Friday, October 31, 2008
Happy Halloween!
So, the rule this year at the office was you had to dress up or you buy everyone ice cream. The theme was holidays. Here are some preliminary pics:
Back row: me-Texas Independence Day (represent!), Brad-Boy's Day (Japanese holiday, I think), Amy-May Day, April-Labor Day, Darin-Easter (complete with candy!). Front row: Zee-Election Day, Brandon-April Fool's, Susan-Christmas
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I am a terrible blogger, I know...
So, nothing really that fascinating has been happening culturally lately, which I guess is good. I have been super duper busy with work lately, hence the lack of postings. My recent trip home has pointed out a few things I always forget to post about:
1. Gas is obscenely expensive. Really, you're better off not asking.
2. Same goes for groceries.
3. Yeah, they kind of hate white people here.
4. You know how bottles and whatnot have "HI Cash Refund" on the side? Well, to encourage recycling, they charge you that money in addition to the cost of whatever it is when you buy it at the grocery store, that way you have to go recycle to get that money back.
5. They are super, super big on recycling.
6. Roads are always under construction because the saltwater corrodes all of the pipes and everything like nobody's business.
7. Yeah, there are sharks sometimes, but they shut down the beaches after sightings.
8. No, I haven't seen Obama when he's been here, but apparently he stays very near where I live.
9. Haven't seen any LOSTfolk either.
10. They really do eat a lot of Spam.
Ten is a nice number, plus, that's all I can think of for now. And I don't have to feel guilty about going all of October without posting. Yay for me!
k
Oh!
11. The weather is always the same. Always. They say it's getting cooler and rainier, but I think it's psychobabble nonsense to cope with the fact that there are no seasons here because I can tell no difference at all. De-nial.
1. Gas is obscenely expensive. Really, you're better off not asking.
2. Same goes for groceries.
3. Yeah, they kind of hate white people here.
4. You know how bottles and whatnot have "HI Cash Refund" on the side? Well, to encourage recycling, they charge you that money in addition to the cost of whatever it is when you buy it at the grocery store, that way you have to go recycle to get that money back.
5. They are super, super big on recycling.
6. Roads are always under construction because the saltwater corrodes all of the pipes and everything like nobody's business.
7. Yeah, there are sharks sometimes, but they shut down the beaches after sightings.
8. No, I haven't seen Obama when he's been here, but apparently he stays very near where I live.
9. Haven't seen any LOSTfolk either.
10. They really do eat a lot of Spam.
Ten is a nice number, plus, that's all I can think of for now. And I don't have to feel guilty about going all of October without posting. Yay for me!
k
Oh!
11. The weather is always the same. Always. They say it's getting cooler and rainier, but I think it's psychobabble nonsense to cope with the fact that there are no seasons here because I can tell no difference at all. De-nial.
Friday, September 26, 2008
I almost moved back to Texas last night.
So, I've mentioned to some of you: ninety percent of the time I love it here. The remainder, I [adult word] hate Hawaii. It might only be, like, five percent of the time, but the extremosity of the hate that I feel when I feel it is such that I am forced to bastardize words and write convoluted sentences to express it.
Last night was a prime example. Today is F----It-Friday at work, and I am in charge this month. I decided to make it Tex-Mex themed--margaritas, guacamole, and queso (con carne and vegetarian). Do you know how many grocery stores I had to go to before I found Velveeta? Three. After practically running through Don Quijote at 7:50--nothing stays open past 8, which is also awesome--I finally found it. They had maybe eight boxes. Not like they were out, I mean, that's how much they keep stocked. When I checked out, the girl at the register was like, is this stuff any good?
I mean, seriously. This is freaking America. Baseball, apple pie, VELVEETA. Right? Right?!
Even after three different stores, I was unable to find Jimmy Dean Sausage. For real. The closest I came was some brand of "breakfast links," so I just cut off the casings and broke them up. I was livid. It's the principle of the matter.
Just to get it out of my system:
People suck at driving.
Every road is under construction all the time.
People stand at the cross walk and press the button over and over and over and over and over and over until it changes, as if it won't otherwise or that they are somehow making it change faster.
People really suck at driving.
There is nowhere to park anywhere ever.
People also suck at walking.
--this concludes my ranting and use of absolutes, for now--
Last night was a prime example. Today is F----It-Friday at work, and I am in charge this month. I decided to make it Tex-Mex themed--margaritas, guacamole, and queso (con carne and vegetarian). Do you know how many grocery stores I had to go to before I found Velveeta? Three. After practically running through Don Quijote at 7:50--nothing stays open past 8, which is also awesome--I finally found it. They had maybe eight boxes. Not like they were out, I mean, that's how much they keep stocked. When I checked out, the girl at the register was like, is this stuff any good?
I mean, seriously. This is freaking America. Baseball, apple pie, VELVEETA. Right? Right?!
Even after three different stores, I was unable to find Jimmy Dean Sausage. For real. The closest I came was some brand of "breakfast links," so I just cut off the casings and broke them up. I was livid. It's the principle of the matter.
Just to get it out of my system:
People suck at driving.
Every road is under construction all the time.
People stand at the cross walk and press the button over and over and over and over and over and over until it changes, as if it won't otherwise or that they are somehow making it change faster.
People really suck at driving.
There is nowhere to park anywhere ever.
People also suck at walking.
--this concludes my ranting and use of absolutes, for now--
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Work Update
Semi-exciting news on Friday: my CD told me that he's going to start bringing me along to client meetings so I can start forming relationships with them. Which can only lead to me having me own accounts. Which would be awesome. But I'm trying not to get too ahead of myself. It's still pretty exciting though.
That's all for now, bedtime for bonzos. I will try to be more consistent and less flurry-like in the future, key word being try.
<3
k
That's all for now, bedtime for bonzos. I will try to be more consistent and less flurry-like in the future, key word being try.
<3
k
Wild(and not-so wild)life Update
Remember that dog I mentioned seeing roaming around near my building, the one with the green ears? I saw him again! And now he's purple! Apparently he lives at one of the eleventeen nail salons in the neighborhood (statement of fact, not a racial thing). At least I'm assuming he lives there, I saw him through the window as I was walking by. Maybe he was just having a fill done or something, I don't know; he does seem fairly high maintenance.
Speaking of dogs, I was driving home in the rain on the Pali, I had just come through the pukas (holes, in this case tunnels), it was getting dark, and I see something moving in the narrow strip of median--that is one ugly dog--and it's freaking huge--then I drive closer--it's a giant wild pig! With two baby (not-so little) pigs! Aah! Those things are scary lookin, man. I would not mess with them.
Other roadside wildlife sitings: a mongoose on the way to the gym in Kaneohe, chasing its tail! I swear. I would have thought maybe it had gone crazy from rabies if they had rabies here. Maybe it went crazy from something else, I don't know. But I watched him while I sat the light, just chasing his tail. Weird. I think the mongoose are pretty cool looking, like I would probably try to make a pet out of one given the opportunity. But the people who live here have a serious beef with the mongeese--apparently they were brought here for the express purpose of killing the rats in the sugar plantations. The mongooses and the rats, however, do not keep the same schedule; the rats are nocturnal, the mongeese are not, giving them very little hunting opportunity. So that didn't go so well, and now mongooses are like squirrels are on the mainland, and some people seem to be pretty touchy about the whole subject.
Moving on, there is a group of chickens that lives off the side of the highway right as you come into Honolulu off of the Pali. Most mornings they're out there, just pecking away, seemingly oblivious to the throng of belligerent morning rush-hour drivers, bumper to bumper mere feet away from them. It never fails to make me chuckle. I mean, seriously. Chickens. On the side of the highway. How is that not funny? I am dying to get a picture, but it's going to be tricky, given that the crux of the hilarity lies in the fact that it's morning rush hour traffic. We'll see.
Speaking of dogs, I was driving home in the rain on the Pali, I had just come through the pukas (holes, in this case tunnels), it was getting dark, and I see something moving in the narrow strip of median--that is one ugly dog--and it's freaking huge--then I drive closer--it's a giant wild pig! With two baby (not-so little) pigs! Aah! Those things are scary lookin, man. I would not mess with them.
Other roadside wildlife sitings: a mongoose on the way to the gym in Kaneohe, chasing its tail! I swear. I would have thought maybe it had gone crazy from rabies if they had rabies here. Maybe it went crazy from something else, I don't know. But I watched him while I sat the light, just chasing his tail. Weird. I think the mongoose are pretty cool looking, like I would probably try to make a pet out of one given the opportunity. But the people who live here have a serious beef with the mongeese--apparently they were brought here for the express purpose of killing the rats in the sugar plantations. The mongooses and the rats, however, do not keep the same schedule; the rats are nocturnal, the mongeese are not, giving them very little hunting opportunity. So that didn't go so well, and now mongooses are like squirrels are on the mainland, and some people seem to be pretty touchy about the whole subject.
Moving on, there is a group of chickens that lives off the side of the highway right as you come into Honolulu off of the Pali. Most mornings they're out there, just pecking away, seemingly oblivious to the throng of belligerent morning rush-hour drivers, bumper to bumper mere feet away from them. It never fails to make me chuckle. I mean, seriously. Chickens. On the side of the highway. How is that not funny? I am dying to get a picture, but it's going to be tricky, given that the crux of the hilarity lies in the fact that it's morning rush hour traffic. We'll see.
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