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due to an extended hangover coupled with a weird fever, i will not be attending church today. i am bummed at this setback so soon into the project. a current trend in the mount vernon and downtown area has been wednesday afternoon services, an offer extended mainly to directionless or salvation-hungry office workers. that could show me two worlds i've never really known, office energies and adult piety. expect to hear more about this.
i think its really awesome how the writers of battlestar galactica don't shy away from a little violence towards women. in spite of my devastatingly progressive ideals, it is still deliciously shocking to my ingrained societal notions to watch an asian girl-child get stole on. i love this show.
So, some of you on here know me and a little about me, but not everyone. I think it's a fine time to do a little disclosure and let ya'll know something about me...
I bet once you read the topic of this post and how i'm about to drop some information on you all, you would think i'm gonna tell you that I'm adopted. Nope. sorry kids. I'm not adopted.
But, my point here, I live in DC and I'm studying to become a mental health counselor. I want to work with adults of all kinds, but I also happen to know sign language so I can work with deaf people as well. I'm almost done with my masters, I have basically 3 or so classes and a year long internship working as a counseling intern at an office in Baltimore which serves only deaf and hard of hearing people who are addicted to drugs and/or alcohol.
Again, I got off on a tangent. I'm taking a class about adoption this semester and I have to interview someone who is part of an adoption "triad,"; the child, the adopted parents or the biological parent(s). or, as it says on my syllabus, "...a social worker in the field of adoption, a policy maker or legislator, a book author, or an administrator of an adoption agency, service or program. "
Killoggs has quite a wide audience and I know someone out there is a part of an adoption in some way, shape, or form. I would love to interview you for class.
Please email me here on Killoggs and let's talk!!!
eating:
ian (an old college friend in town for business) and i are eating at a mexican restaurant, andale, downtown, and i order a meal that turns out not to be what i expected. it also isn't very good--the shrimp and scallops are both kind of gritty, the salsa is too sweet. it's a cold dish, something else i didn't expect. the waiter comes over and asks how everything is and i say it's was okay.
"okay? that's all? you don't like your food?" he asks.
i tell him that it's okay but just different than i expected.
he suggests that i order something else on the menu, and i feel a little weird doing so because...i don't know...it's rare i ever take things back to the kitchen. but he insists and so i order something else and thank him. so ian and i continue talking and suddenly a man i don't recognize appears right next to me, asking what was wrong with the meal.
i'm caught completely off guard and and am actually speechless. at first i think it's the chef, which is the last person i want to piss off.
i'm stammering at that point and trying to explain that i simply didn't like the dish and it was suggested to me i could get another meal.
"in order for us to give you something else, you need to specifically tell me what was wrong with your dish in the first place," the guy says.
i glanced over at our waiter, looking completely mortified, next to him.
at this point i'm already intimidated and on the defense, telling him that i'm sure the food was fine, it's just that I didn't like it. i then tell them not to worry about it and that they don't need to give me another meal.
the guy finally explains that the kitchen is closed and he needs a good reason to open it back up again for them to prepare me something else.
at this point all i want is for this guy to do is leave. i completely lost my appetite. at a restaurant like that i never would have thought i'd be confronted and then challenged for sending back a meal when my waiter suggested i did so.
the guy finally leaves and our waiter spends the next 5 minutes profusely apologizing, saying the guy is a jerk, etc etc. our waiter didn't charge us for the meal i didn't eat and took off all our appetizers plus one of ian's drinks.
those are the kind of situations where i wish i was better at standing up for myself. but it was so unexpected. even ian stumbled, not sure what to do, either. the more i thought about it, i wonder if the guy who confronted us wasn't trying to be an asshole, but was just being incredibly direct with me and may not have realized how he was coming off. i'm pretty direct myself but i wouldn't have treated anyone the way he did...
i'm thinking of writing a letter to the restaurant...something i've never done before
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cab ride:
around 12:30 AM, just left the downtown area after seeing ian. i catch a cab and ask the guy how much it'll be. he tells me $10.80. i tell him i only have $10 and ask if can we stop off at a bank. he says he can stop at a bank around the corner but it'll be an extra dollar if he does so. i say that's fine and go to the machine and get out $20. we have a nice chat on the way home. so i'm in a good mood and give him $15 for the ride--a pretty good tip--and ask for 5 back.
"Oh, i only have $3 on me." he says, handing me 3 crumpled dollar bills.
i've had cabbies do this before, claiming they don't have enough ones in order to give you a correct change, and i can't refuse to pay because the guy doesn't have correct change. but in the same way i'm being completely ripped off. i just couldn't believe he dropped me off at a bank to get enough money to pay him, charged me extra, and THEN turns around and doesn't have enough change? those situations are always awkward because i don't want to NOT pay him, but in the same way i don't like being ripped off...
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post office:
the line is practically out the door. i have a letter i want to get delivery conformation on. so i wait in line for about 20 minutes. people are irritated by the wait. the postman working is being incredibly slow. 3 people walk out in a huff. other people sigh loudly when they feel someone is taking too long at the counter. when i finally get up there, i ask the guy for delivery confirmation.
he tell me he can't do that, it need to be priority mail in order to get delivery confirmation.
i tell him that i just want to mail the letter then, and need a stamp.
"you just want one stamp?" he asks.
"yeah."
"you can get a stamp over at that machine over there," he says.
i tell him that machine only gives change in dollar coins, and since i only have a 20, i don't want 19 dollar coins in my pocket.
he sighs and i give me the 20 and he says, "oh, i can't break this."
'what?"
"i can't break this $20 for you for just one stamp."
it's the FUCKING post office.
i can hearing people starting to sigh behind me, knowing they're becoming more and more agitated.
"jesus christ, just give me 10 stamps then," i say.
"we can only give them to you in sets of 20 stamps." he says. huh??
why do cash machines only give you 20's when it just creates more of a hassle in the long run? i have seen so many little stores refuse $20 if you want to get a pack of gum. every 7-11 i go to and when i hand them a $20 they say, "you don't have anything smaller?" if you have a large percentage of the population handing you 20's, if your OWN CASH MACHINE spits out 20's, why refuse to break them? why don't more businesses just go to the bank and GET MORE 1's? why is it my responsibility to do that? and how can the post office refuse to break a 20 for a stamp? i just don't get it...
