February, 2008

Sunday, February 10th, 2008

Sunday Photos/Blog

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Not a whole lot to talk about pertaining to the weekend. I’ve kept it on the down low, more than normal.

Longing for a ton of Advil and a ginormous heating pad, I settled for room temp pillows and gallons of water.

I finally watched No Country for Old Men. It wasn’t the *best* film I’ve seen in a long time, however, I can say that it kept my attention going. Yes, there was a gore factor to it and it had me yelling out, “WILL ONE OF YOU CATS PLEASE COME SIT WITH ME?!?!?!” because I was scared and needed something to hold onto! Thankfully Stan stepped up and allowed me to squeeze the meow out of him while I lived through the cat/mouse turned mouse/cat scene midway through the film. I was scared.

Although I’d rather this not be a review blog- I give kudos to Javier Bardem as the mechanical killer and Josh Brolin catching me off guard by his character development through out the film. I would not call it Oscar worthy, but it is definitely a film that I will watch again and recommend to others. That being said, “I recommend this film.” Atonement still has me soured with the oh too familiar Titanic feeling ending still had me annoyed with the lack luster characters. While James McAvoy had an outstanding performance, he needed to have been in a completely different movie on his own as his role showed him to be too good for those he shared the screen with and his life would have been a hellavalot better if he just learned to keep his hormones in check.

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The first ladybug I’ve seen this year!
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I watched Cloverfield as well. Think Alien meets the Blair Witch Project. It was a little more believable for being unbelievable (well… the giant crickets were a little weird… or aliens, whatever you want to call them.). I was half watching it while my mind was darting across the Universe. I’ll probably see it again to piece all the parts I had glossed over together. It always confuses me. These giant insect/aliens can create these sophisticated machines without opposable thumbs (hmm, should we be scared of the cockroaches?), how come they’re always nekkid? I think Ben may have pondered the same question in one of his articles, but seriously. Naked as the day they were… hatched. It brings even more of a creepy factor to it. Will I recommend Cloverfield? I dunno, the fact that my attention span was lost ten minutes into could be a good indication that it’s not a worthwhile film. THEN AGAIN- as I stated, my mind was elsewhere. I think my mind would have wandered regardless of what was playing (another odd dream that preoccupied me).

I did find some wine that I hadn’t seen on shelves in quite awhile. Vampire- because it’s campy fun! =^_^=

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What shall I do tonight? Vampire wine, and possibly watching Juno again. Juno- to me it’s still a solid movie because it brings likable characters to you with a realistic premise. I appreciate the message as well. It’s pro-life, showing the option of adoption and it also shows that you don’t have to be part of a married couple to be viewed as responsible and successful enough to adopt a child.

I *would* like to view the other films that are up for awards this year but I ask myself this: Do I have the time, ability and attention span to do that? What if I get more odd dreams that cause me to be distracted?

[Latest Dream] I’ll cut to the chase of the dream. I met a man some how… and I wound up babysitting for his married friends. I loved watching the little girl and I felt the couple was wonderful. Due to my own situation and inability to stay late, I’d leave before they got home because the guy would watch the child for the last hour or so. One day I’m babysitting and the guy is with me. We were just friends at first. He liked me, but he wasn’t completely my type. After spending so much time with him, the next thing I know I kind of like him as well. In my dream we kiss for the first time and as we’re making out… his phone rings and it’s his friend/the mother of the girl and she alerts him that her and her husband are on their way home… and while she knows I’m there, she says in a rather airheadish voice, “I don’t remember how this works, but what does it mean if I miss my period after we had sex?” He gets nervous, hangs up the phone and looks at me hoping that it’s not a big deal.

Can I PLEASE at least have a functional relationship in my dreams???? JUST ONE????? Yeah, I was annoyed at that during my wake hours because OMG I still can’t even meet a decent guy in my slumber. It’s as if the Universe enjoys taunting me with my dating life… and since I don’t have one… it has to get into my dreams in order ensure I’m still miserable! I think perhaps I had dated the Universe and some how dumped it. I don’t know how that works, but it makes sense to ME.

Sunday, February 10th, 2008

Lord of the Gas

Every man is an island. In this area it’s more like “Every Man has an Island.” Welcome to the gas station world. Here in Oregon you are not allowed to pump your own gas. It’s even gasp worthy if you don’t want to wait for the attendant to finish their cell phone conversation and you opt to replace the hose after you pay so that you may leave.

There’s an entire world going on in the gas station world that seems to be untouched by Man’s Laws here.

They get to you when they want. They change prices whenever they want. They can do whatever they want (apparently) and they may refuse you service should they want.

Here is an example: My friend Michelle went to the gasstation close to our homes last week. After waiting for a painful amount of time as the attendant who opted to thrust his power of “You can’t go anywhere unless I fill your vehicle with the fuel that it requires to run.” He left her sitting there until he was damn good and ready to pump the gas. Now we don’t ask these people to apply at these places, we’re quite knowledgable on how to get gas into our cars like we’ve done in every other state we’ve lived in (those of us who are not native to Oregon). We’re at their mercy and they know this.

Please keep that in mind:

Letter she sent to Cheveron Headquarters about the Employee:

 Please Follow Up: Mike Hendrickson

I would like to preface this for those of you who live in normal states by explaining that this experience comes from the state of Oregon, where only gas attendants are allowed to pump gas. 
 
First of all, I would like to express my appreciation that as a would-be and willing-to-pay customer, your station owner/ manager “Ron” did not feel the need to follow up on any accusations of trespassing made by one of the worst gas attendants I have ever had the misfortune of meeting.  This inattentive gas attendant, Mike Hendrickson, ignored me when I pulled in and after the person in front of me finally finished filling up, signaled me to pull forward.  After I began to pull forward he jumped out in front me and smacked the hood of my car.  I was rattled and irritated and happened to be on the phone with my husband. While still in the car but with the window down to hand my credit card, I referred to the young attendant as a punk to my husband because of his behavior. Then I removed the gas cap and waited for him to pump my gas. Instead, he put the gas cap back on my car and said I could go down the road.  Confused, I demanded an explanation. He said he was refusing service and to just leave. This bewildered me, so again I asked why. He sneered, and said “I heard you in the car.”  I replied, “But I was on the phone, I was talking to my husband, I used no vulgar language, What have I done that was so bad you have the right to refuse service.” He accused, “You used bad language.” This false accusation angered me so I yelled “WHAT DID I SAY?! WHAT EXACTLY DID I SAY THAT I CAN’T GET CHEVRON GAS?!!”  He replied, “You called me a punk”  Unbelievable. Yes, I referred to him as a punk, albeit not directly but to my husband.  And I stand by the fact he IS a punk, as it is defined: 2 : nonsense foolishness3 a: a young inexperienced person : beginner novice; especially : a young man b: a usually petty gangster, hoodlum, or ruffian  (from http://www.merriamwebster.com/dictionary/punk
 
So I asked for the manager. The attendant arrogantly replied HE was an S.P.A. I asked what that meant and he told me Senior Pump Attendant. I laughed in his face and said, No, I asked for a MANAGER. He wouldn’t give me any information other than I could not speak to a manager. The person that I later came to find out was assistant manager did not assist, speak up or give any information. All I wanted was to get gas and this punk was power tripping as the lord of the gas pump and said, in a threatening tone, that he would call the police. I requested he do that because I still did not understand why I could not get gas and be on my way. A decent manager, even assistant manager, would have intervened and in good sense and as good customer service, simply swiped the card, pumped the gas and sent me on my way.  Instead, AFTER calling the police, I was told the REAL manager, “Ron”, whose last name I was NEVER given would be there the next day at 5 am.  No other phone number/email/contact info could be given. Then I had to wait for the police as he had already been called by the punk.  The sheriff sent me on my way after advising me that in the future, if refused service, I should just leave, essentially doing anything else is a waste of time.
 
I understand that it is a minimum wage job, so there will likely be inattentiveness and a lack of service to a certain degree. But to waste my evening because of the attendant’s inappropriate behavior is unacceptable.  I did fill up at a competitor’s station as I did not want to be trespassing.  And I will not return to the Chevron station unless invited.  I’d rather deal with the punks at the other stations that keep their hands off my car and are at least willing to fill my gas tank!
Below are the details from your website on the station:
CHEVRON STATION
3333 LANCASTER DR NE
SALEM,OR 97305-1355 US
 
Thank you,

Response:

Dear Ms. Williams,
 
Thank you for taking the time to contact Chevron regarding the treatment you described experiencing at your local Chevron service station in SALEM, OR.  On behalf of Chevron, please accept our apology.
 
Chevron is committed to providing safe practices and excellent service to all our customers, and when this is not afforded we are very disappointed.
 
We would like to explain that a Chevron retailer doing business as TRUAX #35 owns this station.  While Chevron retailers are independent businesspersons who hire their own employees, we are very concerned about anything that causes customer dissatisfaction.  Accordingly, we have asked the owner to review your comments with the station manager.  We find that Chevron retailers are as concerned as we are when they hear that customers are displeased and they make every effort to correct problems that occur at their stations.
 
It is very difficult to keep up with events at all stations, however, it is concerned customers such as you that enable us to take corrective action when we can.  Thank you for bringing it to our attention so that we can inform the proper station personnel.
 
Again, we are very sorry you encountered such a negative experience at this Chevron station.  Contrary to what happened, we sincerely value your patronage, and hope this incident will not keep you from visiting stations in our retail network in the future.
 
 
Sincerely,
 
Louanne Tracy B. Cruz,
Consumer Connection Specialist
Consumer Connection Center
Chevron Products Company
PO Box 4000
Bellaire, TX  77402-4000
Attention: Consumer Connection Center
Phone Number: 1 800 962-1223
Fax Number: 1 866 756-1522
Email: conaffrs@chevron.com

 My thoughts:

Each little man there apparently has his own island. But he needs to answer me this, “I can take this and let it go. I can mess with someone who is on a power trip and crush the reality of his little world. So answer me this oh little senior pump attendant… is my life so preoccupied and busy in which I shall refrain from popping your little illusion bubble? Do you feel lucky? Well do ya, punk?”

Saturday, February 9th, 2008

Thought Bubble: Cats

I had attempted to train my cat. Now I pour food, jump up to grab toys, shake my ponytail, fetch water, and pet on command. :-|

Saturday, February 9th, 2008

Thought Bubble: Hollywood Video

I wonder if Hollywood Video is going to blow up the Postal Service trucks/planes/etc. I know I would. Or perhaps they’ll blow up Blockbuster Headquarters. WHY do I think this? They’re not doing anything to step up their game to compete. It’s like they “know” something. Plus they have absolutely no video’s and they’re not even attempting to change their name to Hollywood DVD, or Hollywood DVD’s and Blu-Ray or just a simple Hollywood Rental of Films.

I know what you’re up to Hollywood Video… I’m watching you!

Saturday, February 9th, 2008

Thought Bubble: Dimes

If I had a dime for every time I thought “If I had a dime for…” then I’d probably have $5.80. $5.90 if you count this time.

Current Mood:bored emoticon bored

Friday, February 8th, 2008

The Gang Gets Whacked (part 1)

It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Friday, February 8th, 2008

The Gang Gets Whacked (part 2)

It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Friday, February 8th, 2008

The Tick

For when you’re too lazy to blog ;)

Current Mood:Amused emoticon Amused

Tuesday, February 5th, 2008

Pick a price already!

There is are gas-stations at both the on ramp and the off ramps that I take to and from work. Although I rarely purchase gas at either I notice the prices. The prices that change daily or twice a day actually. Sometimes it’s merely by one cent, other times it can go up and down by five cents in one day. I know this because I’ve started to pay close attention and the words I find myself saying outloud as I pass them is, “You’re freaking kidding me!”

What happens if you pull into the gas station and the price is $2.94, as you pull out you see that they changed it to $2.89, are you allowed to go in and get the difference? If it was reversed, do they charge you the difference before they leave? Is there someone hired to sit by a site and click refresh over and over again alerting when prices change? Do prices truly change daily like that? WHAT IS GOING ON??

Today I’ve noted that the on ramp price was $2.91, the off ramp one was $2.87. Dare I slip the prices into a daily blog so you can go crazy with me- or am choosing a silly thing to rant at?

I’ve also decided to rename the slow lane on the highway as the “cell phone lane”. People casually slow down to almost a crawl so they can text, dial etc. in this lane. I know this because as I’m trying to get on the highway after checking the contstantly changing gas prices there will be two open lanes (the center and the far left aka passing lane). These cell phone people will horde the far right lane making it a risk while you’re trying to merge. I see them looking down at their device or their head tilted so far in which they seem deformed because thier cell phone creates a bridge between their head and their shoulder.

Perhaps the gas station people rely on distracted cell phone drivers to over look the prices. HA! Little do they know that I’m the last person on Earth who doesn’t own one of these technological leashes. Granted if I wind up in a wreck on an isolated road in the middle of no where I’m wolf food, but I’m good with that.

I want to ram them, ram them all.

I’m tired. I’m going to pop some Tylenol sleep aid and change my scowl to closed and rested eyes so I can wake up in the morning and note the prices mocking prices.

Monday, February 4th, 2008

A New Week

Well this is a brand new week and I’ve no idea if that means it’s a better one. I’d like to think so due to the fact I’ve no more vacuum cleaners to catch on fire.

My rent is late and I had been applying for online loans which fall short of what I need. Now many site have my critical information and I think it’s time to get a new identity. My next one shall be a bazillionaire.

In a way I think it’s a good thing to pass up the online loans and issues finding one local. Perhaps the one that I used to go to closing down is a good sign. Maybe being close to eviction is better than winding up in a horrible financial cycle that last time cost me $10,800.00. For that amount I could have paid off my student loan that haunts me. I could have bought a brand new car. I could have taken a cruise… hell, I could have bought a pair of socks at Sak’s.

I’m taking it all as a sign not to do the payday advance this time. I’m pleased that I called Vonage to see if I could pay on Friday (payday) or cancel my service tomorrow and restart it on Friday- and they’re giving me this month free to keep me as a customer. Are they really that bad of a service… or are they truly customer orientated? I’ve no idea, but it takes a sting out.

Also- if there’s no Dept of Ed or anyone else to nab my return… then YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I’d actually get to enjoy it more than buying a new flame retardant vacuum cleaner!

I watched Atonement last night. I’m not going to write some huge review- I’ll merely state that I didn’t hate it. I will then add that I didn’t love it either.

I was supposed to watch a nosey girl who had a crush on guy possibly ten years her senior who, in a days’ time finally hooks up with her sister. Hurt feelings causes her to spread a rumor and then ultimately points the finger at him when a girl is molested. He’s a sexual deviant. He liked her sister instead of her, so he must be punished. He winds up in prison and then he is released to fight the war where the sister has become a nurse to help in the war. I call this film, “Epic Blank Stares”. It wasn’t traumatic, it was more “unfortunate”. The “love” story was an brief brush at passion and we’re supposed to think that they’re doing all they can to be together again. There was no chemistry. There was no depth. There was no believablity. The story generates of a girls guilt and accusation. Stuff happens. It happens regardless, and perhaps IF went in accordance to her perception- sucks to be her. Were other men in the war in a lesser relationship? No, they had years built with a spouse who they were torn from. Were other nurses placed in harms way there because of a teenage fling that was acted upon in impulse on an odd evening? Probably not, they problem had an entire clan waiting for their return at home or perhaps a true passionate love story that was built up so much so that they’d explode if they weren’t together and the one night they could be together, a bomb fell separating their embrace or something like that.

James McAvoy did a wonderful job portraying someone who truly was interested in the woman who felt no need to acknowledge him for the most part. Fighting for his life to get back to her and running into constant frustrations and dangers… while Keira Knightley showed no connection with the part, the characters or the film. Was she doing this as an obligation? The younger sister, played by Saoirse Ronan did a  great job as well in portraying a smart young lady who is jealous of her sister that she loves, but more painfully so in love with the son of the housekeeper who sees her as just a child.

The film was perspective. It wasn’t as tragic as I thought it’d be. I guess the movie would be too sad though if the camera panned out the Keira in her mid-thirties becoming a grandmother as she struggled to pay her rent while her child was hooked up in a machine in the next room with her fire destroyed vacuum cleaner in the closet, typing on the computer to finish a blog about a tepid film so she can complete it to go to sleep so she could go to bed ALONE and wake up to sit in a noisy room to be barked at all day. No having a child struggle for their life and seeing them hooked up to a billion machines and being “touch and go”, no losing a myriad of friends and loved ones to illness, suicide, war, murder, accidents. No falling outs with people, etc. Leave a beautiful corpse, leave when love is still romantic and tragic- not a realistic and horrible break up to be chronically alone and when you’re not, you’re dating a string of freaks! I love my life, I wouldn’t change it for anything, I’m just trying to make a point- but please, after the film ended- the characters lives were assumed. Damn, I did it again. Seriously though, I’d rather die with a beautiful thought of a relationship with possibilities that gives you the fuel to move forward, than having a definite ending and nothing more to hold onto.

I recall when I *thought* had I had that tragic story brewing- and almost a decade of trying to get back to him and the things I survived through in order to make it back. I sat telling my tale on a warm summer day. The gentleman I was talking to was in tears and introduced himself as detective (yes, he was legit). The next thing I know I’m sitting in a detectives office as the sun shining through the window, hope was being carried on the breeze that gave the hot day a refreshing break. He was bent on helping the story move forward… a week later I got the news that the love of my life was wound up married and working at NASA and had a second kid on the way.

 I AM NOT BITTER! Cinderella stories should end with a kiss to a new beginning that you’ll never see unfold, or it should end in death.

Seriously, I’m not. On that same coin, I didn’t feel compassion for them. They got off easy. They got to die with a strong love in their heart for someone as the relationship never had a chance to even begin. Who knows what would have happened should they truly have lived a normal length of time. And I just think I gave away the story for the most part… (like the Hamlet mention wasn’t a foreshadowing)

 So much for not writing a huge review!

The next film up before the Oscars… No Country for Old Men. I have a feeling I won’t like it. Then again, I had a feeling I’d love Atonement. I’ve learned that I know NOTHING. I can now fall asleep.

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