..very distracted lately. Thoughts whirl around my head, seemingly endlessly. I am concerned for one friend, sad at the loss of another, curious about the possibilities of yet another, forgot to congratulate another. I am melancholy about missed opportunities, and hopeful for future ones. Left empty at broken relationships and fulfilled by the promise of new ones.
In preparing for my much needed upcoming vacation, I find I am mismanaging my time and am unable to focus or concentrate on the task at hand. I am unmotivated by the gym. Yet I remain positive that a change of scenery will inspire me. To do what, is the question.
I am open to suggestion.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
For one blissful moment...
....yesterday the cacophony that is NYC stopped to be replaced by a lone song bird. The blaring of taxi cab horns, the mournful wails of sirens, the incessant land and air traffic succumbed to the sweet welcome notes of one of the universe's most talented musicians.
One seemingly lost and unknowing reprieve from the constant grind of NYC. It truly is the little things.
One seemingly lost and unknowing reprieve from the constant grind of NYC. It truly is the little things.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Feast or famine...
...Generally I encounter enough social ineptitude that I have plenty of fodder for this blog. Every now and again the masses seem subdued enough that I am forced to bore my readers with the details of my time in the gym, etc. However there are times when I have to choose which absurdity I want to share.
Last night a friend of mine shared a telemarketer story, with any luck he will choose to blog about it himself. On my way home I witnessed some pervert stretching his arms as far as possible in order to fondle the breasts of a twenty foot mural; I am not making this up.
I am opting for the customer who had the audacity to tell me "you work for tips, shut the fuck up". He left of his own accord, thanks to my boss who intervened on his behalf. My boss is a pretty good egg, in an industry with an incredibly high turn over, most of his staff has been with him in excess of 10 years. I think that says something.
I know it was in his (my boss) best interest to avoid having a murder in his very well established restaurant, so I don't blame him for rescuing this moron from me. For those of you who do not know me, I am no demure shrinking violet. My response was a very vehement "Are you talking to ME? Let me tell you what you can do with your tip, asshole. Nobody talks to me like that, and I mean NOBODY".
Don't assume that because I work in the hospitality industry that I am subservient or too stupid to hold a "respectable" job. I am not for sale, and your tip doesn't entitle you to abuse anyone. Crawl back under your rock before I hit you with it.
Last night a friend of mine shared a telemarketer story, with any luck he will choose to blog about it himself. On my way home I witnessed some pervert stretching his arms as far as possible in order to fondle the breasts of a twenty foot mural; I am not making this up.
I am opting for the customer who had the audacity to tell me "you work for tips, shut the fuck up". He left of his own accord, thanks to my boss who intervened on his behalf. My boss is a pretty good egg, in an industry with an incredibly high turn over, most of his staff has been with him in excess of 10 years. I think that says something.
I know it was in his (my boss) best interest to avoid having a murder in his very well established restaurant, so I don't blame him for rescuing this moron from me. For those of you who do not know me, I am no demure shrinking violet. My response was a very vehement "Are you talking to ME? Let me tell you what you can do with your tip, asshole. Nobody talks to me like that, and I mean NOBODY".
Don't assume that because I work in the hospitality industry that I am subservient or too stupid to hold a "respectable" job. I am not for sale, and your tip doesn't entitle you to abuse anyone. Crawl back under your rock before I hit you with it.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
We've all heard...
... the old saying, "Don't sweat the small stuff". Well, I'm curious as to why it seems only my head and neck sweat when I'm in the gym. Shouldn't I be sweating in the much larger ares of my buttocks and abs? I mean I could use a little relief between my inner thighs where the friction of them rubbing together threatens to incinerate me with spontaneous combustion.
The way I see it, my shirt should be plastered to my rotundness, and my yoga pants should be able to wash themselves in the spin cycle my butt seems to cause when on the elliptical machine. But no, I seem to resemble some sort of embarrassed penguin.
Maybe I just have a fat head?!
The way I see it, my shirt should be plastered to my rotundness, and my yoga pants should be able to wash themselves in the spin cycle my butt seems to cause when on the elliptical machine. But no, I seem to resemble some sort of embarrassed penguin.
Maybe I just have a fat head?!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Kudos to...
...NYC emergency services respondents. If you have ever witnessed someone in the throes of a heart attack, you know how unsettling it can be. People react differently to emergency situations; some with morbid curiosity, some become paralyzed with uncertainty, some are natural care givers.
Last night I managed to keep a cool head when dealing with 911 while watching the devastating effects of a heart attack wash over the face of a customer. It was just short of horrifying to see this man lose touch with reality while remaining conscious. It takes a special person to administer a professional and caring demeanor in any given environment.
Indeed, it took longer to complete the phone call, than for the first of the responders to arrive. My prayers go out to this man and his family, and my appreciation is renewed for the people who save our lives every day.
We all tend to take things for granted, until we find ourselves in that wake up! situation. Thank you to all the unsung people we rely on every day without even realizing their worth.
Last night I managed to keep a cool head when dealing with 911 while watching the devastating effects of a heart attack wash over the face of a customer. It was just short of horrifying to see this man lose touch with reality while remaining conscious. It takes a special person to administer a professional and caring demeanor in any given environment.
Indeed, it took longer to complete the phone call, than for the first of the responders to arrive. My prayers go out to this man and his family, and my appreciation is renewed for the people who save our lives every day.
We all tend to take things for granted, until we find ourselves in that wake up! situation. Thank you to all the unsung people we rely on every day without even realizing their worth.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Physical fitness is...
..a pain in the ass. About five months ago my motivation decided to go AWOL, shortly afterwards my metabolism retired, probably somewhere down south where it is warm and sunny. Comfort food and 13 lbs. moved into the neighborhood of my ass and have caused the value to plummet.
Now I've been trying to get motivation to return and rally a neighborhood watch. It reluctantly agreed to return for a trial basis. Today we weeded some overgrown areas and collected some debris in some of the long forgotten vacant muscles. Tomorrow we will try to locate metabolism and see if we can shame into assistance.
Getting back into shape is a lot more difficult than allowing yourself to get out of it. Maintenance is easier than reconstruction, even if you are not 100% satisfied with the results, don't give up. The older we get the harder it gets. I'm guessing 10x the work for half the results.
Gym is a dirty word. Cellulite is a sentence.
Now I've been trying to get motivation to return and rally a neighborhood watch. It reluctantly agreed to return for a trial basis. Today we weeded some overgrown areas and collected some debris in some of the long forgotten vacant muscles. Tomorrow we will try to locate metabolism and see if we can shame into assistance.
Getting back into shape is a lot more difficult than allowing yourself to get out of it. Maintenance is easier than reconstruction, even if you are not 100% satisfied with the results, don't give up. The older we get the harder it gets. I'm guessing 10x the work for half the results.
Gym is a dirty word. Cellulite is a sentence.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Happy Mother's Day
Mom,
Thank you for all the times you lifted me up, I'm sorry for all the times I let you down. I remember every time you made me smile, I regret every time I made you cry. I appreciate every time I catch myself emulating you, and pray you are proud of the person I have become. You probably never realized your inner strength was matched only by your outer beauty. You have always been, and always will be, the single most important and influential person in my life. I love you, thank you for being my mother.
Thank you for all the times you lifted me up, I'm sorry for all the times I let you down. I remember every time you made me smile, I regret every time I made you cry. I appreciate every time I catch myself emulating you, and pray you are proud of the person I have become. You probably never realized your inner strength was matched only by your outer beauty. You have always been, and always will be, the single most important and influential person in my life. I love you, thank you for being my mother.
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