Thursday, November 21, 2002
HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
What a couple of days! I mean, DAYIM!
I am officially an employee at the Gap. I had my orientation on Tuesday night and last night I worked my first shift. I was most nervous that my co-workers were going to be assholes and unwilling to help me in learning the ropes.
When I first moved to NYC, I transferred from a Boston TGIFriday's to a Manhattan TGIFriday's and the experience was nothing short of hell; mostly because the people treated me like stank garbage.
But the people at the Gap were wonderful to me. They were friendly and helpful and I even got asked out on a date!
This girl Dolores (btw she is 19 years old) asked her friend Pillar if she would ask me if I had a girlfriend and/or to a movie. I was very flattered, but soon realized that nobody had any idea that I am gay and that I was going to have to make a decision as to how I am going to play this all out. I mean, I don't give a shit if they know I am gay, but now I have given them the impression that I am straight and blah blah lame-o blah.
In conclusion, I said I was in a "relationship", but it was in no way as ambiguous as it sounds. They all think I am straight.
Plus! Where are the rest of the gay people that work at the Gap? Isn't that what the Gap is known for? Or is it Banana Republic that is known for gays?
I work with mostly Latinas, but some black guys/girls too. They all treated me with nothing but respect and at no point did I feel uncomfortable or out of the loop. I was quite relieved.
However, the job is fucking hard! I mean, standing on your feet for the entire shift, on top of folding clothes over and over and over and over and over and over and, yeah you get the point. I didn't even know how to fold when I walked in the door last night. Now I get the jist of it, but it's still not one of my strongest of suits.
Folding pants is easy, but the turtlenecks? That shit be hard! Every pile of clothes I made looked like someone had shit them out of their ass.
Whatever, I'll learn.
I do get a discount of 50% off on all their clothing! FUCKING AWESOME! But the discount is limited to a certain number of items a month and at no time am I allowed to give it to anyone else. I must use my own debit card when making the purchase and if I am caught buying female clothes with my discount, I get fired on the spot. They call it "Discount Delinquency" or "Discount Fraud" or something equally as cheesy.
I am off tonight, which is awesome because I SERIOUSLY need a glass of wine and at least 7 beers.
Probably the worst part of the job is the schedule.
Here is what I have to deal with this weekend:
Friday: 6-11pm
Saturday: 7-9am (Cash Register Training) then again from 6-11pm.
Sunday: 7-9am (All staff Holiday meeting) At 7 fucking am???? What the jizz is that????
So essentially I will be getting up earlier this weekend then I do normally for my full time job. Ah geez.
It's all good. I promised myself that if at any point I can't handle it anymore or I just despise it with my every being, I will just quit. I am going to do my best to stick it out for as long as I can. But if I don't think that I have an "out" with this thing, it will destroy me and fast.
So that's that!
WELCOME TO THE GAP!
Everything else in my life is pretty snores for right now. Paul will be moving to NYC in 10 days. OH YAYAYAYAYAYAY!
I can't believe it. The good thing about the Gap is that it is three stops from Paul's new apartment. It will take me about 15 minutes to get there. Not bad, eh? Everything is really working out in that area. He comes in Monday to sign his lease and then it's time for lovin.
And maybe some sex.
I mean, am I really going to be a 26 year old virgin? That is just about the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard of. I thought that being a 25 year old virgin was crazy, but 26????
YIPES!
Stripes.
Fruit stripes gum.
Just stick it in me already.
sheesh.
So...what else?
Our good friend, Angie, is moving to Chiapas, Mexico in a couple of weeks. Angie has lived either with us, or upstairs from us, since we moved to NYC. She is Kelly's ex-girlfriend and one of my oldest and most favorite friends. It is going to be incredibly sad to see her go. Especially for Kelly.
Angie has decided that she wants to go to Chiapas for 6 months to have the experience of her life. She will be teaching poor kids how to take pictures with a digital camera and then post them on the internet.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I am serious.
And then Angie will leave Chiapas, take her camera with her, and the kids will be left with nothing, but memories.
Hm.
yeah.
Great educational program.
Angie will be back in NYC sometime next summer.
Kelly is trying to get all of us together on Monday night so that we can take her out for drinks and the such. I am probably going to have to work at the Gap and that pisses me off, cuz I don't want to miss out on the event. I am really hoping that with the grace of God, I will get scheduled every other day and not that day. It will be the last time I see Angie for awhile. Who knows.
You gotta do what you gotta do.
I told Paul about the get together since he will be in NYC on Monday to sign his lease. He was like "If I stay in the city that night, I will go to Angie's thing."
I'm like: "If I have to work that night, you will not be going to Angie's thing."
Of course that comment resulted in a fight and I haven't decided yet if he is allowed to go. I mean, of COURSE he can go. But I don't want to miss out on something with MY friend that he gets to be a part of. Plus, I am not about to get out of work on Monday and have him be completely trashed from having hung out with everyone else. I told him to go back to Boston right after he signed his lease. Real mature of me, I know. But whoever said that I had to be mature when it came to my relationship with Paul? I think I have proven myself to be QUITE the psycho when it comes to how I react to him during most of our conversations.
So that's that.
I want Angie to be happy and when it comes down to it, if Paul is going to be in the city, he can go to her thing.
But he can also stay overnight at her place, cuz I am not about to have him jamming his drunk fingers in my sober ass when I get home.
Ari was just reading an article that called "Sisco (thong thong thong lame thong)" an openly gay music artist.
WHAT??????????
I don't EVER remember Sisco saying that he was gay.
I mean, of COURSE he's gay. But please don't tell me that he is doing anything in the way of trailblazing for future gay artists.
The kid's an ugly, horrible bitch that does complete injustice to anything respectable. Please don't let him get kudos for this.
MMMMM....kudos.
Member them?
I remember when I was in middle school that if you had a Kudos in your lunch, you were the cool kid at school. I always had those nasty orange peanut butter filled crackers. I mean, I ate them all in one bite, cuz I was gigantor, but still....
As you see, I was not the cool kid in my school.
I was a fat spikey haired gay kid.
with cheesy crackers.
Wow. I am so glad that I look and act the way I do now.
(Rita hates it when I talk about what a horrible beast I was when I was little)
(It makes her sad)
(it makes me glad to be 25)
What else....
Tonight I get drunk! Can you believe I haven't had a drink since last Saturday? I feel healthy and alive and ready to get blasted! I have actually earned it this week. I mean, now that I work two jobs and all.
hahahaha. pth.
AIGHT!
Guess that is it for now.
Peace be with you my little gaylords.
What a couple of days! I mean, DAYIM!
I am officially an employee at the Gap. I had my orientation on Tuesday night and last night I worked my first shift. I was most nervous that my co-workers were going to be assholes and unwilling to help me in learning the ropes.
When I first moved to NYC, I transferred from a Boston TGIFriday's to a Manhattan TGIFriday's and the experience was nothing short of hell; mostly because the people treated me like stank garbage.
But the people at the Gap were wonderful to me. They were friendly and helpful and I even got asked out on a date!
This girl Dolores (btw she is 19 years old) asked her friend Pillar if she would ask me if I had a girlfriend and/or to a movie. I was very flattered, but soon realized that nobody had any idea that I am gay and that I was going to have to make a decision as to how I am going to play this all out. I mean, I don't give a shit if they know I am gay, but now I have given them the impression that I am straight and blah blah lame-o blah.
In conclusion, I said I was in a "relationship", but it was in no way as ambiguous as it sounds. They all think I am straight.
Plus! Where are the rest of the gay people that work at the Gap? Isn't that what the Gap is known for? Or is it Banana Republic that is known for gays?
I work with mostly Latinas, but some black guys/girls too. They all treated me with nothing but respect and at no point did I feel uncomfortable or out of the loop. I was quite relieved.
However, the job is fucking hard! I mean, standing on your feet for the entire shift, on top of folding clothes over and over and over and over and over and over and, yeah you get the point. I didn't even know how to fold when I walked in the door last night. Now I get the jist of it, but it's still not one of my strongest of suits.
Folding pants is easy, but the turtlenecks? That shit be hard! Every pile of clothes I made looked like someone had shit them out of their ass.
Whatever, I'll learn.
I do get a discount of 50% off on all their clothing! FUCKING AWESOME! But the discount is limited to a certain number of items a month and at no time am I allowed to give it to anyone else. I must use my own debit card when making the purchase and if I am caught buying female clothes with my discount, I get fired on the spot. They call it "Discount Delinquency" or "Discount Fraud" or something equally as cheesy.
I am off tonight, which is awesome because I SERIOUSLY need a glass of wine and at least 7 beers.
Probably the worst part of the job is the schedule.
Here is what I have to deal with this weekend:
Friday: 6-11pm
Saturday: 7-9am (Cash Register Training) then again from 6-11pm.
Sunday: 7-9am (All staff Holiday meeting) At 7 fucking am???? What the jizz is that????
So essentially I will be getting up earlier this weekend then I do normally for my full time job. Ah geez.
It's all good. I promised myself that if at any point I can't handle it anymore or I just despise it with my every being, I will just quit. I am going to do my best to stick it out for as long as I can. But if I don't think that I have an "out" with this thing, it will destroy me and fast.
So that's that!
WELCOME TO THE GAP!
Everything else in my life is pretty snores for right now. Paul will be moving to NYC in 10 days. OH YAYAYAYAYAYAY!
I can't believe it. The good thing about the Gap is that it is three stops from Paul's new apartment. It will take me about 15 minutes to get there. Not bad, eh? Everything is really working out in that area. He comes in Monday to sign his lease and then it's time for lovin.
And maybe some sex.
I mean, am I really going to be a 26 year old virgin? That is just about the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard of. I thought that being a 25 year old virgin was crazy, but 26????
YIPES!
Stripes.
Fruit stripes gum.
Just stick it in me already.
sheesh.
So...what else?
Our good friend, Angie, is moving to Chiapas, Mexico in a couple of weeks. Angie has lived either with us, or upstairs from us, since we moved to NYC. She is Kelly's ex-girlfriend and one of my oldest and most favorite friends. It is going to be incredibly sad to see her go. Especially for Kelly.
Angie has decided that she wants to go to Chiapas for 6 months to have the experience of her life. She will be teaching poor kids how to take pictures with a digital camera and then post them on the internet.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I am serious.
And then Angie will leave Chiapas, take her camera with her, and the kids will be left with nothing, but memories.
Hm.
yeah.
Great educational program.
Angie will be back in NYC sometime next summer.
Kelly is trying to get all of us together on Monday night so that we can take her out for drinks and the such. I am probably going to have to work at the Gap and that pisses me off, cuz I don't want to miss out on the event. I am really hoping that with the grace of God, I will get scheduled every other day and not that day. It will be the last time I see Angie for awhile. Who knows.
You gotta do what you gotta do.
I told Paul about the get together since he will be in NYC on Monday to sign his lease. He was like "If I stay in the city that night, I will go to Angie's thing."
I'm like: "If I have to work that night, you will not be going to Angie's thing."
Of course that comment resulted in a fight and I haven't decided yet if he is allowed to go. I mean, of COURSE he can go. But I don't want to miss out on something with MY friend that he gets to be a part of. Plus, I am not about to get out of work on Monday and have him be completely trashed from having hung out with everyone else. I told him to go back to Boston right after he signed his lease. Real mature of me, I know. But whoever said that I had to be mature when it came to my relationship with Paul? I think I have proven myself to be QUITE the psycho when it comes to how I react to him during most of our conversations.
So that's that.
I want Angie to be happy and when it comes down to it, if Paul is going to be in the city, he can go to her thing.
But he can also stay overnight at her place, cuz I am not about to have him jamming his drunk fingers in my sober ass when I get home.
Ari was just reading an article that called "Sisco (thong thong thong lame thong)" an openly gay music artist.
WHAT??????????
I don't EVER remember Sisco saying that he was gay.
I mean, of COURSE he's gay. But please don't tell me that he is doing anything in the way of trailblazing for future gay artists.
The kid's an ugly, horrible bitch that does complete injustice to anything respectable. Please don't let him get kudos for this.
MMMMM....kudos.
Member them?
I remember when I was in middle school that if you had a Kudos in your lunch, you were the cool kid at school. I always had those nasty orange peanut butter filled crackers. I mean, I ate them all in one bite, cuz I was gigantor, but still....
As you see, I was not the cool kid in my school.
I was a fat spikey haired gay kid.
with cheesy crackers.
Wow. I am so glad that I look and act the way I do now.
(Rita hates it when I talk about what a horrible beast I was when I was little)
(It makes her sad)
(it makes me glad to be 25)
What else....
Tonight I get drunk! Can you believe I haven't had a drink since last Saturday? I feel healthy and alive and ready to get blasted! I have actually earned it this week. I mean, now that I work two jobs and all.
hahahaha. pth.
AIGHT!
Guess that is it for now.
Peace be with you my little gaylords.
