dust-settle

7:50 p.m. ~ 2003-08-31
21

yes, my 21st was good. some changes in plans but it all worked out. friday, the day of, i took off work and lounged (all day) until about 6 and keith called informing me he had to work that night, there was no way out of it, he would try to meet up with us later. boo.

i got dressed, called jen, made dinner reservations, called jen, still no answer at her place and stopped calling. since friday was my mothers birthday as well, alot of my family was over so i played with my cousin isabell who is 3 and hell bent on scaring my poor cats to death by crawling after them and pouncing.

around ten jeff and i left for the salty dog in brooklyn which was so packed they were hauling the bar stools outside so that there could be more room inside.

showed my real i.d. (juvenile to be excited over this but i was) to the bouncer who studied it for five minutes with a poker face that finally broke into a smile and wished me a happy birthday.

we picked up some beers and made our way to the back by the dance floor where it wasnt so crowded, that luxury only last a little while. the crowd kept moving back and finally a circle was made so that some people could work their shit on the dance floor.

we danced a little ourselves but some guys version of dancing was just kinda getting all up behind you. wow. great, thanks for the dance. db's.

step back, you're dancin kinda close...

i sat down, drank another beer and watched a thirty year old woman dance better than the twenty years olds trying to keep up with her.

as much as i appreciated all the ass-age in my face (the people had whomever was sitting down pretty much pinned against the wall), it was getting late so we fought our way back up towards the door, said goodbye to the friends that did not break plans to meet us there and headed back to s.i.

work yesterday morning was of course its usual holiday weekend crazyness. as ive mentioned before one perk of working at customer service is all the complaints you get to deal with, i.e. all the assholes that come up and yell at you like they are king superior and we are just there to serve at their beck and call, no matter how ridiculous.

one man in particular came up screaming that we were going to sell him the display item with no box. how dare we send him out into the parking lot with no box!? he had a three year old (who looked about 10 years old) to watch and the substitute box was no good. i mean, carrying a painted bowl that weighed less than 5 pounds to your car that is probably illegally parked in the handicapped section really is a dangerous mission. so i calmly refunded his money as he screamed. how dare i make him do such a thing?

sir, if i could make you do anything, it would be to kick your own ass out of my store so i wouldnt have to hear your idiotic macho man rants for one second longer

but instead i was polite, ok thank you have a nice day kind of thing. i guess thats not what he wanted to hear because he requested the phone to call our central office.

oh jeez. someone please have a pacifier and a diaper ready for this guy when he wets his pants.

apparently the service clerk he reached on the phone was equally cruel because in minutes he was screaming at them as well. but he had a solution. if we discounted (the non-damaged, in perfect condition, just put out this weekend, untouched because it is locked in the display case) display model he might be willing to chance taking that walk through the parking lot with it, in the substitute box. how good of him.

im guessing the answer was no after he threw the phone in my direction, grabbed his son and stormed out yelling he was going to cancel his membership. okthanksbye.

my last member of the day too. its always the last member.

after work i came home, released all tension by taking a hot shower and got dressed for dinner at the blue water grill.

minor setback: car fire on the bridge so traffic crept by inch by inch. half hour to make it over the bridge where it usually takes about 2 minutes. i was having an asbury park flashback.

when we did get there it was perfect though. nice table in the jazz room. and its not kenny g saxaphone kind of jazz, its upbeat and very moondance by van morrision.

our waitress was a strange one. corny jokes the entire night. while waiting for our entree she poured us some more water and said "dont worry, its almost mahi mahi time, no, not hammer time, a-ha hah haaa".

oh...hahahahhaha.

food is so good there. i guess you have to make sacrifices somewhere.

i passed out in the car ride home, tired from the drinks and work and other weekend nonsense.

work today resembled yesterday in suckyness. must be a full moon. or mars. something making these people act crazy.

off tomorrow!!! thats all that matters now.

below are various pictures from this weekend. enjoy the extra day off tomorrow.

driving into brooklyn