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It's a saturday and we're usually short at work. So it is just me and my supervisor at the front ticket counters. We get into a discussion about the new opening city in anchorage. And after a while she admits to me that I am one of her favorite crewmembers because I'm pleasant and I do my job. She felt bad about last week when she gave me my performance progressive guidance, the mark that you did something wrong. I misboarded a passenger to a different location. Luckily that guy was actually very pleasant and was laughing about it. Then we go into further discussions and she wonders why the stations so bad right now. and I actually mention I believe it's the GM. and she was surprised that I even said that. supposedly it was a discussion with leadership about it anyways. I'm hoping change will come for better :D?
|Okay I've been impulsively thinking about buying a Xbox 360 for the last month or 2... but I really don't need it. I dont have the interest in games like I used to. But I was discussing what to come up for the gamerID thinger (they call it gametag). Here are my names. This is mostly for my reference:|
-Coonbutter(This name I already have but can't decide if I want a new one)
I don't know where I come up with this stuff. I dont even remember exactly how I came up with "StabbedPillow" either. I feel my creativity was way better when I was younger :(...
|This nightmare was long so I want to write down everything before I forget(unedited). I know there were more stuff happening before this one part but I can't remember now. Something about going to this very deep basement. I have a lot of dreams about going down lots of stairs to a dark basement. In my dream, I recall that someone wanted to shoot a porno down there. Fast forward a bit, I am up at the airport buying those banana breads I see people buy. It was empty so I assume it was during the night. But I can also assume that the airline business was tanking overall in my dream because people were starting to riot due to the economy I believe. Skies were gray. I end up back at our old house with my mom and she's saying some gloom and doom stuff. For some reason I felt the impending doom and downfall of the economy. I knew people were going to start rioting, because our family was doing okay. Then people started to slowly pile up in the front door. There's a big window on the front door but people can't see through because of drapes covering the window. I could see through it slightly but they can't see in. They had guns, so I went to go grab my shotgun. I told my mom to hide in her room. It was just me and my mom. I was scared hiding behind a wall, just in case they broke through the door. Then I hear the lock fidgeting and I thought this was it. I gotta kill them. I was thinking I should hold the shotgun tight because of the recoil. I hear the door open and I rush towards the door. From that time I see the view and it's a couple cops, a bunch of kids, and a woman. The kids were coming in and I was still frozen in place with my shotgun aimed towards the door. The woman asked if we did not recognize them. For some reason I think those kids were important to me in some way. I proceeded to put my gun down and talk to her about why I had it up. She was saying something about the economy as well. I ask my dad for more guns and he yelled that I already had two. He said that having not enough guns wasn't the issue, but me not knowing when to shoot is. I actually had 3 guns in the dream: a shotgun and two revolvers(tiny ones). Later I was walking out of my apartment which had a bookshop right in front of it. I'm assuming this is in SF. I walk out, then walk around the back side of the building suspicious of people going after me. Then I walk back to the front where the book store was. Once I saw my front door full of cops, I turn around and see a suspicious guy walking into the bookstore. I instinctively hid behind a bookshelf and heard a gun shot rush passed me on one side of the bookshelf. I peek out the other side and pull my head back. I hear this bullet fly straight pass my leg and nick the bookshelf. I look to my right for an escape route, but then I see the assassin JUMP over a coffee table and grab me. My head was pinned to the ground and I was slowly fading away. I think I was shot in the head twice. I heard 2 more gunshots. I was thinking to myself don't DIE, DONT DIE. I regain conscience and I'm in the hospital. I forget what the cops say but that assassin seems to be being chased by the person he was hired by. After the hospital, I went back to my apartment. Passing by the bookstore, I see that assassin again. But he was hiding now. He was saying how he overheard his hirer how other assassin were killed after they got their target. I was assuming that hirer thought I was dead now. But I asked him why he shot me. I forget the answer. Then I asked him if he was german and he spoke something in german, basically telling me yes. then I woke up.|
|On Tuesdays, I usually go to DC for some dance lessons. I always take the metro there( orrrrrrr is it metra?!) because last time I went into DC, I got lost for 2-3 hours. I usually park in the parking garage located outside the metro. I have NEVER seen anyone properly pay attention to others when exiting the parking garage. This "chart" illustrates the general driving practice of everyone I've come acrossed... |
Notice that I am the Blue Honda CRV and that red car? That red car is of the DEVIL :(...
I always basically pause a little further back at this point and slow waaaay down to watch for these people. THEY NEVER DO IT THE PROPER WAY! They always cut early which would hit your car if u did not slow down. It is hard enough to see with that Honda civic in the way. Understandably, some cars have really bad turn radius and they will have to cut earlier... BUT that doesn't mean they should be going fast!
Now here... HERE is the ideal way to do it, which EVERYONE seems to fail.
The high five is optional and recommended at speeds below 5mph! But yes, the red car would take a wide turn, avoiding the possibility of collision. But this is ideal... It doesn't happen... EVER. Every time I see someone cut close, I give them a look of disappointment. So far, that's everyone that's passed by me. Where are all the smart people >_<....
Come to think of it, I should have spent the time writing an email to my brothers and sisters about my SF transfer rather than making this rant blog! Or sleep earlier so I can head home earlier tomorrow for a few days.