, so I danced over, took his hand, and pulled him away. Then I whispered, "I saved you" in his ear. Well, one of the girls got in my face and said, "Don't worry honey, we weren't trying to dance with him!" Well, yes she was... For the rest of the night, every time I turned around, this girl was standing with her back to the karaoke stage flipping me off. When she went up on stage to sing with her sorority (from Pepperdine, in case you were wondering), they all sang while she just stared at me. I continued to have fun, me, my two gay friends, and my two other male friends (one of whom is 13 years older than me) just sang along and danced some all night. But she wouldn't let it go, and that amused me. At least I didn't out him or anything. I just bore her scorn, and thankfully when we went to the parking lot she wasn't peeing on my car. Because last month someone was doing that, and 2 and a half of my male friends were more scared than I was to fight them. posted by Jenny on 1/16/2004 11:08:00 AM |
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wWednesday, January 14, 2004 | |
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Well, yesterday I was at lunch with my grandma and my cousin from NYC when my boss called and asked if I would mind covering today on my old show. Now, if my regular show hadn't cancelled I would have said no. But since I wasn't supposed to work until 5:00 (I would have had to leave at 3:15 to get there). I said sure. Then she informed me that the call time was in 1 minute! I finished my lunch, went home, changed. It ended up taking me an hour to get there. Anyway, my supervisor stayed in the back during both shows. She kept yelling at me because I was the only one in her eyeline. Every time I looked at everyone else, they were in the wrong place, staring off in to space, chatting with the crew, eating candy they took from craft service. Basically doing everything but the one thing they're supposed to do: watch the audience. Oh, and my personal favorite. Someone got their period, and I got yelled at for getting them a tampon. So I went back to my position, and later got yelled at because that girl's position went uncovered while she used the tampon! These are just not things one needs to yell about. Also, 2 people got up in the middle of a scene. Apparently they had told someone that they needed to leave at 4:00, and it was now 4:02. I held them just off camera because there are 2 issues. 1 is being seen by the camera, and 2 is that the stairs creek like crazy when a person is even standing on them, so I couldn't let them go down. I explained to them that it's fine that they leave at 4:00, but if it was that important, they needed to leave before then, because once a scene starts, they need to wait until it's over. This would have been fine, but some kiss ass security guard (I mean, usually they literally do nothing, I do more security than they do) noticed the 2 empty seats and called it out over the radio. Then a pa or someone heard it and told the producer. Well, she got upset, and so the security supervisor asked my supervisor if anyone had left, and naturally she said no. He now shifts in to high gear like there are 2 stalkers roaming around backstage. Meanwhile, I'm in what is basically a soundproof sweatbox with these people. Because as soon and they cut, I'm going to take them out. My supervisor comes over and starts yelling at me about the 2 empty seats. I pull her aside and say, "Yes, these 2 people got up during the scene because they didn't know they couldn't, so I held them up top, and I'm going to take them out when we cut." Now this makes perfect sense to me. A, they forgot to announce that you can't get up. And b, that's what we always do when people get up, hold them from going down. I'm not about to reward people for not following a simple rule (when it's given out). But also, I'm not going to let people go down the stairs and ruin the audio on top of potentially being seen leaving on camera. Even though we were taping my supervisor started freaking out, yelling and eventually screaming at me and them while we were taping. When I heard "cut" I just shepherded them down the stairs and took them outside. The mother explained to me that her daughter got a call back for an audition at ER, and they had to leave the show early. In an attempt to head off the obvious complaint call that was coming, I walked them out the opposite side of the lot so they'd be close to their car, and wrote down directions on the best way to get to their assigned parking lot for the audition. They probably made it to the studio on time, but from where they parked, there's no way in hell they made it to the set, or probably even the casting office on time. This brings the obvious question, was it really important to use your free tickets to the taping once you got the call back from ER? Anyway, when I got back my supervisor was really mad at me because the people got up. I told her that I thought it was better to hold them then send them back to their seats. She disagreed. All the time I worked on that show (July through October) we never sent anyone back to their seat, we always held them. I have to think she was disagreeing with me just to disagree with me. I feel like it was a judgement call. I mean, I had 3 choices: Send them back, hold them, or let them go. Sending them back has more negative consequences than holding them, but not as many as letting them go. Plus, what if they were in the middle of a row or in the front or something. That would be worse, I think. Finally, during the second load in, I was supposed to take everyone to wait outside the stage for load in. I started to, but then someone headed me off and said she'd take them the rest of the way. So I went back to the bathroom and decided I'd catch all those people up. Then 9 more people came and they all had to go too. So I told everyone to wait, I'd take them all up together. Now I thought I was handling the situation fine. But then this new page, who's more than a little slow walks over and takes over. She said she was confused about who was waiting for the bathroom and who wasn't. I wasn't, and I was handling it. She had another job to do, I found out later, when I was covering 2 positions. Alright, so I saw I'll walk down about 15 feet and have the people who are done line up. I'm explaining something to these 2 girls when this older woman comes up and yanks on my hair, hard. I look at her in shock and she says, "I couldn't get your attention", quite rudely. So then she starts taping me on the shoulder veraciously asking me all these questions about what I told her boyfriend. I have no idea what she's talking about because I haven't spoken to any men in awhile, except for a husband and wife who asked about the bathroom line. Then she grabs me and turns me around to look at this young guy, who was probably about my age. Apparently some big fat, old woman with an ugly, ruddy face has a boyfriend half her age. She tells me that I told them that they can't just walk to stage, even though they were in line before and stopped for the bathroom. They weren't in line before now, so I think she meant that they's been there before. But what I told her was, "Unfortunately we can't let anyone walk on this lot unescorted." She then started cursing at me in spanish. Her boyfriend pulled her away, but turned around and gave me the finger. Also, they refused to walk in the designated pedestrian walkway when we finally went up. But what got me was, I never talked to either of them. They talked to a skinny page in her 50s with short, blonde hair. That woman somehow confused her with me, an overweight 24 year old with the long, brown hair that she had just yanked. I can't wait until they call to complain. I doubt my boss is going to believe that she pulled my hair. In the end, I got 7.25 hours. Had I been scheduled on the show originally I would have had overtime. This just reiterates how much it sucks that I've been pulled off that show. Yesterday I would have worked a much shorter shift, and I'm not working today. If I were on that show, I'd have overtime both days. Since I got pulled, I've gotten overtime twice, whereas I used to be guaranteed to get it at least once per week. Also, I've lost 2 days of work per week that I've only gotten back 1 of those days 3 times since I was pulled the first few days of November. Point is, my paychecks have been cut in half. I'm looking for another crappy job to pick up the slack. posted by Jenny on 1/14/2004 11:07:00 AM |
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wMonday, January 12, 2004 | |
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Last night my mom had to go to some trendy, overpriced, "healthy" sandwich counter. After we ate expensive but not impressive food I went back to order a chai latte. Some dirty, unshaved girl asked me quite rudely if I wanted soy milk or non-fat in it. While her greasy, unshaved boss stood their poised to add whichever I chose I suddenly felt a desire to have heavy cream in it. Mmmm, heavy cream. But I went with the non-fat, because I'll take extra bland over a perplexing nuttiness anyday. posted by Jenny on 1/12/2004 10:11:00 PM |
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wSaturday, January 10, 2004 | |
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But jury duty still sucked I talked to someone at work today who had to come in late because of jury duty. She was in the same courthouse, on the same floor, in the same jury room as I was. She was picked for a jury panel on Monday, her first day. Then she had to come back for 2 more days until they were done picking the jury. The trial was Thursday and Friday. She still has to go back on Monday to start deliberations. I got called in the day before her (I was called in on Friday, she was called in on Monday) and they never empaneled a single jury. Ask me if I care that I got out of it much easier than she did, though. posted by Jenny on 1/10/2004 11:21:00 PM |
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wMonday, January 05, 2004 | |
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I meant to enter the Amish Tech Support Death Pool for 2004, but I never got around to it. Every time I went to the site in November I found navigating it confusing and finally gave up. Today I figured it out just fine. But now it's January 5th, and I'm thinking if I had just gotten my shit together 6 days ago I would be entered in it now. That is in no way a New Year's Resolution. I don't make those. And I scoff at people who do. Too many bad memories of being forced to write a list as part of some inane school assignment, only to be judged by some bitter, ignorant, inadequate teacher. And then it would usually end up in some folder for my mom to see on Parent Night. I always got higher marks on the picture I drew to go with said resolutions than the actual content of the resolutions themselves. But like I said, the teacher would assign it, and as we all know, those who can't teach. Speaking of which, my mother wanted to be a teacher, and now my sister does too. When my mom told me that at some point she went back to school to become a teacher (because she just majored in whatever her sister was majoring in) I laughed. I told her that she would be a terrible teacher and hit her students. She said no she wouldn't, it's different with students than it is with your own kid. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but it came up again in therapy tonight: When I was about to turn 21 my mother came to me crying. She told me this long story about how she was in Canada one summer going to some distant relative's wedding. She was wearing plarform shoes with hard wood soles (it was the 70s) and my dad made her walk really far. She has no medical evidence, but she thinks she was 1-2 months pregnant and miscarried. Then she starts crying even more saying that she wishes she had that baby and it were turning 21. Now basically what she's saying is, she wishes that baby were turning 21 and not me. I just sat there and ignored her. I mean, in school we learned that miscarrying in the first month or so of pregnancy isn't uncommon. Most women never even know they're pregnant. Plus, she has no proof she was pregnant. And after 21 years this is the first time she's mentioned it. Alright, now she just starts wailing saying how horrible I am that I'm not comforting her. And it's not like we were getting along so great at the time. I seem to remember that we had had a big fight 1-2 days before that severely lessened my desire to even be in the same room with her. And now she's telling me this bullshit story about how she wishes I was never born. And I'm expected to comfort her? No one has ever been there for me around here. Why is that my job all of a sudden? My first therapist cried when I told her this story. I couldn't say why, but it doesn't really bother me that much. I mean, I sit here and think about how what she said was probably the most horrible thing a mother could say to her child. And to top it off, she expects me to show her sympathy immediately after devaluing my existence (just about the one thing I have left). But still, with all the crap that my mother has handed me in my life, this was almost expected. It's like I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop with her. She hasn't disappointed me yet. So it bothers me on principle that my mother wishes I don't exist and then makes it my "fault" that she feels that way. But the actual words coming out of her mouth didn't matter any more. When I conceived this entry I was standing in the kitchen eating hummus on whole wheat Indian chapati bread. I thought about how snacking (and probably "emotional eating") are the things that New Year's Resolutions are made up. And that I could easily say that eating hummus and bread was good, because the food itself was good. But yet it was bad, because I shouldn't be eating that stuff at 11:00 at night. This superfically amused me and almost derailed me as I headed back here to type it all up. Surprisingly, I think for a change everything I've been thinking flowed nicely into one entry without me forgetting too much stuff. Maybe I was a tad repetitive, but what can I do. I'm the girl who doesn't resolve to do anything. posted by Jenny on 1/05/2004 11:29:00 PM |
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wSunday, January 04, 2004 | |
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Jury duty sucked ass. I think that because I postponed it twice they put me in a group number that was going to get called in. The people I talked to in the other group had all been putting it off for a year. Sat there all day (slept from about 8:30 am until lunch, though). They never called a single person's name to interview for any jury. They did however try to get us to volunteer for a year's service on a Grand Jury, for something like $25 per day. In the morning a judge came in to read a speech about civic duty that he had typed up on his little your-tax-dollars-at-work computer. Then he proceeded to read the whole thing in a monotone voice and look up exactly every 1/2 page. I'm guessing that coreography was written in to the speech. Then we watched the much hyped "new juror video". It was explained that the county really cares about jurors, because they spent lots of money shooting this stupid thing. Chock full of patriotic images of waving flags imposed over shots of George Washington, and interviews from "real life jurors" who were proud of their service. And they left out the part that was in the old video about witch trials and dunking chairs. I had actually started to look forward to that. I don't need to recount the whole wasted experience here. I'm off to Disneyland. My pass expires this week, so this will be my last time there for awhile. But I think it's time to take a break for awhile. posted by Jenny on 1/04/2004 10:32:00 AM |
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I have to report for jury duty tomorrow at 7:45 am. posted by Jenny on 1/01/2004 09:28:00 PM |
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So yesterday I get in a fight with my sister. She does something to me, my mother is staying out of it. I get back at her, my mother gets on my case. I told her I wasn't going to listen to what she had to say about it because she was staying out of it. So she goes around the corner and comes back and says, "Your father is asking your to leave this house. You make messes and you don't clean them up." Alright, so then they all go out to a Rose Bowl party. I call them 6 1/2 hours later and ask them to bring me some food. My mother says, "Aw, is she hungry?" and then my dad repeats that to me, and says I'm not getting any food. So then I tell him that she's a bitch. He tells me to lighten up. I tell him that she says that he threw me out of the house. He says, "Well, I can't comment on that yet." But he could agree that she's a bitch. Then I ask what are we doing for dinner. He says they've already eaten. I say I haven't eaten all day (my mother took my breakfast away from me because I make messes). He hangs up. He calls back 1 minute later and says they're bringing me home a tuna sub. I haven't had tuna in 20 years! Tuna in sushi. But I was forced to eat nasty tuna salad every week in preschool, and I hated it so much I haven't had tuna salad or anything else that was in that tuna salad or on the plate since then. Sheesh. Also, I've figured out that I can get a studio apartment in an unsafe area with no utilities included and street parking for twice what I make in a month. If I double my last paycheck, which was twice as much as any paycheck I've gotten since mid-October, I'd have rent with $56 and some change left over. Unfortunately I need a co-signer, references, an application fee and a security deposit and first month's rent before they'll let me move in. Damn. posted by Jenny on 1/01/2004 05:59:00 PM |
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