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wSunday, February 29, 2004 | |
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Well... When I was crossing Pirates of the Caribean off my list (apparently I only turn 25 once, so I got a gift!) the bottom half of my blogger template inexplicably disappeared. Oddly enough I was thinking about checking my visted link color, but changed my mind. Now it's gone anyway. So for now I just closed the blogger tag. I viewed the source of an old archive template, and hopefully I'll be able to figure out the problem. But not now.  posted by Jenny on 2/29/2004 03:25:00 PM |
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wThursday, February 26, 2004 | |
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Mourning My Tivo is dead. The hard drive was fried in a storm because it would have been a crime to unplug the video cassette rewinder from the surge protector in favor of the new Tivo. It will cost $139 just to get a replacement drive for the one that's in there, and I'd have to install it myself. I have stated that I cannot go on living without Tivo. The response was that it is more likely that I will get a new Nikon digital camera than a new Tivo. Oh the agony. posted by Jenny on 2/26/2004 11:47:00 AM |
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wTuesday, February 24, 2004 | |
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I crossed Mario Kart Double Dash off the list. I've been re-experimenting with my webcam today. (The last image was taken on May 25th, 2002.) Right now when I play The Sims (or some other computer game), it's going to capture a shot of the monitor every 45 seconds. The window still reloads every 135 seconds (I'm thinking about changing that to 90, but I want to be nice to dial-uppers). I've added an archive of the last 10 images. But right now I haven't figured out why that's not working. I think I can make it keep 10 images, saving every 5th image as one of the 10. But I haven't quite worked that out yet. Of course, by the time I publish this entry, it will be obvious whether I have succeeded or failed. My vote's with "failed". When I get a new TV, I'm going to have it set up to show me playing video games. Like Mario Kart, which I got this weekend. As it turns out, I had already beaten every level of that game that I'm ever going to beat when I rented it. It's really frustrating. I want to beat the Special Cup at 100cc so I can unlock Toad and Toadette. So far I've beaten all 3 cups at 50cc and 100cc, and therefore unlocked the Special Cup, which I've only beaten at 50cc. I've only managed to place 3rd in that one at 100cc and the Mushroom Cup at 150cc. I'm disappointed. posted by Jenny on 2/24/2004 12:25:00 PM |
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wMonday, February 23, 2004 | |
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Well, if it isn't time for my Big Fat Funeral Wrap-up. It rained, we all stood out in the rain up to our ankles in mud while the Rabbi was on cement under a nice overhang. The family was late (which is fitting, since we always end up holding Thanksgiving and whatever other holiday dinner for them), since they arrived with the body, everything was late. They mentioned everyone person she ate dinner with during the week. Her every Friday night friends and her every other Thursday night friends, her maid, and the woman who did her nails. They did not mention her brother (my grandfather) or her only nieces (my mom and her sister) except to say, "the twins". So obviously it was like my sister and I never existed to these people. In fact, people were coming up asking if we were related. I eventually asked, "Aren't you?" Her manicurist was not related. God figure. Also, they said that she was conceived in Poland and her parents came to NY to give her a better life. They were from Russia and they were here 10 years before she was born. But I guess their version makes a rich old woman seem more humble. Afterwards we went to her penthouse (which she died in) for a full catered lunch. The desserts were from someplace even more fashionable than the food. Half of what I made is still in our freezer. I took it home because my grandma likes it, and clearly none of the people there were going to eat it. I saw people going in to the bathrooms and taking the soap and shampoo. That is so tacky. Her own grandkids are already getting petty about getting their equal share. Well, the ones who came to the funeral. My uncle's ex-wife and her husband were there. She was actually nice, and funny and not dressed like she's 20 years older than she really is. That was weird. And her husband (elected official) actually wanted to talk to me about an issue. Usually he's quiet and acts like we're all the unwashed masses. And she usually keeps to herself and leaves early. It was weird to see them be the nicest people there. My uncle was still a dick, but what can you do. He has even more money now, so that's not likely to change. posted by Jenny on 2/23/2004 04:27:00 PM |
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wSaturday, February 21, 2004 | |
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So I call my grandma yesterday to ask if she needs anything from the market. She says she'll wait until my mom goes on Sunday. I tell her that I'm going on Thursday this week for my mom so I can get stuff to bake with for the funeral. She tells me 2 things she needs and I write them down (of course, I left the list at home, but I ended up remembering everything, woot!) I get home an hour later, and there's a message on the machine: "Hi ::cough:: tell your dad to call me as soon as he gets home ::cough cough:: ok?" Ten minutes later as my mom is coming through the door, the phone rings again: "Did you get the message? Why didn't you have him call me?" I explain to her that she called at 4:00, and that's too early for him to ever be home. I offer to call him at work for her. She launches in to patented martyr mode and says he's not to be disturbed at work. Meanwhile her pathetic voice has been stepped up a notch. I ask her what she needs, and she says she's stopped breathing and needs to go to the emergency room. This from the woman that always refuses the emergency room, instead choosing to call her doctor 2 days later for an appointment the following week. My parents tell her to go to the emergency room, but she doesn't like to wait. She'd rather have an appointment so she knows what time she'll be seen. Waiting is bad service. Anyway, I tell her to get a ride to the emergency room from her home. She says no. I tell her to take a cab and he'll meet her there. Again she says no, it costs money, and they only take $8 in taxi tickets. I tell her that my mother and I will come pick her up right now. Now she says no, but to make sure my dad eats, because he's going to be there all night. And she hangs up. I tell my mom and she says call my dad. I call him, and he says he'll call her. He calls back and says her phone is busy, but he'll leave work early. He usually gets home after 7:00, it is now 5:15. So I call her back. And I tell her if her breathing is bad, she should call an ambulance. She asks why. I ask her if what she wants is to stop breathing in my dad's car on the way to the hospital? She says she'll wait for him. I tell her that he probably won't be home until after 7:00, because that's when he usually gets home. She says, "Oh, well, I'll go have downstairs and have dinner then." And she reminds me to make sure my dad has dinner before he picks her up, because he's going to be with her all night. So now my dad is on his way home, and my mom is calling him, because she thinks my grandma might be having a heart attack and shouldn't eat. I also pointed out that if she can't breath, she could collapse anywhere between her room and the elevator or the elevator and the dining room. Or she could choke on her food, plus she shouldn't be making phone calls to people while she can't breath. But my dad turned his cell phone off. We went out to dinner at a local deli, and took 2 cars so my dad could eat and go. He ended up sitting in the emergency room all night with her (until 11:45) and they found nothing wrong. She was faking it for the attention. She's jealous of my great aunt who died. Now she's calling all day about the funeral and going back and forth on whether or not she's going, as if it's all about her. Anyway, around 11:15 I decided to go out. And my friends were all hugging me and asking if I was ok with everything happening with my aunt and grandma. I've realized that I have good friends and that my family just causes problems. All of them. My parents, my aunt and my grandma, my extended family. They're all useless. But I still don't trust my friends that much. I think the family's gotten to me. posted by Jenny on 2/21/2004 12:25:00 PM |
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wThursday, February 19, 2004 | |
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In the last few hours I have been drafted to bake for the funeral. Usually I don't get to make anything because my Uncle's new wife is all over that. But it turns out, she's not coming back from Europe for the funeral. Neither are the kids. For their grandmother's funeral. But instead of jumping right on this task, I've been waiting for a phone call. I'm supposed to get a drive on to Fox today because I have some stuff for them in my car. All I'm thinking is, "Fox store, ooh." I've added a list of DVDs (and other stuff) I want but can't afford to the bottom of the page. It looks out of place. I could work on that. I did make the archive list reappear. I finally gave up on java and did it the html way. I'm going to have to figure out a java script eventually though, because there's no way I'm going to be adding a new link every month. I should be able to list the months on the blog index and then again on the archive index. So far it's been one or the other. But I want both. Also, yesterday I renewed this domain for another year. I know it's out of sync with my hosting, though. I never paid Logjamming last year, and they didn't cancel me. So then when I paid it was a month or two later. I want to stay with Logjamming, but I don't want to put $60 up front for the whole year when I can get billed monthly to my credit card for less than $4 per month. Not that I need it, but I'm pretty sure I can get at least 3 times as much bandwidth too. I'd be an image hosting machine, if that's the case. Then again, I've rarely had downtime with Logjamming, that's probably pretty good. Well, I'm giving 2 people domains for their birthdays. This might be a good time to experiment with other hosts. I am evil! posted by Jenny on 2/19/2004 02:48:00 PM |
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Menopause I don't know if I've mentioned it before (probably not) but my Aunt Flo died yesterday. Yes, that's right, I have an Aunt named Florence. Even though everyone else has always called her "Flo", we've always called her Florence. Last night while I was at work (about 3 blocks from her house) she closed her eyes while watching TV and never woke up. She would have been 90 next month. Now her family is coming back from their 5th or 6th trip to Europe in the past year and a half, and we're sitting here waiting to hear what they want us to do. I should say, my family is. I'm just sort of here. When a 90 year old who has been very sick dies, I just can't be all that sad. It sounds cold and callous. Maybe it is. I was the same way when my Grandma died. She was almost 90, she had cancer, and she was in renal failure. Yet everyone was shocked and horrified when it didn't hit me like a ton of bricks that she had died in her sleep one night in the hospital. It's almost perplexing. Last night I got cursed out by 9 groups of people. 6 from New York (City) and 2 from San Diego. They're opposite corners of the country, but both breeding grounds for assholes. Go figure. Met some really nice trailer park rednecks from Kentucky. Again, go figure. Actually, the people from Kentucky by and large have been pretty nice. There are some other Southern states we get people from that I definitely wouldn't say that about. I'm not mentioning names, Georgia. Oh, and people from Ohio. People from Ohio need to stay in Ohio. I think that's all of the geographic profiling I have to do today. I'll get back to you after next week... I think I get paid tomorrow. I hope so, because I'm about to go to the bank and withdraw large sums of money. I don't get paid for 9 days of temping until the 27th. I hope I at least get the check by the first. By the time it shows up, it won't be worth the $400 I'm going to get. Speaking of which, I need to call and complain. They told me that I had to work until 3:00 one day when we had been told 2:00 for every day. I called my regular boss and told her I would like the half hour later call time just to be safe. But then when they told me 3:00 at the temp job, I knew I wouldn't make it to work by 3:30. So I got permission to be late. But just to be safe, I asked if I could leave 15 minutes early from temping to account for walking to the car, traffic, whatnot. And they said no. So I called back and emailed later in the week and explained that it has been completely dead, and they don't anticipate it picking up. Since the morning and afternoon shifts overlapped by 30 minutes, I wanted permission to judge it for myself and possibly leave no more than 15 minutes early. They said no. Finally I got the guy to say, "I guess that will be acceptable." Then at 2:15 I'm working, and someone comes over and tells me that I was clocked out at 2:00. Apparently the second shift, who had been working 1 more hour than us all week, complained that one day we were going to work 1 more hour than them. So they were told to come in early. And were were clocked out but not told until after the fact. I made myself available to them for that extra hour, and I took time off of my other job to do so, and then I end up working 15 minutes that I don't get paid for. I think that I should be paid for the hour I was originally scheduled to work. posted by Jenny on 2/19/2004 12:03:00 PM |
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wWednesday, February 18, 2004 | |
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Warning from Altlist Dear Webmasters, In view of the recent child porn (cc) abuse cases we are forced to take extensive measures against anyone who uses cc in any way. On February 16 we will replace all the illegal terms, mentioned below with asterisk (*). Forbidden terms include but are not limited to: Animal sex Beast Beastality Bestiality Child Children Disney Elementary Fifteen Forced sex Fourteen High School Highschool Illegal Incest Juvenile Kid Kidnapped Kids Kindergarten Little boy Little girl Lolita Lolita teen Minor Pet Preteen Pre-teen Puberty Seventeen Sixteen Teen lolita Thirteen Unconcensual Underage Young boy Young child Young girl Young school Boy young School girl Young teen Youth Please note that the tern "teen" or "teens" is legal and it would not be replaced. Please be warned that from now on all accounts that use the forbidden terms will be deleted without further notice. If you own a toplist that has these terms in the phrase which explains that these words are illegal - please let us know. If your toplist lists sites that show a banner with images and word that correspond to the ones mentioned above please know, that it is your primary task, as a webmaster, to delete these sites. There are plenty of legal adult niches to make money on. Don't exploit the children. You have 0 toplist(s) and 1 site(s) in our system. 0 site(s) have been listed at your toplists during the last two weeks. Please go to http://www.altlist.com/en/htm/ to see additional information and manage your account. Feel free to contact us for more information. With regards, Altlist Support Team admin@altlist.com posted by Jenny on 2/18/2004 12:05:00 PM |
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wTuesday, February 17, 2004 | |
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Him [10:13 PM]: sounds dumb and pitiful. Me [10:14 PM]: well, it doesn't all have to be literal. you don't want to go to watch porn on valentine's instead of buy roses and eating by candlelight? Him [10:14 PM]: i'd rather snuggle up and maybe watch a romantic movie, preferably one with some humor. Me [10:14 PM]: you need a tv in the bedroom ;) Him [10:15 PM]: my dirty secret is that if i saw some serious porn, i'm not sure i'd like it that well. Me [10:17 PM]: you've never seen porn? Him [10:19 PM]: i saw a little full-fledged porn in college, i think. other than that, just soft stuff where you don't actually see you-know-what. Me [10:19 PM]: like, penetration? Him [10:19 PM]: lol...yes. Me [10:19 PM]: that's porn... Me [10:20 PM]: you're not supposed to like porn, unless you have some deep seeded emotional problems, i think. Him [10:20 PM]: lol...well, i'm sure that's one school of thought. but i imagine there are others. Me [10:20 PM]: but you're not supposed to get to 42 without having seen it, either. Him [10:21 PM]: actually i'm just talking about movies. i've seen some dirty pictures here and there, of course. Me [10:21 PM]: yes, but not moving pictures? Me [10:21 PM]: with sound? Him [10:21 PM]: very little that was real porn. Me [10:21 PM]: wow. Me [10:22 PM]: look for a cd-rom in the mail! Him [10:22 PM]: lol...will it be illegal? Me [10:22 PM]: in that i'm going to download it off the internet and not pay the company that distributes it? yes. Me [10:23 PM]: now i can't put this conversation on my site, because i've incriminated myself. damn. Him [10:23 PM]: damn! Me [10:24 PM]: uh huh, try not to sound so relieved. ;) Him [10:25 PM]: what exactly are you proposing to give me? Me [10:25 PM]: nothing, really. but i do think you should see some porn. Me [10:25 PM]: what happened to that one porn i've heard about? Him [10:26 PM]: a porn movie was on in a hotel room once when i was there, but i didn't really watch it. Me [10:27 PM]: it sure would have been awkward later had you been asked to reenact the movie and you weren't really watching Him [10:27 PM]: i didn't even pretend to be watching. i thought it was a bit coarse to have it on, frankly. Me [10:27 PM]: true. Me [10:28 PM]: i've been with other people watching porn. but that situation just seems ridiculous. Him [10:29 PM]: i'd rather watch it by myself or with one nice girl...it's the opposite of drinking! Me [10:30 PM]: lol, that's true too. Me [10:31 PM]: whenever i've seen porn with a group of people, it wasn't supposed to turn anyone on, though. Him [10:31 PM]: not in a mixed group, no. some guys might get together in a group and talk about how excited they were. even though that sounds mighty gay. Me [10:32 PM]: naw, circle jerks aren't gay. though you're not supposed to have them when you're 42. :) Him [10:32 PM]: eww! i wasn't thinking of THAT. Me [10:32 PM]: sorry. Him [10:34 PM]: i just want to see the strip football movie again someday. Me [10:34 PM]: did you write down the title when i found it for you? Him [10:35 PM]: oh, i remember the title...i just don't have the nerve to try to obtain it. Me [10:35 PM]: alright, well, i know when your birthday is. though, i was thinking, "book". Him [10:36 PM]: lol...i'll live without the movie for a few years longer! Me [10:37 PM]: waiting til you get a dvd player, good call. Me [10:37 PM]: should i change the topic now? posted by Jenny on 2/17/2004 10:39:00 PM |
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I just dumped the milk in the trash can and threw the carton in the sink. I consider that "not good". I also left the problem for someone else to take care of. A letter from the Social Security Administration (whatever that is) just arrived. More like a newsletter, actually. On page 3 there is a record of my earnings going back to 1996. In '98, '99, '00 and '01 I had no taxable income. Zero. I was a complete and total non-producing member of society. It feels good, too. posted by Jenny on 2/17/2004 03:33:00 PM |
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wSaturday, February 14, 2004 | |
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I heard on the radio that L.A. County now has over 10 million people living in it. Orange County is now apparently over 3 million. They claimed that these are the 2 largest counties in the state. Huh. How do we have more than 3 times the population of the next closest county? Well, I didn't have much time to ponder that because they closed the report with the statement, "Experts say if the growth continues it made lead to quality of life decreases." Any time it takes me 1 hour and 40 minutes to get from West L.A. to Studio City on a Tuesday at 3:00 in the afternoon, we're there. posted by Jenny on 2/14/2004 03:11:00 PM |
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wWednesday, February 11, 2004 | |
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As I was meandering through the maze of my neighborhood just now, I saw a guy who looked like a skinny version of Grandpa from Charles in Charge (weird association, but run with me here) standing on the front lawn with one hand on the garden hose, one hand in his pocket and a cigar hanging out of his mouth. His garage was wide open (which is actually against the CC&R's, but who cares) and he had a miniature black poodle tied to the bumper of some beat up old convertible. I assume the dog was a bitch because it had a big red bow on top of it's head, but it seemed well-mannered to me. Haha, I slay me. But really, this was a very small miniature poodle with a haughty poodle buzz cut. I didn't notice whether the cigar was lit or not, but I don't think either option diminishes the mental image. I have just returned from getting a great deal and royally screwed by UPS at the same time. I stopped to get a milk tea. It is so horrible it ruins the good coconut milk tea I had last night. I'm pretty sure the girl put some bodily fluid in it. But with all these sugar, I can't tell. Then again, that might be a clue. Perhaps she's on the up and up, but I could see her butt crack while she made my drink, and that takes away from my impression of the level of cleanliness I'm getting. This was at the same local place I mentioned before, btw. Yesterday I went to Robeck's. It's not that I don't think it's incredibly wasteful that they always make twice as much as they need to to fill your glass. In fact, it makes me sad that we waste so much when some people are lacking the basic nutritional elements in fruit. But anyway. I ordered a small drink with a shot of wheatgrass. First they act like I'm nuts for wanting wheatgress in a smoothie. I happen to think they're nuts for implying I drink it straight. Jamba Juice has a little button on their register that says that I want the wheatgrass mixed in. Robeck's acts like I asked for cocaine instead of a protein boost. Then the girl makes my drink twice as big as it needs to be to fill the glass, and throws the rest away. Hold up, that's MY WHEATGRASS. When I pay for a 12 ounce drink and you accidentally make 20 ounces, go ahead, be wasteful, throw it away. I don't like it, but I won't complain. But when I pay $1.25 for an ounce of wheatgrass, I want my whole ounce. Now granted, in this case getting my whole ounce involves me consumming twice as much fruit as I wanted. But still, it was MY WHEATGRASS and the girl dumped it down the drain. posted by Jenny on 2/11/2004 05:48:00 PM |
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wMonday, February 09, 2004 | |
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Today I started my weeklong temp job. They called late last night and said that we should come in 4 hours later than planned (11am instead of 7am), but that we were still leaving at 2pm. The equiptment wasn't set up, so we ended up sitting in the waiting area all day. Nothing ever happened. At one point all 12 of us were asked to help stuff 200 tickets in to plastic sleeves. You can imagine how long that took. Everyone felt so sorry for the second shift because they were going to have to sit there for twice as long and do nothing. But if I can do nothing for twice as long and make twice as much, I'll do it. I'm all about the money. posted by Jenny on 2/09/2004 11:26:00 PM |
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Just got back from Costco with my dad. We bought a DVD/VCR combo for my parents' room. Because right now they have no DVD and their VCR doesn't work. I do sort of wonder what they think they're going to do up there. Normally they're down here camped out in front of my Tivo. My dad is loud and embarassing. Calling out the brand names of pants they sell at Costco and asking me if I want any. Sheesh. But he did hang around Costco for an hour so I could drop off and pick up pictures. And we went to Coffee Bean, even though there was a Starbucks in the Costco parking lot. He did not, however offer to buy me any DVDs or video games. He needs to work on that. posted by Jenny on 2/09/2004 10:25:00 PM |
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wSaturday, February 07, 2004 | |
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Yesterday my grandma had to go to Target. She goes to Target to buy one thing, like toothpaste, because she thinks it's cheaper than anywhere else. Consequently, if we happen to be at Target and she needs laundry soap, we can't buy it, because that's cheaper at Costco. Or so says she. First she tells me to park and come up to her room. She always wants me to do this because it's some antiquated formality that she just can't let go of. Inevitably I'm going to be going back downstairs, walking to the parking lot and pulling the car around while she waits in the lobby. She even calls again to make sure I know to come up. When I get there, her helper girl is waiting in the lobby to get me. In her room she got all panicky about make-up. She had 3 unopened boxes of some foundation she uses. But she uses it up so quickly she wanted me to buy her another one. Since I can't be trusted to get the right one, she reluctantly gave me one of the boxes as a reference. Looking at the rest of her list it said, "liquid soap" and "toothpaste." So I invested a half hour going around her room looking at all the product labels. She tells me ridiculous things, like not to write down "letter size" for envelopes. Because she measured the envelopes, and they were 9 1/4 inches. And if envelopes come in 9 inches and 9 1/2 inches, that's now what she uses. Also, she did not tell me that her girl was coming with us, so I had to clean out my backseat for her. My grandma tried to have her go with me to get the car, again. But she can't even stand up anymore without help, so the girl stayed with her. We get to Target, park in the handicap space, and start to walk in the crosswalk. My grandma shakes me off her arm and says, "You girls go have fun!" What? I argue with her that if she wants to sit down that's fine, but that her girl has to stay with her. She says no, she brought the newspaper, she'll take it from the girl and "her two girls" will go have fun. What kind of fun does one have shopping with the Filipino girl who helps your grandma take a shower? She speaks English, but chooses not to. And she's always on her cell phone, because she thinks my grandma is deaf. Whenever my grandma asks her if she has a cell phone, she says no. Even though I've seen her talking on it many, many times. Oh, and whenever other aids are around in the retirement home, they laugh and point at people and only speak in Tagalog. My grandma has commented to me how great it is that they speak another language. But I digress. My grandma can barely walk, but she takes her purse and 3 sections of the newspaper and starts to go over to the cafe area. Now, the area is separated by a long half wall with openings near the front door and over by the very last register, farthest from the door. For whatever reason, she always sits exactly halfway down the wall. Thus forcing herself to walk half the length of it to get in, and half to get out. Since the registers nearest the store exit usually aren't open, she also ends up doubling back to check out. This time I follow her, and when she passes the first table I call to her and take her by the arm and tell her, "You sit right here. Don't move." She reminds me to keep her girl with me. I get a basket and start shopping. The girl says we need a cart. So I get a cart. She wrestles it away from me. Now I'm walking through the store, right in the center of the town I live in. And my grandma's Filipino girl is following me with a cart. Everytime I take something off a shelf, she grabs it out of my hand and arranges it neatly in the cart. Some of the things I was just reading the label. By now I've seen a few people who I know. I'm starting to realize that this means I've been seen by countless others. Nevertheless, I get everything it is possible to get at Target and go the get my grandma. She tells me she hasn't even finished reading one article, am I sure I don't want to shop some more. Then she says she wants a sleeveless collared shirt like the one I got her at Target in 1999. See, we went to every department store around looking for dickies. Since the stopped making those 20 years ago, I eventually managed to convince her to try on a children's sleeveless shirt at Target. After returning it and rebuying it 3 times, she decided she liked it. Now she wants another one, and can't accept that they don't carry it anymore. Rather than argue, I sit her down in the changing room and proceed to pick up every collared cap sleeve shirt they carry. She vetoes them all, showing me with her fingers that there's too much sleeve. I point out to her that she just told me that she wouldn't even try the shirts on because one had an inch sleeve and one had a 3/4 inch sleeve. "You'll just have to take me to another Target," she says. She doesn't think this is ridiculous. Why am I becoming the only person who can see this? She decides that something is too expensive, so I go to put it back. The girl runs over and takes it out of my hand, puts it back in the cart, and follows me. I say, "Oh, thanks," and try to take the cart. She's not having that, so we each push the cart with one hand, fighting over which way it will go. I gave in, though I really didn't want to. When we returned my grandma decides that "you girls" should go pay, and she'll sit back down in the cafe until it's time to use the credit card. I made her give me her credit card and license. She didn't want to give me her license because she thought I would loose the change of address paper clipped to the back. Now, she moved in 2001, and has since gotten a new license with her new address on it, but this is still something she worries about every day. In fact, every time she gets something out of her wallet, she checks first thing when we get back in the car for the change of address card. She tells us to go ahead, she'll walk back to the cafe alone. She got lost, and I had to go find her and help her sit down, because she was totally out of breath. When I got back, the girl was complaining about how long the line was taking. Why was it taking so long? Because someone I knew didn't have enough cash to pay for everything she bought, and was deciding what to put back. But who am I to judge, I'm making my Filipino girl push a cart with 5 small items in it. Incidentally, they didn't ask for any ID when I used my grandma's credit card, and I signed no problem. Next we drove 3 1/2 miles (mind you she's paying me $10 an hour) because her foundation is cheaper at Long's Drugs. We get to Long's and I say I'll buy the lotion that she uses there, which they were out of at Target. She says no, because it's cheaper at Target. I really don't think she knows if it is or not. I just think she's being difficult. Plus, she said she ran out of lotion 2 weeks ago, and really needs it. I pointed out to her that they carry it at the Kaiser Pharmacy, but she turned up her nose and said it was too expensive. Anyway, in Long's I say I'll run in, but I leave the keys in the ignition with the air on, and make sure she knows how to use the window. She starts freaking out and tells me to put the keys in her purse. I do it, and she explains that if someone sees the keys they'll kidnap her. Oy vey, like if they see her sitting in the car with the door open for ventilation they're not going to jump in and hotwire it in 2 seconds? I just take her credit card and go in the store. When I told the girl (who was again made to come with me) what she said, even she laughed. I then walked across the parking lot alone and bought her After Eight mints and peanut clusters for a card game she's hosting in 3 weeks. Both times I used her credit card without incident. Next she wants to go to Sav-on across the street to look for the lotion. Across a major, divided street. I go in, they are also out of it. So we went to another Sav-on 4 blocks up the street. They were also out. Had we just bought it at Long's, she would have saved $10 in her quest to save 20 cents. But instead, I have her Nordstrom's card and instructions to buy lotion and anything I want. I wonder how much she thinks I'm going to spend. $20? I ended up making $40 for about 3 1/2 hours work. Normally I would have worked today and gotten about the same for 7 hours work or so. And what I do on Fridays is very stressful because of the audience members, the show, and the people I work with. But I wouldn't have had to go through all of this if I had been scheduled this week. And I really think it's the preferable situation right now. When I got home I complained to my parents about the way she tried to force me to be friends with the girl. I said that I don't care if the last person she helped take a shower was Immelda Marcos, I don't want to be friendly to her. My mom thought that was so funny she ran off and told all of her friends. Someone said that what my grandma does is no reason not to be nice to the girl. But one thing about being my age is that I still get to act immature sometimes. Therefore I say it's a good enough reason. So there. posted by Jenny on 2/07/2004 11:26:00 PM |
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I'm afraid of what they know... Just finished reading this on CNet.com. I didn't see the Super Bowl, I have no idea what people were talking about, I was at Disneyland. But still, they're tracking when I rewind? Why not just what I tape and how long I keep it. They have to know when I rewind? posted by Jenny on 2/05/2004 05:25:00 PM |
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