Ever notice how it's a penny for your thoughts, yet you put in your two-cents? Someone is making a penny on the deal!
Steven Wright

or...

With my wife I don't get no respect. I made a toast on her birthday to 'the best woman a man ever had.' The waiter joined me.
Rodney Dangerfield

Que pasa, from da Kat unda da Kangol cap! This week's musings are a bit redundant, but hey, at least they're consistent! It's been a rough weekend here in BK, starting with the great flow of snow on Friday, to the blistering storm on Saturday, to the calming slush on Sunday, to the dirty aftermath of today. I wish to omit today; as if to say it never happened. But, before I pull da plug, let me go over the itinerary:

The book voucher incident. Well, it's been paid off, and now I'm one step closer to graduation. Or, if you at it from my perspective, I'm back to square one. What happened? After going nowhere with the prissy assistant manager (or at least, the role she tries to assume as AM), I phoned the real manager, who just happened to be a guy. I told him everything, and sure enough, he sympathized. Not to extent the whole thing was eliminated as though nothing happened; but at least to the point that the situation is resolved. As a result, I busted out of work today (more on work later), ran to the Hunter Bookstore, returned my practically brand new book, and paid $10 to get rid of this stupid academic stop.
Now, I get to register. Now, I get to graduate. And my only enemy: BIO 102.

O.K. On to work. As of this post, I am making it my business for this to be the last time I blog about my job. I've found blogging about this job on a weekly basis has become very unproductive content-wise, and in the end, serves no purpose. So on my last notes of my job...
• After proving up two weeks in a row, I was short today $5. A reason that might contribute to that fact might be...
• I was stationed between those two female GreenPoint old timers. And today was nothing short of an attempt on their parts to stress me out.
• Janelle came today. You'd think I was up at bat again. But noooo, not when I'm assisting the elderly line, sitting between those two schmucks of trouble.
Alas, it wasn't for me, today.
As to her availability, I had the guy who did assist her today try his luck and see what happened. Now, this kat is a tad bit older, but much better looking physically; so if anyone had a shot, it had to be him. The result: she really has a boyfriend.
Alas, it wasn't for me, at all.
Other than that, the same old story. The associates blaming the customers for their stress; and I blaming the associates for my stress. From accusations of incompetence, to the false understanding of the statement "It was an accident. My apologies." I begin to feel that these people are somewhat jealous of the stress-free relationship I share with my customers...
...And that these cretons have no place on my blog.
Unless of course, it involves a SSF...

Change Clothes
Jay-Z
The Black Album

Part of me still cannot believe that this will be his last album. I really don't want to believe it. He's one of the few rap pioneers that I'm going to miss. He kept it real in his music (not saying that no one else does, but I relate to him moreso); and he really knows how to get a particular mood. I've enjoyed all of his albums, and am a firm believer that he doesn't have to die for us all to appreciate the greatness of his work. His work lives now, both physically, and audibly.

A funny thing happened en route to the formation of this post. While drafting on the bus ride home, this woman comes in and immediately headed my direction; the one person seated-side of the bus, closest to the rear door. I gave her full eye contact as she fidgets with her cell phone, prancing about the area. Figuring she must be retarded or something, I continued with my writing. A couple of stops later, I look up, and she's still pacing about, fidgeting with her cell phone. I looked around to see if anyone else noticed what was going on, and if possible, explain what was up with her. Only to come to one timely conclusion:
She was waiting for me to get up, so she could have my seat.
I look over, and spotted a two person seated area, empty. Then, it also occurred to me why she was waiting for my seat: providing her size, she might've felt uncomfortable sitting in that two-person seat. How so, you ask? Because at times, I feel the same way! As if to say, that when I sit there, everyone who gets on the bus is afraid to sit next to me; either I'll take up too much room or something, or because I'm sort of boogieman. I got up from my seat, and moved to the two person seat. Noticing she got what she was waiting for, she hurriedly sat on the seat, turned to me, and thanked me. With a slight hand gesture, I had to laugh inside. It was just cool to pick these thing up without the use of words...

Why do I write this stuff? To show you how uninteresting my life is, again? Maybe, maybe not. But, I do it show you that at times, it's the little things like this that keep my day going. Also, I write these to make one very startling discovery:
My iPod needs recharging.

Damn.

A funnier thing happened on the way home. I got off the same bus to walk down to the train station, and I pass by this store. A man comes out the joint, and immediately asks me for change. "For the train," he says. I went in my pocket, and shelled out a couple of quarters to send him on his way. But, he continues on to babble about how he's just trying to get home. So, I decided to one-up the dude, and allow him to pass through with my metrocard. Startled, he starts to thank me black-man-ly-like tones. So, I proceed with him in the direction I came from, to get to the A-train. Now, being at Fulton Street and Jay, there really is no difference what station you go down. But this dude was persistent that we go down the stairs closest to the Timberland store. I just knew at that point...
I might be walking into a trap.
With my wallet in my inside pocket, and both fists closed, I escorted him down the stairs to the turnstile, preparing my dukes just in case something was to happen. But to my utter astonishment, there was no drama. I swiped him in, he again thanked me in his black-manly-like tones, and I went about my business.
Looks like the dude, just wanted to go home.
In any case, I stop at the Duane Reade nearby for something to drink. And as the total rang up to $1.38, I gave the cashier a dollar bill, and went in my pockets looking for some change. Only to look at the cashier and say:
I can't believe after swiping him in, I gave that fool my change.
They say that laughter is contagious. Well, all the nearby cashiers seemed to catch it. And they had a nice time about it too; dragging a 2 minute transaction to about 7 minutes. And all I could do in the end, was shake my head.
I love life, don't you?

More later...