No one's ever sorry

alternateorg on August 19, 2002

I’m really getting fed up with this whole “it wasn’t my fault, so fuck you” mentality I’ve been receiving lately. Case in point: I’m a member of NetFlix, where I get DVDs delivered to me relatively frequently, in little red pouches just barely bigger than the DVD disc itself. This means that despite their small size, they cannot fit into my tallish,skinnyish mailbox I have downstairs in my building. So quite often (along with other large mail delivered by the post office), my DVDs get delivered to the open box next to the mailboxes, seemingly reserved for large mail and junk mail.

Can you see where this is going?

My building is cleaned every few weeks by the maintenence crew, and often this includes the emptying of the open bin. This is fine as mostly, people get the mail out of there they need and leave the junk mail for the trash. However, this past week, maintenence came AFTER the mail was deliverd, and BEFORE I got home. Meaning that any and all items delivered to me and put into the large bin were basically thrown into the trash. And this day just happened to be the day that I had two DVDs delivered to me by Netflix: Lord of the Rings and Heathers.

To me, the fault here is obvious: the maintenence crew/apt complex manager for throwing away what is all for all intents and purposes, my private mail. Whether the mailman is supposed to deliver items to that bin is not of my concern. All I know is that a. I (along with all other residents) have very often had items delivered there and b. that I had 2 DVDs delivered on that day that were never received by me. Now, the apartment staff is claiming that the fault is the Post Office for delivering mail to the bin when any oversized mail should be delivered to the office instead and to take it up with them. Which smells like bull-fucking-shit to me. Fuck the world and everyone in it. That’s what I say.

You can stop freaking out now.

alternateorg on August 16, 2002

I know every last one of you was worried about the server problems we were having, but rest assured they’ve been fixed. You can now proceed to mend your basically ruined day, as I’m sure major problems stemmed from this unfortunate and regrettable technical difficulty. Together, we can move forward and put this behind us.

OK, So Now Don't Get Hurt At the Zoo…

alternateorg on July 26, 2002

So this EMT thing is happening fast. Wasn’t it just like last week that I was doing my little dance of joy for having a title? Well now the jobbyjob has happened, and like most medical shenanigans, its weird. I’m workin’ for Medcor. They staff such famous San Diego stalwarts as the Zoo, the Wild Animal Park, and the newfangled Legoland. You get hurt there, and you’re stuck with me. Mwa ha ha *continue evil genius laugh ad infinitum*

The thing is, this is my first *real* job. Well, I guess I mean traditional job. I’ve been a writer. I’ve given resumes and writing samples. I’ve very rarely filled out applications for things, especially not seriously. And definitely without checkboxes for “Have you been vaccinated for Hepatitis-B?” I’m 22 and I’ve never really dealt with shifts and stuff like that. Most people deal with that in high school. I just never had that kind of job. So its a scary paradigm shift.

Though the scariest thing is that I’ll generally be working alone. So if five people have heart attacks at once, I’m screwed. But I get to try and become awesome at treating kids before I get a “real” EMT job. We’ll see. All I know is that I’d best be getting some free Legos, or else the streets of Legoland shall run red. Stackable red.