For Granted.
Yesterday I went to my friend’s facebook page to leave him a happy birthday comment. I just wanted to write him a little note so he knew I remembered his birthday, I wanted to wish him well.
Instead I felt my throat contract, my heart race, and my breath stop in my lungs. I was crying before I truly registered what I was seeing. I still don’t even know what had happened, but his page was filled with “I miss yous” and “RIPs.”
He’s gone. Just a few days before his birthday, and he passed away.
I met my friend in college, but I cannot even recall if I had any classes with him. I would see him in the art studios, the art club, and the computer lab. He just seemed like such a shy, quiet guy that I couldn’t resist trying to prod him into laughter with my absurd shenanagans. I would scream his name in the hall, give him obnoxious hugs, and make silly faces at him. I’m sure there’s other stupid things I can’t think of, but id always just try to get a reaction.
And he did laugh. He had such a beautiful smile, too.
After I left school, we became friends on myspace and aim, and we would instant message each other during work breaks and bus rides. I remember him being bored at work and writing to me, and id do my best to entertain him. I stopped using aim after a while, but we stayed in touch on facebook. He always had something nice to say, which is a rare quality these days.
My friend was an amazing artist. A painter, graffiti artist, printmaker, computer artist, poet, and I’m sure other things I never saw.
There is nothing more I regret than not spending more time with him. Sometimes you get so used to people being there, on the outskirts of your life, that you forget to realize how quickly life goes by, and how easily you can lose someone. You don’t stop to think that a comment someone left you on a photo could be the last thing you’ll ever have them say to you. You don’t always remember no one is invincible, and time never stops.
Pedro was an amazing guy, sweet, kind, always something nice to say. He was a talented artist, and a good friend. He thought I was funny, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I’m proud of that, and grateful that I could have made him smile.
I don’t think I can take anything for granted anymore. Everything and everyone that comes into your life can just as easily disappear from it.
A star is grown
As a girl with “unique” hair stylings, I can’t really mock this. But it deserves a post.
Ridiculous.
There’s this asian woman who is always at my job. She has like three teeth, a cane, and barely wears clothes. She often buys a half gallon of ice cream and eats it outside with a plastic spoon. In one sitting.
She always talks to everyone, so I act nice and listen and say polite things.
Yesterday, she came to the deli and stopped me on the way to the restroom.
“I take picture,” she said. “I show you, I bring in tomorrow.”
Yea sure why not.
So I let her take a picture of me, with sean standing behind me, and then she took some of the other employees. Her digi camera was way better than mine, btw.
Today I received the envelope with the pictures in them.
I have no idea why she did that, or how she afforded the camera, or why she wanted us to have pictures of ourselves,when we can certainly take out own.
But, in any case, she did. Maybe she thinks of us as her friends.
Vanity Plate Update
Some of these plates are way past ridiculous.
NANADOT2. CRAFTCLB
ASH2LEE. PERLSGEM
FJCRUSIN. ROLL OFF
WE WIN. TMACSTOY
Gonutz. How bout
Dubs4sam. Xoxo aj
B1gblue. Koachice
A4tress. Sng bird
Mmmmbop. Ny 2 ri
Julybaby. Yld2bike
Crus8der. 18 4ever
Fondude. 4alfredo
spdracer. Tralala
Boopboop. Sleuth
Flybbfly. Teen md
Mmmm. Heythera
Notgilty. Roserich
Bada bng. Fourpawz
Frstmate. Nonacle
Justcauz. Handymn
Maximuz. Yearzero
Glmorous. Imjusme
Hvnablst. I 4getz
My lala. Do n ra
Fla rida. Obiwan10
Kid4lyfe. Watt joy
Dub life
Why MJ Only Wore One Glove…..
This is the floor of the seafood dept, when Sean is there alone. For some reason, he insists upon randomly throwing his gloves on the floor whenever he changes them. I don’t bother picking up after him.
Things I Don’t Care About, and People I’m not friends with.
Very high on my list of things I don’t care about is the personal life of Batty. (See past blogs if you don’t know who they are.)
So a couple of weeks ago when they came to the counter, the wife informed me that they had a terrible week because their refridgerator had broken and they had to throw things out. I don’t care.
Then she ordered “brians turkey” and proceeded to tell me to cut only “12 thin slices, because we’re having dental work this week.” I don’t care about your dental work either.
She then said “we’ll be back Tuesday for our usual order.” Thank you for informing me, so I know to cringe when I wake up Tuesday and try to plan my 15 minute break so as soon as you’re down the next aisle I can disappear.
They didn’t come back Tuesday, they instead came back on Friday. Unfortunately, not only are fridays usually busy, but on this particular one we happened to be doing a massive deli reset.
So about 3 managers from other stores, plus one of my own, were around changing things and moving things and so plenty of things were in my way and I was already stressed out. I tried to get rid of them quickly and avoid their chit chat.
My manager had help me with customers because it was so busy. So she’s next to me and Batty starts blabbering and my manager said she was stressed out (also trying to avoid chit chat and them lingering)
The wife said, “that’s okay, that’s what friends are for.”
What?
First, do you think us explaining were resetting the deli and very busy/stressed is us confiding in you? Um, no.
Second, do you really think you’re friends with us? BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT. We all cringe when we see you coming.
When Batty left my manager said to me “I’m SO SICK of them!”
Ugh agreed. Nobody likes them I wish they’d just go away. They may spend a long time at the counter but its not because they’re spending a lot of money in the deli. Its just because they want everything super thin and they have to always have a taste and measure 12 slices and 4 slices and drive us nuts.
Older Men Dig Me Part Three
So the same guy referenced in “older men part 2″ comes to the deli all the time.
Last week, he came up to the counter in a hurry, looked at the sale signs, then looked at me. I was helping another customer, so he had to wait on line.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked when it was his turn.
He stared at me blankly, then said:
“I guess not. I think I just came by to look at you.” Then he smiled and I laughed politely as he stood there for another twenty seconds looking at me.
Bleh.
But they probably can’t read…..
It’s sad that this sign in a mall bathroom is necessary. But it’s sadder still that the people throwing shit covered toilet paper in the trash can probably can’t even read this sign.
Fun Pops…
This picture just looks SOOOO wrong to me
