hi there my lovely love truffles!
current rexxy haps:
listening: book of knots. daughters. supercollider/the butcher?! thank you, radiohead.
sipping: hazelnut/vanilla/cinnamon coffee
looking at: the raindrops that have lingered on my cracked bedroom window.
feeling: full. peaceful. happy. loved. free.
yesterday at approximately 11:00 a.m., i was fired after a jolly year and a half of work at the longest job that i have ever held.
glory glory glory.
if you are a miserable cunt whose mouth can dispense nothing other than saliva and relentless complaint, i will let you know how i feel about you, calmly and straight-forwardly, with a big ole friendly, award-winning customer service smile on my face, while already dialing the manager upstairs to make amends for what has now become a 'terrible experience' for you (although i can tell that most things are terrible for you). you think you are ruining my day because i will surely no longer be employed at this establishment once your complaint has been filed. you certainly have not ruined my day, i came to expect the result after a wide variety of incidents similiar to this, and i have no regrets. this is a fucking bakery we are talking about here. cookies are not that serious. calm down, please, everyone. dont bite the hand that feeds!
in addition to a daily, unlimited supply of coffee
(RIP, beloved coffee cup)
i will miss the endless supply of baked goods and the friends that i have worked with every day for the past year and a half. as well as the numerous customers that i have gotten to know and adore during this time. my age, middle age, and old as dirt, i developed relationships with so many of my customers that resulted in them stopping by to see me every day, whether they were buying something or not, and i must admit it made me feel special and like i was making a difference in someones life, no matter how tiny. i wish i could have gotten to say goodbye, especially to my elderly visitors, but i will still be working nearby and im sure i will see them in the streets, making their daily downtown rounds.
honestly, it needed to happen.
thank you, monday morning cunt.
it was comfortable there, but that is not always a good thing.
time to squirm and delight in uncertainty.
and i will.
luckily i already acquired a new job (nothing special just another restaurant gig), originally intended as a second job working nights and weekends so i could actually start saving some money for once. however at my final interview yesterday they offered me a raise and more hours to leave the bakery and work full-time day shift for them. little did they know that mere hours before this interview, i had been let go anyways. but i still told them i would give the bakery notice and start next week) so that now i have a week and a half to do nothing at all and so far it is absolutely splendid. spent all day sleeping and fucking and eating cereal and drinking coffee and listening to music and now i think i will do some yoga and read and perhaps clean out my closet. its time for a stuff-reduction. one can never have too little stuff
i am not letting my lapse in pay affect my travel plans for new york city and philly next week. no way jose. i cannot wait. kati rolls! beers! whiskey! second stage turbine blade! cheesesteak! museum of medical oddities! zepp101 !
i feel wonderful.
days free of work are well spent and so rich for the soul.
oh to always live this way, someday.
free. in the woods or atop a mountain somewhere.
frolicking nakedly about as i please and living off the fat of the land.
people tend to say 'thats crazy'
but i think that people are generally crazy for viewing such a simple and do-able lifestyle as crazy or unattainable.
nothing is ever out of your reach.
we are all going to rot into the earth in the end.
so what the fucking hell,
VIVA!
(i know i say things like this all the time but i cant help it because i mean it so much i think i almost worship it.)
THAT question:
'what do you want to do with your life?'
to live simply and simply live!
WHAT?! but what do you want to DO?!
nothing?
accept and embrace the fact that the majority of society will never understand and will think you batty.
but if you need the support of human beings, there are others. i find them now and then. here in the world of sg. in strange bars with strange company at strange times in my life. on a west-bound greyhound bus leaving chicago, with the offer of a batman sleeping bag. sitting on a beach in virginia before the scorching sun begins to rise in august. eating bags of pot brownies on a thirty hour ride from seattle to utah. friendly strangers. they have and will continue to change my life. they come and they go but they linger forever in my soul.
and speaking of 'batty'..
guess what is being filmed in pittsburgh this summer??
i will give you a hint:
blah blah blah.
i hath rambled.
but what else do i do?
the weathers been an amazing mixture of ominous and sweet.
heres to quiet, sunny mornings and dark stormy nights.
heres to hair free of hats and bodies free of coats and hiding behind huge sunglasses that make us look like flies.
and the sound of boots clicking on an empty sidewalk,
streets for some reason abandoned on a
perfectly cool and grey sunday afternoon.
just the birds and the breeze and you,
a speck on the earth, clicking and smiling down the open road.
little things.
<3 Rex
current rexxy haps:
listening: book of knots. daughters. supercollider/the butcher?! thank you, radiohead.
sipping: hazelnut/vanilla/cinnamon coffee
looking at: the raindrops that have lingered on my cracked bedroom window.
feeling: full. peaceful. happy. loved. free.
yesterday at approximately 11:00 a.m., i was fired after a jolly year and a half of work at the longest job that i have ever held.
glory glory glory.
if you are a miserable cunt whose mouth can dispense nothing other than saliva and relentless complaint, i will let you know how i feel about you, calmly and straight-forwardly, with a big ole friendly, award-winning customer service smile on my face, while already dialing the manager upstairs to make amends for what has now become a 'terrible experience' for you (although i can tell that most things are terrible for you). you think you are ruining my day because i will surely no longer be employed at this establishment once your complaint has been filed. you certainly have not ruined my day, i came to expect the result after a wide variety of incidents similiar to this, and i have no regrets. this is a fucking bakery we are talking about here. cookies are not that serious. calm down, please, everyone. dont bite the hand that feeds!
in addition to a daily, unlimited supply of coffee
(RIP, beloved coffee cup)
i will miss the endless supply of baked goods and the friends that i have worked with every day for the past year and a half. as well as the numerous customers that i have gotten to know and adore during this time. my age, middle age, and old as dirt, i developed relationships with so many of my customers that resulted in them stopping by to see me every day, whether they were buying something or not, and i must admit it made me feel special and like i was making a difference in someones life, no matter how tiny. i wish i could have gotten to say goodbye, especially to my elderly visitors, but i will still be working nearby and im sure i will see them in the streets, making their daily downtown rounds.
honestly, it needed to happen.
thank you, monday morning cunt.
it was comfortable there, but that is not always a good thing.
time to squirm and delight in uncertainty.
and i will.
luckily i already acquired a new job (nothing special just another restaurant gig), originally intended as a second job working nights and weekends so i could actually start saving some money for once. however at my final interview yesterday they offered me a raise and more hours to leave the bakery and work full-time day shift for them. little did they know that mere hours before this interview, i had been let go anyways. but i still told them i would give the bakery notice and start next week) so that now i have a week and a half to do nothing at all and so far it is absolutely splendid. spent all day sleeping and fucking and eating cereal and drinking coffee and listening to music and now i think i will do some yoga and read and perhaps clean out my closet. its time for a stuff-reduction. one can never have too little stuff
i am not letting my lapse in pay affect my travel plans for new york city and philly next week. no way jose. i cannot wait. kati rolls! beers! whiskey! second stage turbine blade! cheesesteak! museum of medical oddities! zepp101 !
i feel wonderful.
days free of work are well spent and so rich for the soul.
oh to always live this way, someday.
free. in the woods or atop a mountain somewhere.
frolicking nakedly about as i please and living off the fat of the land.
people tend to say 'thats crazy'
but i think that people are generally crazy for viewing such a simple and do-able lifestyle as crazy or unattainable.
nothing is ever out of your reach.
we are all going to rot into the earth in the end.
so what the fucking hell,
VIVA!
(i know i say things like this all the time but i cant help it because i mean it so much i think i almost worship it.)
THAT question:
'what do you want to do with your life?'
to live simply and simply live!
WHAT?! but what do you want to DO?!
nothing?
accept and embrace the fact that the majority of society will never understand and will think you batty.
but if you need the support of human beings, there are others. i find them now and then. here in the world of sg. in strange bars with strange company at strange times in my life. on a west-bound greyhound bus leaving chicago, with the offer of a batman sleeping bag. sitting on a beach in virginia before the scorching sun begins to rise in august. eating bags of pot brownies on a thirty hour ride from seattle to utah. friendly strangers. they have and will continue to change my life. they come and they go but they linger forever in my soul.
and speaking of 'batty'..
guess what is being filmed in pittsburgh this summer??
i will give you a hint:
blah blah blah.
i hath rambled.
but what else do i do?
the weathers been an amazing mixture of ominous and sweet.
heres to quiet, sunny mornings and dark stormy nights.
heres to hair free of hats and bodies free of coats and hiding behind huge sunglasses that make us look like flies.
and the sound of boots clicking on an empty sidewalk,
streets for some reason abandoned on a
perfectly cool and grey sunday afternoon.
just the birds and the breeze and you,
a speck on the earth, clicking and smiling down the open road.
little things.
<3 Rex
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mildots:
as much as I hate going there. they actually carry it at my Walmart. my grocery store has it too.
chiwi:
Yep, I'm surrounded by this scenery every day,pretty lucky i suppose.