::............... inhabit corners.::

proxemics is the study of how people interact with and relate to the inanamate objects in the spaces they inhabit. relationship proxemics is anthrobabble applied to my life.
:: talk to me:my corner: book reviews(fixed, so click here!):my list collection::
[::..just me..::]
[::penguin from suse::]
[::..there are some seriously weird things online, other than me darn it, check out some of the more intersting ones..::]
:: freebozz electric - yeah zork!::
::info and petition about the armenian genocide. my brother pointed this out ::
:: the spark, take quizes, waste time, and read about some really weird experiments. very cool excpet for the gender quiz which called me a guy::
::stick figure death theatre recomended by movie steve::
:: this guy is selling imortality for free. creepy fun ::
:: gag gifts such as toxic waste candy are found here::
:: the fun stuff that never quite hits the headlines is here::
:: dress up jesus - from my charmingly odd friend jeff, who wanted me to mention he doesn't hate christians, he just has a since of humor as twisted as mine...::
::be nice to penguins, darnit::
:: urban legends, the scholarly take. recommended by my guy ::
[::..nowhere did i claim that i was normal..::]
[::...neither are most of the people i know, but normal's boring, anyway..::]
:: my guy. his friends call him a charming booger, i think you'll see why. (and yes the redhead is me)::
:: nikki,who puts her writings and rantings here,actually trusted me to come up with a cool tagline for this link. ::
:: emily, a friend from school who writes very nifty angsty poems.::
:: dru, who is still ignoring the fact that those of us without lj's can't be on his friends list, has a demented pic of himself here.::
:: greg, my old assistant manager's short lived flirtation with blogger. i've broken this link at his request.::
:: kari, my step sister, who hasn't updated this in a while now.::
:: dara, my old roomate and one of the people i'm happiest i knowwho has finally given my the link bug her to add her new poems, "none of your business" rocks!::
:: joanna, who has abandoned geocities for an LJ. bah. i still like my blog ::
:: my mom. who will have a better page for her product as soon as we figure out the details and i make it for her::
:: jason, my ex coworker who has since ran away to arizona, has his art work up here::
:: my dad, this is from his business page, but there's a decent picture of him.::
:: james, full of shit but writes pretty good music, has his band's web page here.::
:: my friend steve discets movies, and actually links back to me yeah!, here.::
:: jill, aka penelope, the sister that embarasses my old district manager. most recently seen talking about her implants in the November issue of Jane.::
[::..speak up! there's a forum for everyone, here's a few of the more interesting one's i've found..::]
:: Scarleteen Forums, enlightened, alt. lifesyle friendly sex ed.::
:: hitchhikers guide to the galaxy. almost everything under and including the sun is discussed here. douglas adams won't soon be forgotten.::
:: pro scurvy. i don't know if they're serious. it's strangely facinating, tho, somehow...::
:: The Thin (and reinvented at a new address) Page, an interesting subculture lives here. please don't flame them and eat bandwith, ok? they've heard it all already..::
:: Marigold, add 1 part sleepover and 2 parts political rally to blender with dash canadian accent. mix. enjoy...::
:: lord of the rings gaming forum. geeky? yes. fun? infinately so....::
:: Blogger Forum, fix your code...::
::.starting now.........::

:: Thursday ::

responding to beancounters by beancounting....hmm.....since i'm not salaried anymore, and since my boss has asked me not to use overtime...i got to drink my coffee in peace this morning. refused to work until i was on the clock. nevermind that i was thinking about work instead of the book i meant to read. i'm not a good beancounter lol....

new discovery in sales. i have my best sales days when my socks don't match and i'm wearing my oxfords, not my boots, so my socks show a bit. i think it's one of two things.
theory 1: i'm slighly selfconscious which makes me more present which helps me stay in the moment with my customers ie some interesting things better come out of my mouth so they don't see my socks
theory 2: something is slightly off, which makes me noticable, but nothing is off enough that they can tell what the problem is and hyperfocus on it, so they end up paying more attention to me to try to figure out what it is.
or maybe i'm just like one of those baseball players who won't wash his jock strap. oh well it works. my store's sales conversion is 3.4%. mine is 13.6%. i think i missed my calling...i hear car sales is rather lucrative. hm...........

:: 1/31/2002 11:05:00 PM [+] ::
:: Monday ::
wow, i only write when i'm angry lately. i'm not angry all the time, really i'm not. i just only think to write when i am. my company did away with my title. so i'm in limbo. i keep my wage as hourly, loose the fact that i was salary, and loose my title. my boss got demoted too so it's nothing personal. just corperate america. and our fucking stock is up too. i just don't get it. i'm going to go sleep on these lemons, tomorrow i'll learn how to make lemonade
:: 1/28/2002 10:29:00 PM [+] ::
it's sad when i can't even find anything objective to say about people. it's sad when i can't even stand staying at work to the point where i leave early for no good reason. it's sad when i'm not ever sure what to do about things. i'm not happy right now, not really anyway. and i don't know what could possibly make me happy. not to be overly dramatic tho, nothings wrong with me that time and prespective won't fix. this is what's known as early 20's bullshit. like adolescent bullshit except you have bills to pay. bah.
:: 1/21/2002 09:24:00 PM [+] ::
:: Thursday ::
some people always look angry, even when they say they aren't. it's hard to tell if it's function of their facial bone structure or the fact that underneath they're boiling away.
:: 1/17/2002 10:47:00 PM [+] ::
:: Tuesday ::
so mad i can't see straight. or so mad i don't want to. no two weeks notice. just goodbye. no sorry either. but i'm just as mad at myself as i am at anyone else. i promoted him, i made him damn near indespensible to my store. i knew he was leaving. i trusted his word that he'd give to weeks notice. i made a dumb shit mistake and trusted someone i shouldn't of. end of story. my mistake, my responsibility. am i mad at him today? yeah. will i be mad tomorrow? maybe. will i still be mad when he comes in to get his last check? no. do i hate him? no. will i answer if he emails me? yeah, just not today. bah. i should of known better. and next time i will. goodnight.
:: 1/15/2002 06:02:00 PM [+] ::
:: Sunday ::
so even my friends who are perpetually trying to stop smoking yell at me about my coffee intake. maybe something is wrong.

interviewed someone today. i'm always more nervous than the interviewee. i feel like i'm auditioning my store, not the other way around. i feel like i'm an imposter....like someone will catch me... like i'm playing dressup or something and will be unmasked for the fraud i am. i know i was a great assistant manager. i'm just not sure i'm great at the job i have now.

:: 1/13/2002 10:22:00 PM [+] ::
back to the old grind. today started well but got syrupy slow towards the end.

restauraunt observation - the waitress at the restauraunt down the street (name withheld cause its a good restauraunt, just a bad waitress) gave some older gentelman his meal and salad at the same time. never brought him his bread basket. just plunked them down in front of him and took off. he looked so confused. like "what?" you could tell it was a sureal moment for him. like "do i eat them in the wrong order, or eat my salad first and watch my food get cold?". it struck me as particularly odd because although it takes forever to get your check, i've never had another comlaint with the service there, and i'm picky. he couldn't even manage to flag her down, got up and got another waitress to help him with the situation, she brought him some bread, smoothed his feathers back down, and offered to keep his food warm while he ate his salad (he declined). he left a large tip (hey it was the next table over, ok?) probably intended for the girl who rescued him, and the brainless chick who screwed up in the first place pocketed it. one can only hope she shared it later, bah. people are screwy some days.

it all started with our thumbs, those darn oposable thumbs. maybe if we cut them off we can get back to being simply happy. dolphins smile an auftle lot, ya know? odd tanget yes i know, one of my assistant managers was talking about it earlier and it kind of got stuck in my head.

:: 1/06/2002 10:21:00 PM [+] ::
:: Wednesday ::
i'm angry, i know i shouldn't be but i am. it's strange how someone who used to be your best friend can become someone who can't return a phone call. it's strange that someone who didn't want to return a phone call would give you their number.

it's a few hours later and i realize that i'm not angry, really, just sad. sad that both of us have grown up in such differnt ways. sad that this makes it imposible for us to connect anymore. sad that we're both too stubborn to swollow are pride enough to make a go of it. sad that even a cup of coffee is aparently out of the picture. sad that i'm the kind of person bothered by this stuff. i'm sposed to be logical, and logicaly speaking you will grow apart from people. the person you threw snowballs off a roof with will, logically speaking, grow into someone you have nothing in common with other than that memory. i jsut wish that memory were enough to share over a cup of joe.

:: 1/02/2002 09:14:00 PM [+] ::
if you want people to look strangely at you while you're sledding here's what to do: go with 3 other 20somethings and one of their younger brothers who happens to be about 6"2', make sure to grab your gloves in a hurry so you have two right gloves - just for the added strangeness of an inside out upsideown uselss but warm damnit hand, upon reaching the top of the hill look over the odd assortment of old sleds and quasi-snowboards you've brought with you, pile two people in the first sled and put one directly beihind that with another person in it, have the back person in the first sled hold onto the legs of the person in the back sled, have the person in the back sled hold onto the strings of the quasi-snowboards and put the last two people on those, proceed down the hill with the first sled dragging the second draging the quasi-snowboards like some kind of deranges waterskiers, everybody scream at the top of their lungs as you plunge down the hill with very little respect for life and limb - yours or the children in your way. i guarentee that as well as having a blast, you will be stared at. and glared at after someone's kids decided to copy you.
:: 1/02/2002 11:33:00 AM [+] ::

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