Wednesday, August 27, 2003
After posting Ahmad’s letter yesterday, I began to feel really guilty about it. It wasn’t a very classy thing to do. He didn’t deserve that. So in order to put my mind at ease, I decided that I would delete the letter from my journal as soon as I got to work.
But then, when I woke up this morning, I decided that I wanted it to stay. Sure, it’s not classy, but it’s real, and I’m not going to start censoring myself even more than I already do. So, the email stays and I will learn to deal with having no class. Not like I had much to begin with. The end.
I never made it to rehearsal last night. Looooooooong story and I would just rather ignore that topic of conversation for now. Instead, I went to Paul’s apartment to run lines while he was at his job. I worked on the script for a couple of hours and then finally had to pull myself away from it. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my acting that I look at the clock and realize that the evening is almost over and I have spent the entire time with my nose in my script. It’s the one time of day where I feel passion. It’s all encompassing and it’s a beautiful thing.
After I was finished working on the show, I decided to completely re-do Paul’s living room and bedroom. The two rooms are connected to each other and were in need of some serious work. I ripped the place apart, vacuumed, dusted, and re-organized everything. I then moved into Paul’s bedroom and did the exact same thing. I hung pictures on his walls, folded and organized his dresser drawers and closet and basically sucked the room free of dirt and nast. It wasn’t the most fun project of my life, but I knew that he would be surprised when he got home from work. And he was. He was thrilled. Sometimes I am such a good boy.
So, while I love the housekeeper at my job, she tends to drive me a little crazy. She considers me to be one of her children and attempts to take care of me as such. She brings me juice and fruit almost every morning and whenever I need anything, she goes out of her way to get it for me. For example, one day I needed toilet paper, so, Angela, put a few rolls into my backpack. One day I needed chocolate syrup (hey…we all need certain things at certain times) and Angela got some for me and surprised me with it. In return, I try to take care of anything that she needs: photocopies, postage on her letters, translating broken English into broken Spanish. It’s a good balance.
However, she is now starting to get on my nerves. First off, she talks to me non-stop. As anyone who has ever worked with me before knows, I don’t really like to have hour-long conversations at work. I have a lot to do and I hate wasting time on insignificant banter. Or, I have my work done and really need the extra time to read online journals or play around in gay chat rooms. You understand. And to top all of this off…she now told me that she doesn’t want to see me drinking soda anymore at work.
Angela: “Soda is bad for body.”
Joe: “But Angela, I love soda. I need to drink soda every day or else I lose my mind.”
A: “No Joe. You drink water.”
J: “But I don’t like water. It tastes gross.”
A: “Grrrrrross?” (she trills “r’s” cuz she is Spanish)
J: “Water tastes like nothing and I just like drinking some soda during the day.”
A: “No more soda. No more.”
J: (okay…back off!) “Fine, I will drink more water, but can I just have a soda once in awhile?”
A: “NO SODA! I have had no soda for years. Some time I have soda, but only one time year.”
J: (laughing) “So you can have soda, but I can’t.”
A: “You have soda one time year.”
J: “I have soda one time day.”
A: “No Joe. No soda.”
J: “Fine Angela. I won’t drink soda.”
A: “You drink Seltzer soda.”
J: “SICK! Never. I hate seltzer water more than I hate regular water.”
A: “You drink water.”
J: “Huh?”
A: “YOU DRINK WATER.”
J: “Fine. I will. But just cuz you make me drink it.”
A: “No, you go get water now and drink.”
J: “But I’m not thirsty.”
A: “OK. Then I get you water drink.”
J: (ARGH!) “No, I’ll get it. Thanks Mami (mommy), I will drink water from now on.”
A: (Smiling and so happy with herself)
So now I’m stuck drinking water when Angela is around and sneaking up to the soda machine for a quick fix when she is at lunch. Man, it sucks working with your mom.
Plus, to be honest, I don’t see what’s so wrong with soda. Despite the sodium, what else is wrong with it? There’s no calories, no fat, no carbs, no nothing. Its tasty water is what it is. Fucking yum and fucking yum.
The only part of the story I left out is that Angela ripped a huge egg fart at my desk as she walked away. She eats tons of vegetable, so her farts are totally rank. I had to breathe through my nose for a good 3 minutes. It’s pretty sick.
My friend Angie is at the hospital because her grandmother is dying. There is no hope for her at this point and they are currently trying to figure out when would be the most appropriate time to let her go. From what Angie said, her grandmother is completely doped up to decrease her suffering. It’s incredibly sad and I feel horrible. I wish I could do more for her, but at this point, I think she just needs to be with her family. I’ve been there and my heart breaks for her.
Oakily Doakily.
Off to lunch.
I am so hungry and so in need of pizza, but that just can’t be a possibility. I scarfed two slices down yesterday and am not allowed to scarf any down today.
That is unless nobody sees me. Then it doesn’t count.
HO YEAH!
But then, when I woke up this morning, I decided that I wanted it to stay. Sure, it’s not classy, but it’s real, and I’m not going to start censoring myself even more than I already do. So, the email stays and I will learn to deal with having no class. Not like I had much to begin with. The end.
I never made it to rehearsal last night. Looooooooong story and I would just rather ignore that topic of conversation for now. Instead, I went to Paul’s apartment to run lines while he was at his job. I worked on the script for a couple of hours and then finally had to pull myself away from it. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my acting that I look at the clock and realize that the evening is almost over and I have spent the entire time with my nose in my script. It’s the one time of day where I feel passion. It’s all encompassing and it’s a beautiful thing.
After I was finished working on the show, I decided to completely re-do Paul’s living room and bedroom. The two rooms are connected to each other and were in need of some serious work. I ripped the place apart, vacuumed, dusted, and re-organized everything. I then moved into Paul’s bedroom and did the exact same thing. I hung pictures on his walls, folded and organized his dresser drawers and closet and basically sucked the room free of dirt and nast. It wasn’t the most fun project of my life, but I knew that he would be surprised when he got home from work. And he was. He was thrilled. Sometimes I am such a good boy.
So, while I love the housekeeper at my job, she tends to drive me a little crazy. She considers me to be one of her children and attempts to take care of me as such. She brings me juice and fruit almost every morning and whenever I need anything, she goes out of her way to get it for me. For example, one day I needed toilet paper, so, Angela, put a few rolls into my backpack. One day I needed chocolate syrup (hey…we all need certain things at certain times) and Angela got some for me and surprised me with it. In return, I try to take care of anything that she needs: photocopies, postage on her letters, translating broken English into broken Spanish. It’s a good balance.
However, she is now starting to get on my nerves. First off, she talks to me non-stop. As anyone who has ever worked with me before knows, I don’t really like to have hour-long conversations at work. I have a lot to do and I hate wasting time on insignificant banter. Or, I have my work done and really need the extra time to read online journals or play around in gay chat rooms. You understand. And to top all of this off…she now told me that she doesn’t want to see me drinking soda anymore at work.
Angela: “Soda is bad for body.”
Joe: “But Angela, I love soda. I need to drink soda every day or else I lose my mind.”
A: “No Joe. You drink water.”
J: “But I don’t like water. It tastes gross.”
A: “Grrrrrross?” (she trills “r’s” cuz she is Spanish)
J: “Water tastes like nothing and I just like drinking some soda during the day.”
A: “No more soda. No more.”
J: (okay…back off!) “Fine, I will drink more water, but can I just have a soda once in awhile?”
A: “NO SODA! I have had no soda for years. Some time I have soda, but only one time year.”
J: (laughing) “So you can have soda, but I can’t.”
A: “You have soda one time year.”
J: “I have soda one time day.”
A: “No Joe. No soda.”
J: “Fine Angela. I won’t drink soda.”
A: “You drink Seltzer soda.”
J: “SICK! Never. I hate seltzer water more than I hate regular water.”
A: “You drink water.”
J: “Huh?”
A: “YOU DRINK WATER.”
J: “Fine. I will. But just cuz you make me drink it.”
A: “No, you go get water now and drink.”
J: “But I’m not thirsty.”
A: “OK. Then I get you water drink.”
J: (ARGH!) “No, I’ll get it. Thanks Mami (mommy), I will drink water from now on.”
A: (Smiling and so happy with herself)
So now I’m stuck drinking water when Angela is around and sneaking up to the soda machine for a quick fix when she is at lunch. Man, it sucks working with your mom.
Plus, to be honest, I don’t see what’s so wrong with soda. Despite the sodium, what else is wrong with it? There’s no calories, no fat, no carbs, no nothing. Its tasty water is what it is. Fucking yum and fucking yum.
The only part of the story I left out is that Angela ripped a huge egg fart at my desk as she walked away. She eats tons of vegetable, so her farts are totally rank. I had to breathe through my nose for a good 3 minutes. It’s pretty sick.
My friend Angie is at the hospital because her grandmother is dying. There is no hope for her at this point and they are currently trying to figure out when would be the most appropriate time to let her go. From what Angie said, her grandmother is completely doped up to decrease her suffering. It’s incredibly sad and I feel horrible. I wish I could do more for her, but at this point, I think she just needs to be with her family. I’ve been there and my heart breaks for her.
Oakily Doakily.
Off to lunch.
I am so hungry and so in need of pizza, but that just can’t be a possibility. I scarfed two slices down yesterday and am not allowed to scarf any down today.
That is unless nobody sees me. Then it doesn’t count.
HO YEAH!
