Have come to the conclusion it is economically unfeasible for me to move out within the next six months, as I've just purchased rental property, and have no funds to move out with.
Words cannot describe my disappointment.
Instead, I will say that I went to Photographer's Night at the Aquarium of the Pacific.
Tip: when shooting pictures of fish through thick acrylic, find a spot that doesn't have a scratch in it, and wipe it clean. Also, bring a macro lens.
It was very fun, though very few of my pictures came out well. I attribute it to both lack of skill and unfamiliarity with settings. On the plus side, the event as a whole did improve my skill with DSLRs in general, so it can't be said to be a loss in any sense of the word.
Ate at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. afterwards. Ridiculously expensive, but was fun. Will probably not go back.
Other events of note:
Girlfriend took the GRE, did not do well, apparently. We will see when the results come out.
Girlfriend also got sandwiched.
Conclusion: Week was filled with Girlfriend related shenanigans.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Not my home anymore
I got home from work today and sat at my desk, aimlessly browsing the web, seeing but not processing the images on my monitor.
My mind was on other things.
Work was not good today; several mistakes were made. I will admit that I am partially at fault, not committing the original mistakes, no. My fault lies in not catching the mistakes before my father did. And he was not happy at all.
Working for one's parents has pros and cons. Pros include not worrying about getting fired, and not worrying about requesting vacation time. Basically, all the benefits of having a extremely secure job.
Cons are a much lengthier list, but condensed:
It's hard to get paid for the work you do.
When something goes wrong, your boss will yell at you until you get off work.
Whenever your boss starts lecturing you, he brings up things that no ordinary boss would know.
You never get off work.
Anyways, as I sat there, I realized that I was waiting for something.
I was waiting for my boss to come home and lecture me.
And I realize that this is not an occasional occurrence.
Every night, my ears are trained to the sound of my father coming up the stairs to this room. I'm paranoid in my own room. I can't relax here.
Every man's home is supposed to be his castle.
I'm no longer safe or secure in this house.
This house belongs to my boss.
This is no longer my home.
Tomorrow, I'm taking the day off.
I need to clear my mind and examine my options.
I need to move.
My mind was on other things.
Work was not good today; several mistakes were made. I will admit that I am partially at fault, not committing the original mistakes, no. My fault lies in not catching the mistakes before my father did. And he was not happy at all.
Working for one's parents has pros and cons. Pros include not worrying about getting fired, and not worrying about requesting vacation time. Basically, all the benefits of having a extremely secure job.
Cons are a much lengthier list, but condensed:
It's hard to get paid for the work you do.
When something goes wrong, your boss will yell at you until you get off work.
Whenever your boss starts lecturing you, he brings up things that no ordinary boss would know.
You never get off work.
Anyways, as I sat there, I realized that I was waiting for something.
I was waiting for my boss to come home and lecture me.
And I realize that this is not an occasional occurrence.
Every night, my ears are trained to the sound of my father coming up the stairs to this room. I'm paranoid in my own room. I can't relax here.
Every man's home is supposed to be his castle.
I'm no longer safe or secure in this house.
This house belongs to my boss.
This is no longer my home.
Tomorrow, I'm taking the day off.
I need to clear my mind and examine my options.
I need to move.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
10 Years
America had a pretty big day 'round this time ten years ago. 10 years later, things are still all kinda of fucked up, but not in the same way.
One we didn't see coming. The other, we should have seen coming.
Ain't done too much this week.
Went to a gathering, barfed from drinking for the first time(related).
Didn't eat moon cake, thank God. (Did you know there's a black market for moon cakes?
Thinking about another road trip to Monterrey/Big Sur, maybe stop by San Fran to see SuburbanDweller and eat Brenda's. Mid to late October is the plan so far.
One we didn't see coming. The other, we should have seen coming.
Ain't done too much this week.
Went to a gathering, barfed from drinking for the first time(related).
Didn't eat moon cake, thank God. (Did you know there's a black market for moon cakes?
Thinking about another road trip to Monterrey/Big Sur, maybe stop by San Fran to see SuburbanDweller and eat Brenda's. Mid to late October is the plan so far.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Huntington Library, Again
Went to the Huntington Library again, but not alone this time.
See, I have a girlfriend now, and she's kinda obligated to go where I drag her.
Aren't relationships great?
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