Friday, December 31, 2004

It must be others & skiing

A line from a comedy show went something like this: "I hate a lot lately, and I'm okay till I leave the house, so I'm pretty sure it's others." Seriously, what is wrong with people. Are they just rude, crude, jerks who can't see the world except for their small corner. I know I'm not always right but I certainly felt more put together after seeing two oblivious men while skiing today.

First a bit about the skiing. It was great, plain and simple. I recently bought a pair of Salomon minimax 99cm skis and they were a blast. It didn't take me too long to learn how to do a 360 and I did so many in a row I almost fell over. Great.

Now, more about Mr. Scoozi and Mr. JustTryingToMakeSix. My mom and I were skiing down a hill, mom in front, me just kind of tagging along behind. I think it was a harder blue hill with quite a few folks on it. All of a sudden this guy in a yellow jacket comes hauling ass around this person, almost runs into one lady on my left, passes me and cuts over about 6 inches (I'm not even kidding) in front of my mom. If she would have had longer skis, he would have ridden right over them. He proceedes down the hill nearly missing various others along the way. Needless to asy my mom isn't impressed, but she's fine. I don't know what pissed me off so much about him, maybe it was just his total disregard for others. He wasn't a beginner, he wasn't out of control and just trying to survive himself. He was just an ass, and I felt overwhelmingly compelled to tell him so. I took off down the hill and sprayed a little snow as I stopped in front of him. I started reading him the riot act "you almost knocked over two people, one of which was my mom" and so on. His response? "Scoozi?" Yeah, no speaky english....according to his barely english-speaking friend. "What he do?" I give it to his friend, blow by blow, who then translates back. "Oh, scoozi." I give up. Thanks Mr. Scoozi. You are clueless.

Next up is Mr. JustTryingToMakeSix. Not sure if I can accuratly describe this without diagrams, but I'll try. Going up to the chair lift, there are six lines set up. You line up and the first six people in line are sent next to the six-person chair lift. They also have a lift Nazi at the front who counts you off and tells you exactly when to ski up to the next little area where they have little gates you ski through to actually get on the chair. Anyway, my mom is person five, and I'm six.....we're the two most right people in the line of six getting ready to ski up to the stantion area. The nazi counts "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, you can go" and we start out. Approximately one foot before you get to the gates, guy number 3 cuts in front of stranger 4, my mom and I and skis into gate 6. A "hey", "what the hell", and "what are you doing" later, he's over there complaining, "I was just trying to make six." We all miss the chair, the lift operator looks at him, and he's still just talking. "Just trying to make six, we needed six, just trying to make the chair full." He repeats himself a few more times after we actually get on the chair and I finally just say, "we had six........thanks." Thanks Mr. JustTryingToMakeSix. You are clueless, too.

But, it's about to be a new year, and hate's not really in. I still hate others, and that will probably never change. I know that I'm inconsiderate and rude and all that stuff, too. Especailly when I'm in self-absorbed mode. There, I've got nothing more to say. Except, perhaps, Happy Freakin' New Year.

Friday, December 24, 2004

Endings and beginnings

It's strange how some things in your life feel like a divorce. Even though there is no ceremony, no marriage, no physical union to speak of. It just feel like a painful separation. I've graduated and that's great. I think I'll miss school though. Why do I have to leave just when I'm getting the hang of it and having a great time. I suppose it's really the act of learning and the friendships that made it great. Fortunately, I don't have to give up either of those simply because I'm no longer enrolled in a degree-granting institution. It will be good to move on from the tests and homework. It will be good to move on. It's good to take a step forward.
I've learned a lot. I didn't know I could write. Okay, well I knew I could write, I just didn't know anyone would want to read what I wrote. And I certainly didn't know that someone might actually pay me for my words. Good deal. I didn't know I could play the tuba with such ferocity that my lips would turn blue. It's probably not a good thing, but it's true.
I didn't know that I was capable of so much. I knew I wasn't stupid or incapable, it just took some time to realize that I this was the case.

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Employee of the Year

Well, I'm the employee of the year for my home infusion department. Okay, not entirely true. I'm co-co-employee of the year. The three of us in the billing department all got the honor today. I was a little bitter since of them left half way through the year and was replaced by someone else. So, that leaves me as the only one there as an employee for the year. Okay, there, I'm over it already. Got a nice $50 gift card, so I can't complain too loudly.

Speaking of the gift card, it came at a perfect time. Does everyone have their favorite thing, that they just can't seem to replace. I really hate it when items are made "new and improved" and they turn out to be neither. Anyway, I had this perfect pair of black dress pants which finally gave up the fashion ghost. I've tried to find a replacement a couple times with no luck. But, I got this gift card and I thought I'd give it another shot. Long story only slightly shorter-clearance rack, one black pair, one khaki pair of perfect fitting pants, one chenille sweater and one green shirt. I generally don't have that good of luck with clothes shopping. The only frustrating part was all the other people shopping, too. One family managed to get in my way three times from the checkout to my car. You, Jones', amaze me.

Monday, December 20, 2004

Things that sound dirty but aren't

Talking to my roomie about the memory card for his camera and how it fits directly into the front of my computer: "It totally fits perfectly in my little slot."

Talking to roomie again about the the compact size of his memory card and the small space you have to retrieve it from the camera body: "Wow, they expect you to be able to get your fingers in there?" and "That's the tiniest one I've ever seen." to which he sarcastically replied, "Yeah, thanks."

On an unrelated note, the roomie just came to me saying "I think I'm going to fail my final exam tomorrow." When I inquired as to why, he simply stated, "Well, when Coleen *the prof* was talking about conflict, I was busy drawing the Cookie Monster saying 'C is for conflict'." Then he showed me the sketch. Yes, I think you're regressing, too, Greg.

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Homebrew Version 2

Bottled the second round of homebrew today. Thanks for the help, Dan. It turns out that doing things you enjoy with people you love can make for even more enjoyment. Anyway, half of this batch is just-plain wheat, while the other 24 bottles were tempted with a bit of blackberry flavoring. As far as I can tell, this batch is going to be even better than the first.
Don't get me wrong, the first batch was excellent by first-batch-of-homebrew standards, I just think the second is going to be amazing. One day down, 20 more to go and I'll be having a taste.

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Graduation

It's official. I've finally graduated. Okay, now somebody hire me. Seriously though, it was a great time. Being that it was middle of the year, there weren't too many graduates (311) and the ceremony went pretty quickly. We had a decent speaker and I got to walk across the stage. Could have been worse. Plus, my mom finally got to see me graduate. Bonus. My best friend, Dan, made the trip over from Minneapolis and my roomie came, too. All in all, it was a good time.
The post-graduation party was great, too. We rented a volleyball court at a local bar and catered in the food ourselves. About 40 friends and family made their way through for some food and fun and it's didn't cost an arm and a leg. I feel like kind of a wimp because I was home and in bed by 12:30 a.m. but what can I say--I was tired.
Now the only things I've got to do are figure out what I'm going to do with all this free time and find a job that will pay me well. Shouldn't be too hard, hopefully.
Pictures here.