||16 military wives - The Decemberists
Praise all the Gods man made, Andrew has found himself a job. Clever little sprite, he gets paid a fair amount to be a trmendous nerd, a.k.a. Senior Game Adviser at Game Stop. He only had the job for two days before they promoted him; i am awash in pride. Now with our combined incomes we can afford luxurious things like food that doesn't come straight from a can and bedsheets without gaping holes. We're on our way up.
I, ofcourse, am still punching the over-weaning corporate clock at your friendly local Starbucks. There was awhile there where i really hated the job and refused to believe i'd ever make it in the cut-throat world of coffee making. Now, after almost four months, i've settled in and found my place among the other ingenuinely overly enthusiastic Baristas. It's such a strange new feeling for me to work in a place where i not only lack hatred for my customers and co-workers, but have actually gone beyond that to like them and even enjoy their company. We trade storied and tell inside jokes and have even made up Star Wars/ coffee related nick-names for eachother. (i.e. Luke Chaiwalker, and Queen Affogato)
I've found that you can actually learn alot about people and the ways of the world in general from behind your P.O.S. (thats Point Of Sales, or Register to you lousy jobless lay-abouts) Iv'e learned that there is atleast one nice person to every asshole. That most people actually don't want to break your soul in half, even if you mess up their latte. And though the vast majority of people are mindless, idiotic, drones, there are enough kind, intelligent, and interesting people in the universe to make it worth a damn. Infact, that is what most people really desperately want, someone to think that they are worth a damn. It's given me a tiny drop of hope for the future.
Ofcourse, i could go on for hours about all the waify, vapid, over privledged fashionistas, or the shaggy-haired trendy, mother fuckers, with all their regurgitated ideals and opinions, and theres always the bug-eyed stalker guy who comes in to stair at all the girlswhile we're working. Though it's fun to imagine placing all these people on an island and blowing it to vapors, it's much better to focus on the positive.
Lately i've found myself disenchanted with music scenes in general. Its really been ages since i found something new that i actually liked. I think the last band i actually looked into with any sort of interest was the Decemberists. Everything i hear just sounds so dismally similar to everything else. We stopped by the Virgin Megastore while we were out today and i this "great, innovative, new band" came on the loud speaker. It was an alright song so i went to find more music by the band, which was called "Star". I walked over to the listening booth full of hope for what this "great, new, innovative" band could be and to my extreme dissapointment, every song on that album sounded the same, more than that it sounded like every pretentious piano-rock psuedo-indie band that ever was. Its not that i dont like that sound. I'm just tired of it. I want to listen to something intricate, innovative and poetic. not the same self-proclaimed enlightenement over and over. Oh, where have all the Frank Blacks and the Ben Giobbards gone? S I G H .
So thats my re-cap of the last few weeks. I'm almost afraid to say this, because i know how fragile things are, but things are really looking up right now. Rent and all my bills are covered. My car is woking, work isn't crap, i'm dating a wonderful guy who loves me, helps me keep the apartment clean, and pays his half of rent. Hot Damn, it's like a dream. Now you can all stop calling me (especially on my days off while i'm still sleeping) to find out what i'm doing. see that stuff up there. Thats it.