Saturday, February 27, 2010

Thank you for the snow storm!

Thanks, northern New Jersey, for letting me see 18 or more inches of snow for the first time in my life. It's pretty. And people, for the most part, shovel their walks, and the Weehawken trucks are out scraping the streets and laying down gravel immediately. There's hardly any problem at all getting around. WHAT is the big dramatic "blizzard" deal?? There was hardly a blizzard. Just a lot of snow falling. Sigh.

That said, buses from Joisey into NYC were suspended today because of the snow. I'd had only 2 days all week of temp work scheduled, one on Friday. Couldn't go because of no bus. Didn't care. I've given up at this point. Instead, I walked around for 2 hours out there, with my red snow boots (that a random lady off a bus once told me was "quite a statement").

Pretty, pretty snow. At least 5 snowmen counted. (No pictures, because my new camera, bought last year, won't download to my 2000 computer. Though I so wanted to take pretty pictures!) Snow on trees, snow on statues, 2 feet of snow piled up on cars... A luminous, almost-full moon over the skyline of Manhattan across the Hudson, before the snowy fog rolled in to obscure it.

I must've walked 2 hours and 3 miles today, in my red snow boots, not really scared of any falls, or anything, just admiring how all-pretty...

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Booty Call

I've been doing temp work for a major NYC financial company (with a spectacular view of Times Square, but an obnoxiously loud Puerto Rican co-worker) since last June. Upon hiring, I was told that they needed someone full-time, etc. Since then, I've been called upon between 8 and 57 hours per week... Sometimes I've been grateful to them for allowing me to make my rent that month. Other times I've cursed them for only calling me in for 8 hours (and for subjecting me to the Puerto Rican Asshole).

I suppose I should be grateful for any work I get...But last night, my pride kicked in. I got a phone-call from the temp agency at 11 p.m., calling me in at 8 a.m. the next morning to the above company. I was already in bed. I didn't answer the call personally, just listened to the ring and then the message.

After I heard the message, I questioned myself as to why I was feeling so angry... I needed any and all work, after all. Then it came to me: When you call someone at 11 p.m., it's a Booty Call.

I've got a Master's Degree. I've been working for you loyally and efficiently for 8 months. More importantly: You pay your regulars to sit around during work or no work, and you grant them benefits. Yet when "an emergency" arises... BOOTY CALL.

I ain't no Booty Call, you cheapskate motherfuckers.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

NOBODY TOLD ME

Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs.

Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got.

Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed

Everybody's runnin' and no one makes a move
Everyone's a winner and no one seems to lose.
There's a little yellow idol to the north of Katmandu.

Everybody's flying and no one leaves the ground
Everybody's crying and no one makes a sound.
There's a place for us in movies you just gotta lay around.

Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed
most peculiar, Mama.

Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's UFOs over New York and I ain't too surprised.

Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed
most peculiar, Mama.

RUINS

A civilization is primarily remembered by the remnants of the monuments it (the rich, with the complicity of the masses) once erected in honor of what it worshipped.

When they later find us (the US) in ruins, they will see little but our massive temples to Big Business and Big Sports.