Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?

So I had a frustrating conversation with my girl tonight. She asked me about my day, and I was expressing certain frustrations about a project I was working on at the office. Explaining how certain revisions and directions didn't make sense to me, and didn't agree with.

"Like what?", she asked.

I went on to explain the project was a print piece and how a lot of the revisions, to me, were very much based on a interactive/web point of view.

But she wasn't understanding me.

And the more I explained it, the more she didn't understand. And the more we talked about the more frustrating everything got. It was like no matter which way I went about explaining my point of view, apparently I was not making my point. And with each explanation just came another blank expression.

Then 10 some odd minutes in of frustration. I made somesort of gesture with my hands, used all the right words in the right places. Then all of a sudden it all made sense.

And I can't help but wonder, is a lot of conflict I have in life a result of I am simply not able to make my point? Am I not the sauve litigator I know myself to be?? Am I not the well-spoken Korean man my mother gushes over???!! Or as Jackie Chan said, "Do you not understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?"

Alas I am a man unmended and unmade (dang, I love that line).

Thank god for Arron Sorkin...

For real, thank god for Arron Sorkin! The man is a wonder. Have you guys seen Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip? If not you should, because, well, it's awesome. Here is a man who delivers commentary on shit (that I can only assume) bugs him about the state of things, and gives you excellence in tv programming at the same time. Definitely a man who cares about his craft and the stories he writes. Which is definitely a rarity.

Who knows, Ghost Whisperer might care, but they're writers really aren't that good.

But seriously folks, if you want something new, fresh, and most importantly well written, tune in Monday nights on NBC.

OH, and Heroes is pretty awesome too (same night, same channel).

man, fuck weight...

Yea, so the other day I was meeting with a company for additional work, right? I was all set. I knew the home office was on the Plaza, I'd get out of work at 12:00, run home, grab a bit, put on my monkey suit, leave at 1:30, get the place at 2.

Golden right?

WRONG!!!

Leave work when I planned, ate when I planned, BUT putting on the suit... let's say it's been awhile since I put it on last... Yea, safe to say I put on a few pounds. Man, was the suit a little tight. Put it on, yea, looked a little frumpy.

But whatever, roll with it!

Drive to the Plaza, turned the corner where the buidling was at, and it no longer had the company name on the front sign. I was at a loss, I had no idea where they were fucking located, and I was going to be SO late. I didn't have the contact person's number, I was FREAKING OUT!!!

Call my friend who referred me for this work, she wasn't picking up her phone.


Then I had the eureka moment of calling information, got the home office number, and got directions. When all was said and done, I was only 10 minutes late. They kept me waiting for another 10. Which is fine, it was only fair. But man, sitting for the additional 10, felt frumpier by the moment.

The meeting itself was very polite, don't think I got the work. But this song and dance is definitely why I jumped out of self-employment into fulltime.

But with more meetings on the horizon, I guess I need to get into the gym.

YEA FOR FORCED LABOR!

So today is the community service day at work. Wouldn't be so bad if there was an air of "mandatory" about the whole thing. But whatever, LET'S DO THIS!!!

This is a totally gross blog...

Man, I have been so irregular today, it's actually quite alarming.

That's it really. Just pooppooppoop all day.

Man, time for bed.

50/50

I have been unusually perky today. Chatting everybody up at the coffeebar at work. It was really quite disgusting, even for me. But I just kept going. Either way, usually positive mood.

BUT at the same time.

Today is another day of little or no work.

Yeah, a little freaked out.

But on the upside, isn't that a awesome picture?!

class...

So I am in this class. Got here a little early, you know traffic buffering and what not. But I am the only person from work here... nay, I am the only person here. Is it bad I am salty? Well the class should be good, if not a little boring... I mean really, to some extent isn't getting out of school a goal? I don't know. Like I said, warrented or not, yea... gonna say I am a little salty.

and I forgot...

So I stay at the girlfriend's last night. And this morning I realize I forgot deoderant and a belt. Small things to be sure, but I feel naked.

That's all.

Going to a training thing today down South. Don't know if I am jazzed about it or not. but whatever.

Anyways, I'm out!

I hate when mom is right...

So I have gum disease... I guess I should've listened to mother when she told me to floss.

ugh.

Sometimes I feel like I could pull Addy gold out of ass and it would not be enough. If you don't know what I mean, that's okay. Probably best if you don't understand.

Anyway, I am going to go to bed.

Pet Peeve.

For real, there are a lot.

I mean, like, if we're in the theatre, you better not be trying to have a conversation with me. CAUSE I WILL CUT YOU! But there are other small ones, that the person at fault is none other then yourself.

This particular blog is of that variety.

The pet peeve you ask?

Shaving.

Specifically when you shave. becuase, sometimes, just sometimes, you miss a spot. A little area of 2-3 hairs. And that bugs the hell out of me. And I am sure you guessed by now, I shaved this morning, only to discover just 2 seconds ago...

...I missed a spot.

This is going to bug me all day.

Total puss.

So I maybe a girl, hopeless romantic, or just a total goonball. Regardless, I have to say I loved Under the Tuscan Sun. Have you seen it? It's the movie with Diane Lane, how she needs to restart her life, and moves to Tuscany. Definitely not going to explain the level of my emotional state of joy when watching the movie.

Because that just opens the door for all sorts of ribbing.

But I'm sure one of my guy friends is like, "Dude, you're a dude. That's like a total total chick flick, right?"

So what. (and yes, my guy friends talk like surfers... not really)

It was really enjoyable, and left all sorts of warm and fuzzy feelings.

That's it really.

Anyways, bedtime.

Wow

So I saw Idlewild with Kate tonight.

OMG, what an amazing movie. Nothing earthshattering by any means. But definitely a wildly fresh and entertaining movie. I mean, you kids can look up the plot on IMDB. I just definitely enjoy a well told story, and Idlewild definitely is a well told story from start to finish.

Engaging story, great cast, fun characters, and awesome music.

A 8 bones well spent.

Really I don't know what to call post...

So a buddy of mine turned 30.

Don't know how he felt about that. But he threw a party last night, and you show up. I mean, really. Birthdays, that's the thing you show up for. I mean, if they don't say anything, no biggie. But if you consider someone a friend, and they invite you to the bday. You show up.

You know?

And it was good. It's always nice to hang out with friends. And it was nice to see significant others, and spouses of friends. It's always interesting that the main channel to see those people are the friends that connect you. Neither bad nor good, just interesting, you know? In either case, it was nice to spend time with people.

But as fun as it was, there was a overbaking moment for the evening... had two friends engaged in conversation in close promemity to myself. And they kept looking back at me. Don't know if they noticed me noticing the looking at me. But it was weird. Kind of like that afterschool special where the bullies are talking at lunch how they're gonna beat the poor unsuspecting nerd. And the camera always shows the victim in the foreground, and the bullies in the background looking back at the victim. That's what this kind of felt like.

Could be all in my head. Just weird. Always a big fan of, have a question, ask.

On a total side note. Doing a website for my optometrist, pretty stoked about that. Should be a good site. Even more exciting, part of the project is in trade, and I get some sweet ass frames on Monday, might not pick them up on Monday, but they should be with the good doctors on Monday. So I am definitely stoked about that.

Honestly though, I really don't remember what they looked like. Sort of have this vague image in my head. But definnitely excited.

Sometimes... somtimes you get what you pay for...

So I have been noticing a strange aroma that has been following me as of late. At first I didn't think it was me, but again, the following. It's not a smelly smell really, just different.

At first I thought it was my hoodie that I leave at the office sometimes. So maybe it needed to be washed.

I washed it. The following of aroma remains.

Pretty sure my morning routine of cleaning hasn't changed. But whatever, I'll wash a little harder.

The aroma is still with me.

And now I am all, "What the fuck???" But I think I know what the heck is going on. I switched detergents. I went from Tide to this Baking Soda detergent. You know the brand with the hammer? Well they have a laundry detergent. It was half the price of Tide, so I thought, "Why not?".

I'm pretty sure the detergent is the cause for my clothing aroma. Might need to pick up some Tide this evening. This time I guess you get what you pay for.

Cover letters...

I don't write them often. And when I do... the shit makes my head hurt. I'm sure my blog doesn't support it. But I am a okay writer. Maybe not in all aspects... well definitely not in all aspects. But in a administrative/management capacity, I can knock out a pretty professional letter.

Just takes me awhile.

So here I am at midnight hoping it doesn't take too much longer.

Posing...

Oh man, oh man, when I go to the Korean market BOY do I feel like a poser.

So let it be said that my Korean is very limited. I mean I get by in a conversation, but by no means very fluent.

Anyways, I went to the Korean market today. You know, I was low on the Kimchi and rice. But the family that owns the market, though always very friendly, I always feel like I am offending them. As with any language, I was raised that there are certain tenses of words and sentences that are used in conversation. And is especially important when a young person is talking to an older person. Just a gesture of respect.

And I never remember those... those items.

I'm sure the couple knows that my Korean is limited. That I am a product of a Western society. But I just have memories ringing in my ear of my mother yelling at me that I am fucking up my Korean.

And of course it dosen't help that everyone in the market is fluent.

I don't know. Just feel like I am posing sometimes.

Enjoy the long weekend Internet.

(you can't help but love the monkey.)