what do you mean no vacation pay

so as time creeps on by i obessively watch youtube as i sit on this damn stool awaiting the hour in which iam released from my work place....so i guess once again i will ramble endlessly...i can always talk about the parade stupidity and humor that i come across on a daily basis. so first off i come to work today to be acosted by a guest asking me if i had seen his wife cus he had lost her somewhere in the city streets and promptly after that these two guys and iam guessing one of the kids who iam guessin wasnt more than 4 started harassing me about prices so me being nice tried to get them the best possible price i could so while iam trin to get them a discount i notice that the one guy is beating this seemingly innocent kid like he was Rocky, so at that point i just asked them to leave with fear in my heart,cus there was nothing really stopping him from hitting me. the rest of the evening is going smoothly expect for the lady from budapest whose luggage got lost in brussells and she keeps calling to find out if it got here yet iam starting to really dislike her...so as i read i notice that it is a sad state of affair surrounding me and my fellow bloggermates. we aint got no money i cant even buy a crackhead soup at this point and iam starting to think that this BTICH NY and rearing her ugly head at us and saying FUCK YOU.but you know what were gonna thug this shit out and and work it out AB FAB style just wait and see all we need are out flutes to wave from side to side with some possible pill mixers.
And i would like to know when these I HEART NY shirts came into style. It seems like i cant go anywhere without seeing one of these damn shirts, i mean its getting a little crazy iam seeing them in different colors, some even with rhinestones. IAM STARTING TO LOSE FAITH.....
So iam thinking that when i get paid iam gonna buy some food and what not and then i might go to the movies, iam really intrested in seeing the movie ACROSS THE UNIVERSE. The preview had caught my intrest and iam huge fan of The Beatles so iam really intrested to see how this is all gonna work for this movie.It seems like its going to be a postive movie goin experince.
Oh to explain my title iam slowly finding out that my new job isnt as cool as i though it would be.....Apparently i get NO vaction pay, NO overtime, NO personal days, nothing.... so iam thinkging if its even worth it to stay past the 3 mionth mark......iam thinking of staying and learning all i can build up some kind of rap for myself with guest and other people in the hotel industry and make my knowledge to a better chain of hotels that will give the simple pleasure of a sick day. well thats all folks

What's better than one ginormous Scarface towel? Multiple ginormous Scarface towels!

As our bus pulled up to Jay St. I took note of a giant sign - "BEACH TOWELS 3 FOR $15" and one of them was the iconic image you see to your left. Man, if I hadn't been weighed down with a good chunk of worldly goods to go sell so that the check I wrote didn't bounce, you can bet I would be on that.

While I have an entirely un-ironic love of hip hop, my interest in Scarface is less than pure. I find the movie to be hilarious and I aim to understand the rap cross-over appeal. But at any rate, you can bet that I would totally be on that sale.

But back to the morning, did you ever had a day that started off seemingly so well, and by the end of it you were off to Manhattan again to sell your crap, and contemplating stealing a withered red pepper to make a decent dinner with, as well as purchasing some rock? Well, now I have. I narrowly avoided breaking down in Midtown after being turned away from a temp assignment for being late, despite my best fucking efforts to get there by 10 AM - I took a car part of the way but thanks to BQE traffic, I had to get out and get on the train anyway. I ended the day with another interview prospect, but since I would actually be overdrawing my account to take that car, and I wasn't even getting paid, that little trip really...cost me. Thanks to the good people at the Strand and the $6 I got from Kim's (thanks guys, for not buying my brand new, unopened Troma box set) and $7 from Gamestop for 2 of jive turkey's games, I'm going to be fine. In as far as fine means about $20 for the foreseeable future, but hey. I did keep some cash out to legitimately purchase a pepper and some coconut milk so at least after all that I could make my sweet curry dinner. That I managed to eat while watching Fogi is a Bastard instead of drinking all the liquor in the apartment and contemplating how far I have fallen. Still, everything will be fine. Til then, I eat one meal a day and the cats get only dry food (we must all make sacrifices). Word.

Over Night Shift=rambling

ok so i got this new job at the Luxurious Econolodge in Times Sq working fucking 11pm to 7am and i figure that now is as good a time as any to start this shit. well after a whole summer of not having a job and being a lady of lesiure i now have a job working the front desk at the econolodge and so far so good its been fun the ppl are nice and the pay is ok for now i guess. this past summer has been quite a expreince for me ive managed to meet Heather Matarzzo(or something like that)the girl from welcome to the dollhouse, ive manage to kinda become a pseudo celeb in the EV bar/club scene due to one mister mandulak. and its been fun being with him and meeting a crap load of ppl. i also went to A.C. with my friend provie, also went on a little excurisons to Great Adventure and to Liberty Ny to visit the rents. ive also been through it this summer, i really think that at any givien moment my body is gonna turn around and just say FUCK YOU!!! ive heard the motto your body is your temple and i believe that its about time that i start treating my body like a temple and not some dump for illicit drugs and booze. but you wanna know something its been fucking fun though doing it.
so getting back to my job......ive only been here for like a week and iam sure that soon iam gonna be coming home with some pretty intresting stories to tell you the blog readers and also the ppl near and dear to my heart.
ive also been thinking of making this blog sort of a food blog for park slope, you know i go around to all the resturants in my general area eat and then come on here and tell everyone about it cus iam sure that people would like to know about how good Biscuit BBQ is and how great the duck confit is at Blue Ribbon. so this will be my thing for this blog i mean of course i will supply random posting of silly things that have no importance whats so ever or i might even post some perosnal stuff for shits and giggles who knows.
till next time

I kid. No, not really. Welcome.

So I decided to write a tiny bit about why we decided to add to Blogger's crowded roster. Why we inserted ourself into an already crowded format, like so many wannabe Carrie Bradshaws. I won' t lie, it's mostly for our own amusement. Besides, our aesthetic is more Brooklyn Industries (on sale) , and most of the time we're yelling about how we don't even have the $2 to get on the bus. Some of our conversations go something like this:

"Hey dude, can jive turkey borrow $20?"
"Why?"
"I dunno, to live with?"
"I only have $10."
"For how long?"
"Oh just til next week."
"Yeah, I just have $4. Til the end of this week. Or else I'd lend it to him"
"Fuck."

Like I said, to amuse ourselves.

So yesterday after I finished my Monday night grocery shopping (cat litter, a 12-pack of Stella, and hummus) and after my roomie returned home from his own fruitful mini-cupcake purchase,and we smoked a few bowls, we took the plunge.

A bit about us. Summer's ending and through various circumstances we spent all, or part of it without job. For now we have various forms of income that maybe aren't exactly on our desired career paths, so we're all in a weird little limbo like that. At least I am anyway. Personally, I'm one of those assholes who is all about the career. I was all about school, now it's all about career, so I had a fabulous job that I loved, and then my company closed. Them's the breaks. Since then I've been working some sort of weird at-home PR gig, that for now continues to pay me. And I'm also going to run out of places to interview soon it seems like. What the hell, media capital of the world? I struggle.

Anyway, welcome. To our little hovel. The place may be filthy, we may usually have single-digit checking account balances, yet somehow we always have beer in the fridge. Cheers.

And now...I was going to live-blog the phone convo with jive turkey as he was being stood up, but now his date has shown up. Bastard.

Bums, Bloody Shirts and Baton Twirlers, Oh My!: It's like the wizard of oz for gay crackheads.

Having just moved into Brooklyn, going home to Jersey to pick up things you've forgotten is never a fun prospect. The trip there went well enough, with MTA and NJ Transit running swiftly for a change. Once back home, I threw all of my business casual work clothing into the only bag available that was large enough to accommodate it. A shopping bag featuring a giant fucking Spongebob Squarepants frolicking in a field of jellyfish with his mildly retarded starfish friend, Patrick. Swell.

As soon as I get back on the train the handles of the bag break, forcing me to waddle through Penn Station carrying said giant bag, looking half crazed because I could barely see over it. Somewhere near Auntie Anne's, purveyor of horrible pretzels, a wigged out and bloody homeless man decided he'd taken a shine to my favorite button-down.

Now kids, my fashion sense in kind of like my gimpy leg: It may lag behind, but it'll get there eventually. For a long long time I had no notion of the fact that fitted clothing looks much better than shit you buy 2 sizes too big. So when I find a shirt that I love, that's actually well-fitted to my frame, I cherish it goddammit.

Even so, its probably not a good idea to throw the bag in a corner and go chasing after the much larger man while yelling like hell. When a cop noticed and ran after him, the guy tripped and fell, and promptly bled all over the shirt.

10 minutes later I find myself waiting for the A, sweaty and wild-eyed, and checking out a cute boy who is unfortunately twirling a baton with gusto all over the platform. Note to Self: Never again are you allowed to give your number to someone whose opening gambit focused on the awful bag and twirls a baton. He was kind of adorable and interesting but I couldn't take my eyes off the baton. What would I do if this dude actually called and did this in an even more public place? I'd probably develop a crippling fear of any open space.

"You got them crazy eyes. You smoke weed?"

Clearly this is what I needed to hear right before going home for the night. By the cashier at Fairway no less. I resent the fact that I apparently look stoned out of my mind even before I go home and smoke a large bowl. Yes, taking a full 5 minutes to decide between mini cupcakes and peanut butter chocolate chunk cookies is kind of annoying but I don't need to be high to enjoy 12 finger-food sized cupcakes.

Safely ensconced back in my apartment my odd day of transit has apparently inspired me and my room-mate/best friend, Heavy B, to create this blog. Word.